ROLEPLAY HQ - rent-a-girlfriend

Prostitution, Sexual content, Manipulation, Obsession, Drug use, TBD

It was a late gloomy night. Clouds covered the sky, only allow streams of moonlight to peak through. Mason was alone in his downtown penthouse. Although the penthouse was fully decorated, it was clear this was the house of a bachelor. All of the modern furniture was either black or grey. The house was clean kept, not because Mason was necessarily a clean person, he just spent such little time her. He did have a maid service on retainer that came every few days for upkeep. Mason sat in the dark looking at his computer screen in the corner of the room. Although he had been home for hours, he still wore the pants, shirt, and tie of the business suite he wore earlier at work. Mason took a sip from the glass of his favorite scotch as he read the reports on his screen. Although he was in his early thirties, Mason had managed to create a successful marketing company that he poured his soul into after graduating college. Mason leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, then took another sip. He was trying to focus on his work, however his mind was occupied with the discussion he had with his mother a few days ago. Mason's family were big on the idea of him finding a wife before he was too old. They said he focuses too much on his work. The were right. They would pressure him weekly to get and find someone. There was only so much nagging he could take, so he lied. He told them he had been in a steady relationship for months. Now it was time to come clean, his mother and father wanted to meet her. But there was no her, Mason would have to come clean. Mason sighed It would break my poor mother's heart. With that thought, an idea crept into his mind. Awhile back, a friend of his told him about an escort service he would routinely use. Mason was against the idea of hiring a woman for her services. But desperate times right. He opened his desk drawer and found the card with the URL to the sight. He opened a new tab on the computer, and typed it in.

05:35

Mason was scrolled through the pages of women, questioning if this was really the right thing to do. He saw a button to filter by review. He clicked it as he took a sip. The top reviewed woman was stunning. If he was going to do this, then he might as well chose the best. As he clicked her photo he was prompted with the option to Direct Message her. What the hell, got nothing to lose right? He typed a message "hey" was all it said.

05:36

@Fiory

The lights were still off in the apartment, the dark shadows stretching out over the furniture and clothes that were strewn all over the floor. A gentle stirring, just the rustling of fabric could be heard if the only other party in the room was conscious enough to hear it. First one, and then the other leg slid out from the covers and walked the figure towards the bathroom near the bedroom they'd just been in. The light was searched for on the wall and once found, a light groan escaped the tired woman's throat. The light had been a bit brighter than she had anticipated but time was up and she had to get ready to go. Looking at herself in the large mirror, she began combing out her long chocolate and honey brown hair, seeing the waves and curls of it bounce back into shape. She was still in her underwear, black lace decorating her bikini bottoms and the push up bra she sported that contrasted nicely against her sun-kissed caramel skin. She leaned over the counter and sink to fix her make up, her eyes a soft hazel color with flecks of green and amber dotted around. Time to get going... Vivian exited the bathroom and began picking up her clothes from just a few hours ago, slipping on a form fitting off the shoulder dress in scarlet that hugged her waist and hips and left a pencil skirt silhouette down her legs. Her black heels were held in one hand while her small black clutch purse was held in the other. She picked up her phone off the nightstand as well as the cash that had been left underneath it. The soft groaning noise of the man in the bed made her turn her head a little. "Leavin'.... so soon babe?" The tired voice was gruff in the pillow, his eyes not even open to look up at her. Viv just smiled, and gave a soft kiss to his cheek. "Sorry hun... Time's up." She said, as nonchalantly as she could, leaning away and beginning to walk out of the room. "Same time... next week?" "Check my calendar and we'll make a date out of it." She chuckled a little, slipp

