For three years, about once every other month I called up the same escort to come over and fuck for a couple of hours. She is a very attractive girl. She has long pretty straight dark brown almost black hair, green eyes and fair skin. She is in her mid twenties. She let me kiss her which is unusual. I also ate her out and then we fucked. She gave me the same girlfriend experience every time even telling me she loved me. Of course it was an act. That's what I was paying her to do.

Every time we were done she'd get up and got into my bathroom and take a shower. When she was done we'd kiss goodbye and she'd leave. Oh I forgot to mention she always took the bus to come to my place though the very first time we got together I met her at her place. I know that is a little unusual but it's how she gets around. By late in the evening she has usually had her 4th or 5th appointment of the day. She also let it slip once that on a Sunday night she was carrying around all the money she had made since Friday afternoon after she went to the bank.

When I rented my apartment I gave the landlord a fake name. All the utilities were included and I had never bothered to change my driver's license info when I moved there. I lived there for five years. And I never gave my real name to the escort. So bottom line is she, my landlord and none of the neighbors ever knew who I really am.

So it came time to move. I moved all my stuff out of my old place into my new place three states away. Then I started to feel horny. And then I started to think about how expensive moving was and how I really couldn't afford to hire an escort but I didn't have a girlfriend and I wanted to fuck really bad. I usually hired that escort for one or two hours and lately two hours. But I wanted more than I could afford and I realized she had no idea who I really am. My cell phone was anonymous. Everything about me as a matter of habit is anonymous. Then I got turned on by the idea of doing something really profoundly evil to her. I was even contemplating torturing her and mutilating her and even toyed with the idea of killing her just to see what that would be like but I decided not to. There is a huge difference in expending resources between a murder and a simple robbery. When you kill somebody the police leave no stone unturned. They put all their resources into finding out who the murderer is and convicting them. But a simple robbery? Nope not much resources in comparison are used. So I decided not to risk that I had forgotten some minor thing that could be used as evidence. So I decided to just rob her, creatively.

I stripped everything out of the apartment and I scrubbed it and sanitized it and pretty much sterilized the apartment so not even a speck of dust or any possession of mine remained. The only things left were a bottle of unopened shampoo and an unused bar of soap and a brand new bath towel for the bathroom. I took down the towel racks and removed the top of the toilet tank so there was no place to put the bath towel except the door knob. The bath tub is in the ell of the bathroom so she cannot see the door from the shower/tub area. There was nothing else left in the bathroom not even a shower curtain, curtain for the window or bath mat.


I left nothing in the kitchen. There were no curtains on any of the windows. We would be keeping the lights off so nobody could see inside like we usually did. There were no carpets or rugs anywhere. What she did not know is that I replaced all the light switch plates with covers that made it impossible to turn the lights off. Then I flipped all the breakers to those lights off.

The only things in the apartment other than what was in the bathroom was a twin mattress, a couple of sheets and a couple of pillows and my clothes.

So I called her up and made an appointment for five hours of her time. When she got to my place, my very empty place, I gave her $1500 for the five hours and watched as she stuffed it along side thousands of dollars inside her purse. we took our clothes off and went at it for five wonderful hours. She gave me a nice massage, sucked me forever, ate my ass and then made love to me. When we were done fucking I noticed the condom had a big gaping hole at the end. I carefully took it off not letting her see it.

Like she usually did, she disappeared into the bathroom. Quickly I put on my clothes and gathered up all her clothes, her purse and the sheets and waited until I heard the shower begin. I went to the bathroom and opened the door and peaked inside. I couldn't see her because she was in the but/shower so I took her towel and ran and grabbed the rest of the stuff. She always took at least ten minutes in there. When I got back the only thing left in the apartment was the bare mattress, her, the shampoo and soap, nothing else. I grabbed the twin mattress and dragged it out the door and stuffed it too into my van and then ran inside and turned on all the breakers. I forgot to mention, the breakers were located inside a closet that had a lock on the door so I locked the door when I was done. Then I went outside and got in my van and from my vantage point I watched. One convenient thing about the location of my old apartment was it's located a quarter mile from the on ramp for the interstate. After her usual ten minute shower time the show began. I watched through the windows as she ran around the apartment naked. She began to scream then she realized anyone could see her through the windows since there were no curtains or shades. She dropped down to her knees. I saw as her head popped up in several windows. I watched her search around for the off switch to the lights. I watched as she searched the entire apartment. I watched as she peaked out the front door then closed it again.

