Chapter 3: Hotels and Motels

Daisy

There’s one thing that works with flawless certainty: if I want a guy’s undivided attention, all I need to do is ask, “Can I show you my pussy?”

I’m a very petite girl, topping out at 4’ 10” and barely eighty-three pounds. Being a lightweight makes it easy for me to have the man lie on his back while I sit on his chest with my feet on each side. With his attention centered in my crotch, I ask in my sweetest voice, “Can I show you my pussy?” Even though it’s a silly formality, I let them give me the affirmative that they do, in fact, want me to show them my pussy.

I use my fingers to slowly spread myself open and expose my succulent pink inner folds. Even though most men have some degree of familiarity with a woman’s anatomy, they never turn down my offer to take them on a guided tour of my vagina – it charms them into a salivating trance-like state. Salivating over my pussy is exactly what I want them to be doing.

Starting by tapping on my little button, I describe the kinds of touching it likes. Next, I rub my finger on my U-spot (pee-hole) explaining that it also likes attention. They get a kinky thrill out of me being such a naughty girl talking about and showing them where my pee squirts out. Some ask if they can watch me, I’m always thrilled to make golden water for them.

Eventually I arrive at my pussy hole. Ah, yes, my tight little pussy hole and center of my universe. At this point, I can feel their stiffening cocks tapping me on the back as I explain in a sultry voice, “This is where you can put things in.”

If that’s not enough, their eyes definitely open wide with my visual demonstration of slowly sinking my finger in to the last knuckle, then gradually retracting it complete with small wet squelchy sounds. I finish by making a show of putting that wet finger into my mouth to suck it clean of my slippery wetness. This puts them over their edge. Now, me and my pussy are irresistible to them - exactly how it should be.

I love taunting like this, but taunt as I will, I always reward. When I ask if they would like a taste, they’re usually expecting to lick my finger as I just did, but I love to surprise by scooting forward and touching my pussy to their lips as an invitation to dine. Works every time!

This is the third time I’ve been through this exact routine with my client Ronnie; understandably, he’s deeply mesmerized each time. Ronnie is a repeat customer, and this is my third date with him this summer. He’s a great big man, maybe 6’ 5”, but everything a true gentle giant should be. He’s a little overweight, but not bad for his early sixties.

Ronnie is worth the hour-and-a-half drive to Lansing. He spares no expense to show me off at the priciest restaurants like I’m a scorching hot Hollywood starlet. Afterward, it’s on to an exclusive reserved hotel suite to slip out of our dinner clothes - and time for me to perform the above-described routine and serve him his sweet dessert that’s been warming in my panties.

Everyone is different in what they like. For example, Ronnie asks me not to shower just before our date, he prefers that I do that early in the morning. That way, by evening, he can enjoy my body’s natural scents and essences. He says he likes a woman to smell like a woman, not the cologne department at Macy’s. It’s an easy request to fulfill, I’m here to please.

Another quirk, if you want to call it that, is Ronnie doesn’t want me to fuck him; he just wants to lick my pussy – and lick my pussy he does! Wow! Like a lot of career politicians and wealthy businessmen, he believes that if there’s no penetrative sex, then (somehow) he’s not cheating on his marriage. The semantics of this are not for me to judge and I’m not his wife. What Ronnie does tell me about her is never good and it sounds like she was the first to be unfaithful. He suspects she’s sucking off the pool boy as we speak!

Here I am getting paid very well to be fed the finest food and drink and have my aromatic nooky tongue bathed till it’s squeaky clean! Granted he’s an older dude, older than me by about forty-some years, but I’ll happily take a seasoned gentleman like Ronnie over the immature boys in my age group - except for Will that is, but I’ll talk about him later, right now my pussy is hosting a very hungry millionaire with a fat wallet.

We’re in his suite on the twelfth floor of the Radisson Hotel in downtown Lansing. After the initial round of straddling his face, he has me lie on the bed on my back. Being I’m so small in stature, he loves how he can easily lift my lower half by my hips and raise me up to his mouth. My legs are flopped off to each side as Ronnie noisily devours my juiciness in between. “Ohmmpphh,” he mumbles over his mouthful, “You are so sweet and delicious, I could eat you all day!”