21:15

ing her shoes on as she heard him stir. He seemed to just be shifting in bed, getting into a more comfortable position before she heard the telltale sounds of snoring as he went back to sleep. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, walking towards the door of the fairly ritzy apartment and taking her leave for the rest of the evening. As she stood in the elevator, planning to catch an Uber to her loft apartment for the rest of the night on the other side of town, a text message came in and she sighed. She just got done with one john, and already another one was chomping at the bit. Alright... what's this one's pick up line. "hey" Raising a well sculpted brow, Vivian let herself laugh a bit at it. It wasn't often she would just get a one work text message. Usually she'd get a corny pick up line or a misspelled love letter and on occasion the unsolicited dick pic. Normal conversation? Well that was at least more original. So while she waited under the awning of the building outside as the rain started to fall, she typed back. "Hey there." @OriginalMeta

Mason hit send on the message and leaned back in his chair. He downed the rest of his drink, got up and went to the kitchen to pour another. What am I think? There was a knot building in his stomach as the nervousness set in. Slowly he walked back to his computer. Whatever she probably won't message back and I just forget about it. Mason started to go back to work. He slowly sipped his drink reading reports. Just as he was starting to calm down, he got a notification. His heartbeat increasing immediately. He opened the message "Hey there." He read the two words multiple times unsure what to do next. Why was he so nervous? Taking a deep breath he decided to handle it like he would any of the other countless business interactions he's been in before. He started to type his response. "Hello ma'am. I was reaching out requesting your services. I am in need of a girlfriend to present to my parents on short notice." As he started typing he was hit with a wave of fear. He had never done this before. I shouldn't say all this over the internet. Wasn't this illegal? Mason erased what he wrote. Mason rubbed his eyes and groaned. This is so dumb. If his parents weren't so intrusive he could just ask one of his female friends to pose as his girlfriend, but his parents knew the little friends he had. Paying a stranger would be the same as this. Fuck it he thought. He wrote another short message and hit send before he could talk himself out of it "Wanna meet my parents in two nights?" @Fiory

Vivian was just stepping into the Uber, a pleasant smile on her face greeting the driver when her phone buzzed again. Fuck do I have another request already? She thought, shutting the door of the sedan and pulling the phone back out of her clutch. The car began moving forward, taking her home as she opened up her messages and took a look at the response. "Wanna meet my parents in two nights?" "Shit, did some teenager get on the website again?" She said aloud, mostly to herself as she looked over the message. It wouldn't have been the first time that some kid got online and thought it'd be fun to hire an escort to take to their school prom, or some college frat party. And while Vivian was down for a party, she had never been asked to meet a client's parents before. At least, not outright like this. She wasn't sure at first how to respond, letting her phone sit on her lap for a moment while she considered it. Finally she gave a little shrug, and began typing, hitting send shortly after. "Well that's definitely a new one. Haven't heard that pick up line before. Website and my profile says 25 and up. Also pretty sure that Mum and Dad wouldn't appreciate you using their credit card on an escort service." It wasn't like Vivian wanted to be mean or anything, but it wouldn't be the first time that she got a prank message from a would be client. @OriginalMeta

Mason had just finished replying to an email when he revived a notification. He opened it with more eagerness than he expected. Mason read over the reply a few times, unsure how to proceed. Did she question his age? Mason wondered what would prompt her to respond this way as he leaned back in his chair. She must think it’s a joke. She is probably used to people asking to fuck, not play girlfriend. Mason sat up and returned to the keyboard. “My name is Mason. I’m 32 and have my own credit card. Are you available to meet beforehand?” Mason was surprised how much easier it was to send this message. Maybe it was the human response that she sent back that relaxed him. Of course it was a human response she is a human.