I decided that was all the fun I needed for the night. I turned the van into the street away from the apartment and drove to the interstate waiting until I was at the end of the block to turn my lights on. It was eleven Sunday night. In twenty minutes I crossed the state line and pulled off the interstate into the parking lot of a McDonald's that was open all night. I went into the back of my van and got out my anonymous phone. I took out the sim card and destroyed it then I took out the battery and destroyed the phone itself with a hammer. Then I went through her things. First I went through her purse. I found my $1500 and put that in my pocket. I hit the jackpot. I found $8250 in cash besides my money totaling $9750. Wow she did better business than I would have guessed. I was also surprised to find some drugs that I didn't need. There were some condoms, lube and birth control pills and even some Viagra. I kept the Viagra. I found her driver's license. I had thought she didn't have one so that was a surprise. But then I found her bus pass. So she could drive but didn't have a car. I wondered why since she obviously made enough money. I found her credit cards, she had about a dozen. I knew better than to try to use any of those. So I destroyed them. I found her cell phone and then I found her other cell phone. I went into both and connected them to my lap top and downloaded every bit of info and all her photos onto my laptop for later inspection. Then I took out the batteries and sim cards and destroyed the phones and the cards with a hammer. I went through and found tampons, make-up, perfume and other girly stuff and a couple of pairs of dirty panties. I kept the panties. I went through her clothes and found her house keys but no car keys confirming the fact that she didn't have a vehicle. I toyed with the idea of breaking into her home one night and r****g her but she would no doubt have the locks changed. I found her SS card and surprisingly a welfare card. I wrote down all her account numbers and her SS number and the info from her driver's license in case I decided I might need them. Then I found her little black book. I didn't expect that since by then pretty much everyone kept such info on their phones. In it I found my info. It had my fake name, my anonymous number, my old address, where she was at that moment trapped naked, along with a description of the kinds of things I liked to do sexually. I am glad I got that. It also had a lot of names in it that I wanted to check out. I kept the black book for the time being. I removed everything from pockets and took her jeans, blouse and bra and shoes to a clothing donation bin in the parking lot across the street from that McDonald's. Then I put everything that I was going to dispose of into several small plastic trash bags keeping my cell phone separate from the other things and I deposited them in several trash receptacles in the parking lots of several fast food restaurants that were in the neighborhood of McDonald's. I kept the remains of my cell phone for the time being. Then I got back onto the interstate and got off at the next exit and tossed my cell phone remains into the trash receptacle in a parking lot of a strip mall then got back onto the interstate and went home to my new apartment three hours later.

The next day I got up and turned on the news. Nothing about what I did was on the news. Then I went onto the internet and found nothing there either. Two days later I found a warning on Craigslist under escorts. It was from her and it warned all the other escorts to stay away from me. I am sure she would have posted my photo if she had one. I was glad she never did. She of course had my name wrong and the number she gave out was anonymous and no longer working and of course I no longer lived at the address she mentioned in the ad. She didn't mention any detail about what happened and I was curious. All she said was that I robbed her. I had no intention of ever living or doing business in that wretched state again so I wasn't worried about her warning.

So I started going through her black book. There were over a hundred names of her regulars in it. I am sure she was not happy losing that. Mostly a bunch of people nobody but their families and friends ever heard of but there where three names I was happy to see. The first was the chief of police of that city. The second was a criminal court judge and the third was the attorney general. That was a lot of blackmail power right there if I ever needed it. The book was written in her handwriting so it was good evidence if I needed to use it. It was small enough that I could hide it in a small hiding place. I opted for the hidden compartment in my safe. Next I turned on my laptop to check out the files I took from her two phones. I found the same info from her black book along with a couple of additional useful names. One was an attorney and the other was the deputy mayor. Then I found tons of photos and videos of her and many of her more important clients including one showing the attorney general sucking on the cock of a doberman pincer and then taking that dog's dick up his ass while he barked like a dog, confessed to abusing children, using racial slurs and telling the escort how much he loves drinking her piss. The chief of police confessed to climbing the promotion ladder by framing several people who later were convicted. I have a video of him doing a line of coke. I had other videos of the other important people doing naughty things of a lesser but very embarrassing nature. I had dozens of videos and hundreds of photos of her and other clients also doing equally kinky and embarrassing things and I have all their names. One of the videos has her confessing to having sex with several children and animals but only one showed her actually sucking a dog's dick.

I figured she was a bit kinkier than I originally thought but I had no idea she was this perverted. I regretted not doing more interesting things with her but not much. Altogether I figure I got back everything I ever gave her and then some. I wished I could have stuck around and watched how she got out of her predicament. It would have been interesting watching her walking down the street naked going from door to door begging for help or perhaps she waited until someone came to the door. Perhaps she asked the mailman for help. No mail with my real name would ever come as I had a post office box several towns away where I got my real mail.

Eventually I tossed her panties as they no longer kept her aroma. She kept posting her warning ads about me for the next several weeks but then I guess she got tired of it. I read every warning but she gave no further hint of what happened to her. I never did need to use my black mail evidence but kept it just in case. Oh and I had my doctor test me for every conceivable STD and came up negative except for a couple of minor ones I already had. So I caught nothing from eating her out or from the broken condom. But she might have picked up one or two new ones from me. My sperm did squirt into her pussy. The nearly ten thousand dollars I took from her including my $1500 came in handy to defray my moving expenses. I have since moved several times. I do that from time to time. I get restless and bored with my surroundings. I haven't had an apartment in my own name or for that matter utilities or phone in my own name for years, decades really. Craigslist no longer has escort ads and now back page doesn't either. I could have stolen her identity but I didn't want to push my luck.

Anyways, thats my story. It's not the only bad thing I did but it was one of the more entertaining and satisfying ones.