My lifted pelvis smashed to his face that’s buried in my muffin is one thing, but feeling this big man’s mouth voraciously engulf my little pussy is almost too much – and when I say too much, I mean that in the best way. His working lips massage my entire pubis mound while his tongue is blessed with the talent of knowing exactly where to lick in my tender pink at the most opportune moments. It’s no surprise when I moan out loud and launch into a huge orgasm, this happens many times when I’m with Ronnie. Feeling my body jerk and quiver along with the added juices I’m freeing, he pulls my splayed crotch even tighter to his face. He’s pressed in so hard, I’m not sure how this man is even breathing.

As my spasms subside, he gently sets me back down on the mattress. “That was awesome, Ronnie,” I thank him. “I love how you make me cum so many times like that ... you eat my pussy better than anyone!”

“Daisy, I love, love, love your pussy ... everything about it, your pussy lips, your pussy scents, your pussy tastes, your pussy wetness...” He leans in to lick and kiss my inner thighs where they meet my body at my labia. “And I love, love, love your silky thighs and feeling how smooth they are on my face. Mmmm...” Next, he has me roll over on my tummy. “And your sweet ass, god, I love your tight little ass!” he says, tenderly squeezing each of my squishy globes. “I love, love, love it!” It’s safe to say Ronnie loves, loves, loves everything in my panties!

As he massages my ass, I look back and snicker, “It is a cute one, isn’t it?” Call me pretentious, but it is cute - I love my hot little ass! A client once told me I have a very pert bum; I love that description!

“It sure is a beauty, absolutely amazing!” Using his big thumbs, he gently spreads my spongy globes which are comparatively small in his large hands. Pushing his face in between, he licks me everywhere up and down my crack. Finding what he seeks, he kisses my rosebud. Feeling me respond by tensing and relaxing, he works his tongue on the rim of my anus until it loosens up enough for him to push the pointy tip inside to probe.

“Ohhh ... yesss...” I moan into the pillow. I love how smooth and slippery his tongue feels snaking up in there, especially when he wiggles it around and drills it in and out, ass fucking me with it. I gently flex my sphincter muscles as a way to anal kiss him in return to let him know how much I appreciate this.

When it comes to backdoor fun, playing with my ass and hole is fine, but please limit insertion to fingers and tongues only. I can’t take even an average-sized cock up there; trust me, I’ve tried. That’s a downside to being so small-framed. I’ve let lesser-endowed guys try and sometimes it’s okay, but all too often it still hurts too much. I’ve simply resigned myself to fingers and tongues only, and to be honest, I’m fine with that; I have a mouth and a pussy that loves cocks more than my ass ever will anyway.

All this wonderful attention he’s showing to my most private places, and he asks for so little in return. As I said, he doesn’t want me to fuck him, but I’ll reach down and play with his cock. With him, it’s about having me all to himself to please, and eat. Maybe his wife never lets him eat her pussy, I’ve heard some women can be weird about that, who knows and it’s not my place to ask. All I know is, dates with Ronnie are super easy on my part, I just lay back and let his tongue bathe my nether regions to his heart’s content.

Keep this just between you and me, but sometimes Ronnie has a hard time getting it up; that happens a lot with men his age. I never make an issue of it; I just go down and suck him like I would any other cock. He still receives all the feel-good sensations and has no problems cumming, it’s just that he tends to stay semi-hard at best. Other times, I’ll jack him off and he likes when I play with his balls at the same time.

Another favorite is when I sit on his face. He wants me to lift my knees up high so only my toes are touching the mattress; this causes my weight to bear down so I can really grind my bits all over his nose and mouth - he loves that. It’s fun when he stretches his tongue straight up so I can slide over it and fuck it; he likes feeling my pussy muscles clench on and try to pull it in deeper. Giving me an orgasm when I’m on his face gets him so excited, he likes how my nimble body quivers and quakes from the pleasure he gives with his mouth - and he gives me several! He eagerly laps up every drop of my extra wetness.

When our time is up, Ronnie takes a quick shower to rinse off the traces of my pussy scents and dresses to go home. He jokes by saying, “I hope my wife is done with the pool boy by the time I pull into the driveway.”

I snicker and tell him, “Maybe you shouldn’t have showered, let her find my scents on you.”

He has a good laugh and says, “Perhaps one day, I will!”

Being that he paid for the room overnight, I’ll just stay here instead of driving home in the dark. He leaves his key card on the dresser to let me know I have nothing to worry about such as him coming back later in the night and letting himself in. I can trust Ronnie, but, as a personal rule with everyone, I always keep my wits about me.