14:50

@Fiory

Vivian leaned back in the Uber, letting herself just relax after the night she had had. Adam was a regular client of hers, but she didn't necessarily like that he was paying her less and less to be around. Because he had been a regular, she let him have extra time here and there but tonight she had had to put her foot down. Didn't pay for the time, so he didn't get it. It wasn't even just sex every time either, which was also nice with the guy. Inwardly, she hoped someday that she'd be able to put this profession of hers behind her, do something she actually wanted to do instead. For now though, the money was consistent and paid her rent, the clothes she wore and the food she could afford. Bzz Bzz "Just doesn't end does it?" She groaned, having zoned out a little in the car, flipping her phone around on her lap so she could take a look at the newest message. She read through it once, and then again just to be sure, thinking maybe she had mistaken a teenage prank for just a nervous first time John. Mason... well alright then. "My mistake. You sounded like a nervous teenager before. I'm available tomorrow morning if you'd like to meet over coffee I guess. Rates are on my profile page for reference. Venmo or Zelle are acceptable payment options in case you're wondering." After sending the message, Vivian let her mind wander, furrowing her brows a little before adding to the message. "Did you mean that by the way? You wanted to bring an escort to meet your parents? What's the story behind that?" @OriginalMeta

Mason sent the message and leaned back in his chair again. He finally undid his tie, relaxing a bit. He thought about if this would work. Would she be enough to trick his parents? I guess that all depends on her acting skills. Mason sighed, realizing the trap he has potential set for himself. What if his mother saw right through the charade? That would be worst than just coming clean about being single. She has to be good at acting. The feelings and interactions she has with men cannot be genuine. Right? Mason was busy worrying and almost didn't notice the notification marking her response. He leaned forward and eyed the red number one indicating her response and opened it. 'like a nervous teenager.' Mason read. Nope a teenage would probably would handle this with more balls Mason thought to himself. He then read the rest of the response. She's open to coffee. I guess women of the night do come out in the day. Then he read about payments Oh fuck my dumbass didn't even look before I sent the message.

19:45

Mason tabbed back to the page and scrolled down. Before he made his way to pricing he saw a link for photos. Mason couldn't resist clicking on the link. A few rows of pictures popped onto the screen, and Mason let out a whistle. She was gorgeous there was no doubting there. I can see why she is the top rated. Mason was hard pressed to think of many women he has seen outside of a movie that look as good as her. Mason was looking though the photos unabashedly look at her photos in the isolation of his home. Mason was eyeing the woman's figure when he notice in one of the photos it looked like corner of the same Star Wars poster he had. That caught his attention he has always been a huge Star Wars fan. Mason thoughts began to entertain the idea of them watching the movies together. Then he snapped out of it, remembering he intended to check the prices. He clicked the back button. Mason continued to scroll down the page and finally saw it $500/hr plus for additional services it read. $500! I forgot she does this for money. I almost let myself get suckered in by the poster Just has he had this thought. The second message came in. He opened it and read it. Mason chuckled to himself Ahh I know I would have to answer this. Why am I so embarrassed? Mason decided brevity has been his friend thus far and kept his message concise. Mason chose his favorite shop it was expensive and high end but didn't accept anything but the best coffee. "I can meet for coffee. How about The busy bean at 9:30? Prices are fine. Short answer, I work too much. Lied and told parents I had a girlfriend now they want to meet her. Tell you more over coffee." @Fiory

She stepped out of the Uber once it came to her apartment complex, thanking the driver who not so subtly gave her a look up and down. It wasn't the first time she'd gotten a look like that, and it likely wouldn't be the last. So in response, Vivian just raised a brow at the guy before just slipping out of the car. You couldn't afford five minutes with me buddy, dream on... Her heels clicked as she made her way up the stairs of her building to the top floor, floor three. That's where the studio loft apartments were built and she was just happy to be home. Once she got to her door, number D313 she began fiddling in her clutch for the keys she had. One for the PO box that she allowed clients to send her things if they had specific requests for their evenings, one key for her actual mail box, a few others that went to random or forgotten locks and then finally her house key. As she stuck the key in and turned the lock she heard her phone buzz again in her clutch. Wonder if that's new guy Mason... The door creaked and the apartment itself was small and dark when she walked in, but at least it was warm, dry and somewhere she could go to be comfortable. Kicking her shoes off at the door and turning on a light she heard the telltale jingle of a bell and soft padded paws coming to greet her. The black animal slipped out of the shadows with a soft mewling sound, looking up at Vivian with bright Halloween orange eyes. Viv just smiled and pet the black cat behind the ear over his orange and white collar which helped her to be able to see him at night and down his back. "Hey Poe... Did you miss me?" She said sweetly to the shorthair cat at her feet, who simply rubbed against her legs and continued to meow. Vivian took the opportunity to make sure he had food and water, before checking her phone message again. Sure enough it had been from Mason, so she read the message quietly while she got herself undressed and ready for some sleep. "Shit... the Busy Bean? That's that

21:58

ritzy place uptown isn't it?" She said aloud, almost like she was talking to her cat who couldn't have cared about the conversation and was circling the gray cat bed on a bookshelf. Vivian knew he wouldn't answer her, but it helped having someone to talk to like he could understand her at least. Kept her from feeling too lonely, and always gave her a reason to come home from a night out. Continuing to read while pulling on a short nightgown and flopping down on her bed in the loft area of the apartment, Vivian snickered a little. "Lied to his parents about having a girlfriend? Wow... Isn't he in hot water... But at least it sounds easy enough." So Vivian typed back a small message to him to confirm their consultation in the morning. Nine thirty was going to be an early wake up, so she made sure to set her alarms early enough to get ready and look her 'best' for a day time coffee chat, and scheduled her Uber to the coffee shop so she wouldn't have to wait long in the morning. "That's rough buddy... See you tomorrow morning then at the Busy Bean. 9:30. You're buying. I look forward to hearing the rest of this story." @OriginalMeta

Mason sent off his response, and finished his drink while awaiting her response. After what seem like an eternity, he saw the response. Mason decided that that was that. There was nothing else but to meet the woman in the morning. He walked over to his couch. Sitting down, he turned on the massive tv that was mounted on the wall. Mason would follow his normal nighttime routine of falling asleep on the couch while the tv played white noise. Mason rarely fell asleep in his room. He often would slouch over from the computer after staying up too late working and end up passing out on the couch. Mason had just started to wind down on the couch when a thought hit him. How will she know who I am? Should I have sent her a pic of me? He shook his head. No that would be dumb, plus it give me the option of backing out all the way to the last second. He found himself taking longer to fall asleep on the couch than he usually did because he kept thinking about this woman for hire. Eventually he fell asleep. Mason woke up at 6 a.m. like he always did. He was so conditioned at this point he never bothers setting an alarm. He woke up and changed from the business clothes he fell asleep in to workout clothes. He made his way down to the gym that was on the first floor of his building. He was feeling nervous about meeting this woman. Ugh what am I doing? Mason decide to run on the treadmill to try and relax his nerves. He finished his run and took the elevator back up to his penthouse. He took extra time showering and picked his favorite cologne. He settled on a dark blue suit. He looked as his tie collection and couldn't make a choice. Finally, he opted to go without the tie, as he unbutton to the top button of his dress shirt. While looking over himself one last time in the mirror he thought Why do I care so much what I look like? As long as I pay she doesn't care. He shook his head as the tried to maintain what pride in himself he had left.

Finally satisfied with his look, he made his way out to the elevator, this time pushing the garage button. He walked a short way from the elevator alone the wall to what would look like garage doors inside a parking garage. Mason pushed the button in his pocket and the paid private garage door opened. He hopped into his black Telsa Model X. He made his way down to the Busy Bean. He loved this place they charged an arm and leg but they know how to make a good cup. He took his usual spot corner booth. It has a perfect view of the large window in the front as well as the door. He sat down and the barista yelled over the sounds of machines grinding beans "The usual Mason?" Mason nodded and she went to work. When he was usually here at this time, Mason would be reading emails or the news while he waited. Today Mason found his self looking out the window anxiously waiting for his "girlfriend". @Fiory