Driving home the next day, I’m thinking about that sex party we had a couple of weeks ago at my boss’s beach house on Lake Michigan. It was me and two of my co-workers I adore, Rose and Lily. We three girls gave two hot guys, plus Heather, the woman who arranged it, the best time of their life. I love group sex dates and have fun being the ringleader.

Josh was the older of the two guys. When I say older, I don’t mean like old, he was in his mid-twenties. And, let me tell ya, he is one prime stud with a hot bod and a solid cock. He’s Heather’s friend and the group sex date was her plan because he apparently arranged for a bunch of his buddies to fulfill a friendly gangbang sex fantasy of hers a couple of weeks prior – that had to be fun for her!

The other guy is Will. He’s eighteen, a year younger than me, super cute with blond hair and the softest blue eyes. At six feet, he’s a bit lanky in frame, but his body is sexy as hell. Let me add that he has one of the nicest cocks I ever felt, it’s super smooth and I just love, love, love it - god, I’m starting to sound like Ronnie! How do you like how I can describe these guys I just met and include all the details of their genitals? How often can a girl do that in regular life?

I took a liking to Will because a lot of guys in my age group have a lot of growing up to do. It’s fine, aren’t we girls supposed to mature first anyway? Who am I to talk; I can be quite self-centered and immature about a lot of things myself. Maybe I’m not giving myself enough credit, but it’s not the best combo when the girl and the guy have tendencies leaning towards some immaturity; at least one of us should act like the adult.

Will is different and I like the way he carries himself. He’s confident, but not an over-confident ass - polite, but not gushingly so - soft-spoken, but not limp-wristed about it – knows how to assert himself while having sex, but never demanding and selfish. He’s what my grandmother’s generation would call a good catch and a very nice young man.

At the end of the day, I got Will’s number telling him I’d call. Two weeks have passed with, sadly, no calls from me. I have no excuse, it’s just me being flighty. I’m sure he’s forgotten my face and moved on. Anyway, for me it’s just business, fun business, but just business after all.

As I drive, I’m listening to a favorite playlist of sexy boom-boom songs I like to dance to and start feeling a familiar buzz between my legs that I know all too well. I’m getting horny. As awesome as it is to have Ronnie lick the ever-loving lord out of my pussy, I miss having a good stiff cock pushing up in there, stretching things out, and bumping my cervix a few times.

Before leaving Lansing, I checked my work schedule and don’t have any playdates for the next two whole weeks - damn. That doesn’t mean something can’t pop up last minute, but that can just as easily mean nothing will either. Looks like I’ll be spending the next two weeks with my fingers and vibrators to satisfy my needs. Oh, yippee, I eye-roll to myself. It’s not a money issue, I have more than plenty in my savings account, it’s that I’m somewhat of a sex addict if you haven’t figured it out by now.

I’ve been told that escort work can have lulls in the summer. Most clientele are wealthy businessmen and they take vacation time to spend with their families at their summer homes, sailing their yachts, or traveling abroad. Once Fall comes around, so do the horny cocks backed by fat wallets.

Fuck those vibrators! - well, I mean that is what I do with them, haha, but I’m saying fuck ‘em in the non-literal sense. Should I call Will? Has too much time passed? I’ll be passing near his hometown soon.

Exit 62 - Standale the road sign says. My pussy wins the debate as I take the freeway exit.

Pulling over in a grocery store parking lot, I pick up my phone and hesitantly text, “Hi Will! It’s me, Daisy, from the party on the lake.”

His response is immediate. “HI! I’ve been hoping to hear from you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, been kinda busy.” No, I haven’t been busy, but sometimes small lies are necessary. “I’m in the area if you’re free?”

“I’m just getting off my shift in ten minutes, will that work?”

“Sure! Want me to meet you? Where do you work?”

“At Big Woody’s, it’s a lumber and hardware store on Main Street, can’t miss it.”

Big Woody’s I laugh to myself, the perfect name for a store to pick up a guy whose woody I desperately want to fuck. “See you in ten!”

Standale is a few miles up the road so this will time out perfectly. I sure hope Will has an apartment or somewhere we can go because I’m horny as hell and need to jump his bones.

Will comes out the front doors of the hardware store with his red work apron slung over his shoulder looking around. I toot my horn and wave so he can see me in my silver-gray late-model Chevy Equinox SUV.