Vivian just put her phone away and got herself into bed. Eventually during the night, her cat Poe would join her, laying between her legs curled in a little black ball. The following morning, Vivian woke up to her alarms and got herself ready for the day. Normally she would have been asleep still, as typically she didn't get home until very late at night or sometimes not even until the early hours of the morning. Last night had been no different; late night but at least not as late as normal. Rubbing her eyes a little, she shifted her legs and slipped them out of the blankets as gently as she could to avoid disturbing the black bundle of fur still snoozing on her bed. "Lazy." She teased, getting herself up and walking down the small flight of stairs to her kitchen, living room space and the bathroom on the first floor of her apartment. Glancing at her phone as she went through her morning routine, she checked the weather and her schedule for the day. Mason was first on the list, but then it looked like she hadn't been booked the rest of the day. Great, I kind of get a day off... that'll be nice. Vivian set her own schedule. If she didn't have a client, then she didn't work. Simple as that. It looked like it was going to be cold today, and possibly rain later, so something a little more conservative for this initial consultation. That and, he was apparently looking for 'girlfriend material', not an escort, so she might as well play the part. It was about a quarter to nine thirty when she decided to message her soon to be new client Mason about her whereabouts and eta on time. She never asked for a picture of him, or what he'd be wearing, so Vivian wondered how she would know him when she got there. There was a certain level of secrecy and anonymity with her profession. Always needed and never wanted and certainly never seen. She was the lady in the shadows, not one you have meet your parents. Still she sent a quick message as the Uber driver picked her up.

05:17

"Good morning. On my way, should be about ten minutes. Mind ordering me a medium iced Butterfly Pea Flower Thai tea with Cream please?" While Vivian liked coffee, she also drank tea. The specific one she was asking for, was a very unique color and would make it pretty distinguishable who was her client. Not many people ordered a tea that came out a light blue color after all. True to her word, it only took another ten minutes or so for her to arrive at the cafe. Vivian stepped out in brown suede wedge boots that went up to her knee, tight blue jeans and a red sweat top with a deep v-neck in light cream. It was well knit together, suggestive but comfortable and certainly 'Coffee Date' worthy. Her hair she wore down like she normally did, letting it drape over her shoulder in gentle honey and chocolate waves. She took a moment to glance around the seating area, not looking at the patrons themselves, but for that specific drink she'd asked him to order. Wonder how well he follows instructions...kind of hope this isn't a prank.. I could use an easy gig. @OriginalMeta

05:19

The tea for reference

SPOILER

Mason sat there looking out the window. He was snapped out of his stare when the barista walked up to him with his drink. His drink was just a cafe con leche. “Drinking alone again you are too cute to be single.” It wasn’t the first time he heard that but he didn’t have time for dating. “I’m actually waiting for someone today.” Just as the words left his mouth, his phone vibrated. He read it and frowned his brow. what was this drink “uhh can I get a Butterfly Pea Flower Thai tea with cream?” The barista raised an eyebrow. “We don’t get that drink everyday. Should’ve know anyone your dating would have fancy taste.” She said with a chuckle as she walked away. Fancy taste huh I guess that’s what 500/hr gets you After a few minuets, the barista brought the drink and sat it down in front of him. It was a unusual looking drink. Mason took a sip of his drink as he waited. @Fiory

Vivian was beginning to think that perhaps she'd gone to the wrong cafe. She checked her phone with a bit of a grimace on her face. I don't have time for pranks... just a waste of money and time... She thought, before sighing when she realized she was in fact in the right place. One last look, and she recognized the light blue tea sitting across from a man in a dark blue suit, no tie. The barista had just moved away after delivering it. That must be Mason then. She surmised, quietly making her way over to the table. Part of her sighed in relief. At least he wasn't a teenager. "This seat taken?" She asked in a sweet playful voice when she got to the side of the table, looking over the man that sat there with his own coffee. The tea she had him order wasn't actually very expensive, it just wasn't well known. That made it the perfect drink to order when she didn't know what her clients looked like. Since he likely would recognize her from her photos, Viv didn't wait for him to tell her that the seat was available across from him. Instead she just slid in, and put her purse down at her side. "Thanks for the tea. I appreciate it. You must be Mason, right?" She started, letting her fingers gently wrap around the iced tea drink in front of her, just holding it a moment. Her gaze traveled over him, just taking him in silently and thanking whoever looked out that he wasn't some creeper looking guy. He's actually pretty good looking... shame he doesn't have a real girlfriend. "I'm Vivian... It's nice to meet you." @OriginalMeta

Mason casually sipped his drink looking out the window. He started to daydream about what this woman would be like. He sighed as the thought about leaving. The reality of the situation hitting him hard. She was due to arrive any minute and the butterflies in his stomach, almost soured the taste his coffee. This is dumb, I should just come clean with mom. Just as he set his mind to leave, he heard a voice. He turned his head and a woman infinitely more beautiful than the photos. Her outfit was simple, a red sweatshirt with a V- neck, but somehow she made this look even arousing. Mason adjusted in his seat, prepared to stand, but paused when she immediately sat opposite of him. When she said his name he flinched. How did she know? As she grabbed the tea it came together. The blue tea. She is crafty. I guess you have to be in her line of work. “um. No problem.” He extended a hand figuring a shake was appropriate right? “Yes I’m Mason you must be Vivian. Pleasure to meet you.” This is just a business meeting. You’ve been in hundreds of business meetings. Mason told himself in an attempt to calm the pounding heart in his chest. @Fiory

How formal... She thought, giving a light shrug and taking his hand quietly. Handling this like a business meeting was actually a little more refreshing. She was used to having her clients immediately hit on her, or trying to get something for free or worse. Thankfully her rate would normally weed out most of the scumbags that otherwise would reach out to her. "Pleasure's all mine." Vivian said with a bit of a playful wink. It was a bit of a self made joke, and was a way for her to gauge if Mason had a bit of a sense of humor. Her hand was soft in his, and after the quick shake, she retracted it and picked up the tea to take a sip. It had been a while since she had gotten a chance to have this particular tea so she was glad he was able to order it. "So tell me..." She started, putting the cup down and stirring the tea with the straw that was given with it. "You said last night that you need someone to stand in as a girlfriend, for your parents? Care to elaborate on that? Why not just tell them the truth?" It was more that she was just curious about the circumstances. He did say that he'd explain more over coffee. It was also her way of getting to know Mason, to see if he could be a good client for her too. @OriginalMeta

Mason wondered took the woman's hand and and felt just how soft her hand was. It did nothing to calm his already pounding heart. It took all of Mason's strength to keep his gaze at her eyes, and not her chest. He didn't want to appear to be ogling her. She winked at him as they shook hands and he embarrassment caused his eyes to look down to avoid her gaze, then quickly look back at her face realizing she might think he was looking at her chest. Fuck. Now she thinks I'm a perv. He listened to her ask for an elaboration. Mason leaned back in his in the booth and clasped his hands on the table. His coffee resting beside his hands, getting cold. Mason looked over, noticing the barista was eyeing Vivian with a clear mixture of curiosity and jealousy. He almost wished she was older. It would have been easier to convince barista that always hit on me Mason answered her question. "My parents, mother particularly, are very intrusive. In fact they had a very specific plan for me my entire life. Business school, start my own business, marriage, kids. I've been focused on the business part. She wants me on the marriage and kids part. She used to call me multiple times a week trying to hook me up with one girl or another. Thinks like 'you should meet the daughter of the choir director at my church.' I even entertained the idea a few times and went on dates. It's hard to seriously date someone when you reach a certain...status. It's hard to tell if they like you for you or what you have and honestly it makes you skeptical probably at times when you shouldn't be." Why did I tell her that? it's true but why did I tell her that. She is someone who literally won't even spend time with you if you don't have money.

17:37

"So I lied to her to get her off my back. Told her I meet a girl volunteering at the animal shelter down the road from my house. So we have been dating for three months." As I finished explain the barista, April, walks to the table with another one of my drinks "I saw the yours getting cold" she said with a smile as she looked Vivian up and down.