Hopping in the passenger seat, he’s all smiles. “Wow, Daisy, I’m so happy to see you!” His face is beaming as he looks me up and down like I’m a supermodel who just flew into town. The truth is I’m not all dolled-up or anything, no make-up, hair pulled back in a pony-tail, just a regular plain pink t-shirt, a pair of tight-fitting well-worn jeans, and my tennis shoes - my everyday look. “You’re ... wow ... you’re every bit as cute and gorgeous as I remember,” he says, turning a faint shade of red.

“And you’re a sight for my sore eyes too, Will,” I smile and kiss him on the cheek.

This is so funny because even though I consider Will a friend, we’re still strangers who know next to nothing about each other. What I know about him is: I think he’s a good-looking guy, I love his cock and it feels great inside me, I like sucking on it, and his cum tastes good. What he knows about me is similar: he likes my boobs, my pussy, and my ass, etc. I mean there’s more to it than just that, but you get the idea. We really should get to know each other better, and we will, but first I have a powerful itch between my legs that needs attending.

“What would you like to do?” he asks with a smirky grin that tells me he already knows.

“Fuck your brains out,” is my matter-of-fact, no beating-around-the-bush answer.

“Well ... the problem is, where?” he looks down, “I still live with my parents, and—”

“No worries,” I put my hand on his thigh and let my fingers press on the tender inner parts. His body heat increases the closer to his crotch my fingers wander. “Does this town have a motel or something?” Looking both ways up and down this small main street, I don’t see anything promising. This town is so damn tiny, I’m thinking we may have to drive far to find something.

“Wait,” Will snaps his fingers remembering, “there’s the Silver Crest about a mile away. It’s nothing special, just a little roadside motel.”

“As long as it has four walls and a bed, it’ll work,” I say, putting the SUV in drive and speeding out of the parking lot.

Will looks in his wallet to count his cash. “I may need to use an ATM first,” he says.

“Put your money away,” I smile, “it’s on me.”

Will is correct, the Silver Crest is nothing special. It’s a very typical roadside motel with about fifteen to twenty rooms that you can pull your car right up to your door. The carpet is worn, and the furniture outdated, but the room is clean, and the bed is newer so that’s nice. It’s everything we need.

Once inside, I usher him toward the bed - I want his naked body in full contact with mine. He sits and lays back while I hop on top of his waist, already removing our shirts.

I don’t have the biggest boobs, but not the smallest either for my size. My nipples are already hard and pointing with a slight upturn. Will’s hands reach up to play and they feel good caressing my breasts. He’s gentle with his squeezes, seeing how much they give without causing any pain. Between his fingertips, he lightly pinches and tugs on my nipples. Again, he’s very conscious that what he’s doing feels good to me, I like that in a guy.

Underneath, I can feel his cock growing inside his jeans. “Somebody is happy to see me.” I giggle, pressing down and rubbing my crotch on his.

“See what you do to me,” he snickers back.

“You’re not the only one. Check this out.” I scoot forward and point out the nice wet spot between my legs.

Seeing this, he grabs my hips, and pulls me (and my wet spot) to his face to lick the saturated cloth. “Mmmm ... Your pussy smells fantastic,” he whispers.

Having him so close to my hot place is driving me insane. “Enough with these damn jeans in the way,” I hop up, yank them down and kick them off in a twisted bundle on the floor.

“Do you want me to get cleaned up?” Will asks, pulling his pants down, “I showered this morning, but did just get off work.”

I give his body a sniff, including below his waist in his pubic hair, balls, and hard-on. I can tell he’s been sweating at his job, but it’s fine, it’s a clean sweat and he smells good to me. Smooching the tip of his beautiful cock, I say, “No, you’re perfect, I like a little manly muskiness.”

Putting my hand around his shaft, I give it some long deliberate strokes. It feels so good, so warm, and so hard; I love his young masculine equipment. This little bit of attention has him so excited he’s already leaking precum; that didn’t take long. I put my lips to his glans and suck the clear bead into my mouth to savor his sweetness, “Mmmm ... that tastes good,” I tell him, smacking my lips.

“I like it too,” he grins.

A fresh drop appears and it’s an extra big one. I lick it up and move towards him to share. He sticks out his tongue and takes it. Something about seeing a guy enjoy himself, especially his own juices is so thrilling to me. A couple of weeks ago, I loved how he went down on me with such an eagerness to clean up his cream pie in my pussy.

I also remember another special thing he did that astonished me.

“Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you show me...” I squeeze his penis, “ ... how you suck on this?”

“Sure, but I’ll need to stretch first.”

He cranes his head this way and that, twists fore and back, all while limbering himself up. Once he’s ready, he leans forward with exacting precision and eyes on his target. He pushes down, then momentarily returns up to let his muscles get accustomed, then back down he goes. Each time he gets his face a little closer until the tip of his cock touches his lips. A few more bobs and he does it; first he takes his glans, then slides about two-thirds of his penis into his mouth! Absolutely amazing!

I watch as he secures his lips around and his cheeks sink in, he’s sucking on it – he’s actually sucking himself! Next, he slides his mouth up and down the length of his shaft making it shiny and wet with his saliva. His chest is folded over, and it looks like the lower part of his rib cage is tucked in above his belly area

He’s making small moaning sounds, I’ll bet his lips feel good on himself. He shows me how he can flick the tip of his tongue on his pee-hole to lick up another big drop of precum.

“Whoa! That is so fucking awesome how you can do that! Does it hurt your ribs?”

“Not really. It just feels weird, but I can’t stay like this for too long.”

“I sure wish girls could do that; I would lick my pussy in a heartbeat every damn day!”

“I can help you with that,” he snickers. He’s such a sweet guy.

“Can you make yourself cum?” I ask.

“Probably, I’m pretty horny right now.”

Back at it he goes, sucking and sliding up and down on himself. Now there’s a strange description if there ever was one! I smile at the noises he’s making, it’s those tell-tale smacky-slurping sounds unique to sucking a cock. I help him out by reaching down and rubbing his inner thighs, touching my fingers to his taint area, and playing with his balls. They’ve really tightened up, a sure sign he’s getting close. I love his cute balls, plus they produce such nice-tasting cum!

He flashes me a quick thumbs-up sign to watch closely. With an initial shudder of his body, he shivers and begins to ejaculate. Oh, fuckity-fuck, how cool is this?! My fingers press to his taint and feel it undulating as it’s pumping his semen. Guys cum in spurts, first his perineum tightens followed by his shaft swelling fat as he passes each volley through his urethra. These are his body’s very mechanics at work as he shoots blast after blast into his mouth. This is so frickin’ awesome!

I put my other arm around his back to hold him in an embrace through his euphoric moment. What a thing to witness, a guy pleasuring himself with his own mouth and taking his own boy-milk straight from the source.

“Don’t swallow,” I tell him, “I want you to give it to me.”

Once he’s done, he slides off very carefully to not let any slip past his lips. Gradually he straightens up to an Indian-style sitting position. Opening his mouth, he shows me the swirly pearly white puddle he just squirted in there. I open my mouth and carefully dock with his. Pushing his tongue forward, he passes his cum from him to me. Mmmmm, it’s warm and tastes so good, especially after the rare show of how he got himself to shoot it.

Swirling it around, I let it coat the inside of my mouth. While I play with his load, I lovingly stare between his thighs at his twitching cock that this deliciousness just came from. Happily swallowing, I’m drawn to him - I gotta have that cock! Dropping my face right down into his groin, I gulp him into my mouth to give his sweetmeat a serious sucking on. Will leans back, laces his fingers behind his head, and watches me feast.

I suck him hard and take him deep by lowering myself all the way down. I’ve trained myself how to relax my esophagus; this allows his glans to push itself into the tighter confines of my throat. Guys are constantly amazed at how seemingly easy I can do this. I’m proud of my gag reflex control and truly enjoy showing off how well I can deepthroat. When my nose is in his fluffy curly patch and I can feel his pubic bone, I know I have his entire manhood engulfed.

Flexing my surrounding throat muscles, I wiggle my tongue in tandem to create as many interesting movements all over the surface of his cock as I can. Every guy I’ve done this to says it feels fantastic and as proof to the point, they usually cum very quickly. I know Will (probably) won’t be able to cum just yet, it’s too soon, but I want to give his penis this special treatment anyway.

“Ohhh-ohh-oh-oh ... this feels soooo awesome,” he moans. “If I didn’t just cum, I would be right now.”

After several more sucks, throat flexes, and tongue twirls, I pull off with a wet slurping sound. “You liked that, huh?” I ask laughing and already knowing the answer to that question.

“Oh, fuck, yeah! Who wouldn’t?”

Will scoots down so he’s lying flat on his back. Patting his chest, he says, “Come up here and sit. Show me your pussy like you did with Josh.”

“You saw that, huh?”

“Yeah, I did ... that was so sexy.”

I swing my thigh over him extra slowly so he can watch my lower lips separate and give him a quick glimpse of pink as I position myself on his chest. His eyes never leave my pussy the whole time. Once my bare bottom is seated on his nipples, I look him in the eye, move my long curly brown hair from my face, and innocently ask, “Can I show you my pussy?”

He nods a very affirmative yes.

Slowly spreading my labia, I take him on a tour in my glistening flower petals. I point out my clit, my pee-hole, and my canal opening, including a few deep finger dips and licking. He loves every precious second of my show, but before I can ask him if he wants a taste, he’s already grabbing my ass cheeks and scooting me toward his mouth. I have one hungry guy here!

With his face under me and between my thighs, my knees rest on the mattress next to his ears. His welcome tongue invades my slit, tasting in every fold, flicking my excited button, tickling my U-spot, and up into my canal as far as he can extend it. The sensations of his efforts are fantastic. I’m uncontrollably pressing myself down, grinding away, and giving him every atom of my pussy to enjoy.

My orgasm is coming and fast. I’m hoping it will be a wet and sloppy one. I love smearing a guy’s face with my slippery juices when he makes me cum this way. I don’t know why that is, it’s just something that my naughty self gets a great big kinky thrill out of. The guys never mind either - hell, they all go apeshit when Lily’s pussy squirts a huge mess all over their faces. Maybe deep down I wish I was more of a squirter like her.

“Oh my god! OH GODDD!!!” I yelp as my orgasm hits and the ecstasy washes over me. I can feel additional wetness coming out as I cum and I want Will to get every drop, which is easy because my entire vagina is in his wide-open mouth. That’s another perk of being of smaller build, it’s easier for guys’ mouths to completely cover all my girl bits.

Over my very vocal moans of pleasure, I can hear him hum his pleasure as well. Just as I’m calming down, his phone on the nightstand starts ringing. Sliding his wet face from under my hoochie, he knows the ringtone well and answers, “Uh ... Hi, Mom, what’s up?”

He has the earpiece loud enough that I can hear as she asks, “Where are you, Will? I thought you were working till two o’clock?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m hanging out with Allen.”

“Allen?”

“Allen Hawthorne, the guy I told you about. He just started working at Big Woody’s last week.”

“Oh, okay, I remember now, he’s one of the Hawthorne boys. Are you coming home for dinner, or eating there?”

“Um ... not sure yet ... I’ll probably eat here ... or go out.” I can tell Will doesn’t like lying to his mother, but I guess telling her he’s late coming home because he’s getting it on with a girl he met at a multi-person sex party would probably not go over very well.

After he hangs up, we flop on the bed to recharge. I giggle and say, “So, I’m Allen now?”

“Should I have told her,” he stops to laugh, “that I’m at the Silver Crest demonstrating how I can suck my own cock and enjoying a face full of pussy?”

I roll onto my side and kiss his cheek. “I’m just having fun with you. I see it all the time, grown men covering for time spent with me. You pulled that off like a pro.”

“So, what’s it like?” he asks. “Being an escort?”

“Well, there’s a lot to it, what would you like to know?”

“Whatever you want to tell me.” He smiles that charming smile of his. “Is Daisy your real name?”

“Actually, yes, it is. Most of the girls pick a flower name as per Jasmine’s request.”

“Who’s Jasmine?”

“She’s sort of my boss, you could say.”

“Your boss?”

“She owns the company that provides pre-screened clients for me to evaluate for dates.” I can tell he’s not fully understanding how this works, most people wouldn’t unless you’re actually in the business. “Jasmine’s escort company is called the SW Swim Club.”

“What does SW stand for?” Will asks,

“That’s a good question, no one actually knows,” I laugh. “It could be South West for southwest Michigan area, or Sexy Women, or Sweet and Wet. SW Swim Club is simply a non-descriptive name for a company that stays under the radar for good reason, it’s not exactly legal around here.” There is no swimming club or anything like that, the only locations I know that are associated with this business is a small office in Grand Rapids where I interviewed with Jasmine, and her Benton Harbor beach house on Lake Michigan.