I wake up to the sound of yelling outside my apartment block along side the sound of my phone alarm. Sitting up in bed, I stretch, my top rising slightly as I stretch and yawn.

It's seven in the afternoon. I know what you may be thinking. Why are you getting up at seven at night. You see, I have school of a morning and work in the afternoon. I have to sleep at some point so my best option is the time from coming home from school to the time I have to get ready for work and leave.

I move myself slowly, with heavy feet toward the shower. Almost tripping over the clothes I have thrown onto the floor. I turn the hot water on letting it cascade down my body.

I can't help but let my mind wonder to thoughts of Mr Jackson. His light brown hair and green eyes that make me weak to the knees when he stares at me. I sigh. Letting my hands move down my body to my core, touching myself as I think about what it would be like to have his hands between my legs and his body pressed against mine as I hold his strong shoulders.

Once I'm out of the shower I change into my black Lacey underwear, putting the black bob wig on to alter my appearance slightly. I put in contacts and put makeup on. My Lacey unpadded, almost see through bra matching the underwear. I put my red silky robe on top, wrapping it around myself as I put in red heels.

I take hold of my phone. A new message has come through, from my boss.

'You're booked for the night Diamond. Just go straight to the location. They want you the whole night. Remember to get the money off him. - Carl.'

I smile softly to myself and scroll to find the attachment with the name and location of the customer. Thomas Jackson, 34 East street. I look up the address and start my journey toward the location.

I look at the building. Watching them get prettier and richer the closer I get to the location. I park my car outside the cream coloured modern looking house. I get out and knock on the door.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a cheeky grin greets me.

"Just come in, he's in his room. I'm heading out in a few minutes." He says. I nod my head.

He walks me up toward a bedroom door. I knock on the door, when there isn't an answer I open the door. There is a man hunched over a desk, he is on his computer with headphones in. I close the door and walk to him, sensually caressing his shoulders and sliding my hands to his chest, moving my hand down to his crutch. He jumps and takes his headphones out.

He has hold of my hand. Neither moving my hand away or letting it do it's job. He turns to me and I'm taken back. My body heating up and my heart beating out of control. It's my English teacher Mr Jackson.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm your escort." I say sensually into his ear. I cannot break character now. If I do, then he may realise I know who he is and and may see through my disguise.

"I didn't..." He sighs and doesn't continue.

"Thomas the idiot." He mutters under his breath. I smile softly to myself and move closer, kissing his neck up toward his ear, lightly grazing his ear with my teeth. He moans and loosens his grip on my hand, letting me run my hand up and down his shaft over the material of his pants.

He moves his chair so I'm standing in front of him. His hands find my waist and he pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle him. His hands on my hips he starts moving my hips, rolling and grinding against him. His hands finding my arse at the same time as his lips finding my lips. Usually I won't let clients kiss me but with him, I would let him do about anything he wants. He stands up with me in his arms and lays me on his bed. He trails kisses down the crevice of my breast. I roll us around so I'm above him. Unwrapping my gown I watch as his eyes cover every inch of my body.

His sits up slightly and softly pulls the gown off my shoulders. I slide my arms out. His hands trailing down my arms, to my wrists. He follows along with his eyes. I watch as he frowns, seeing the bruise I have, the shape of a hand. He caresses it softly and looks up into my eyes. Worry and recognition in his eyes.

"You know you don't have to do this Veronica." I look at him shocked. My eyes wide and my heart beating out of control.

"How did you..." He gives a soft smile.

"Well I thought you looked very similar but didn't think t was you until I saw this bruise. I remember looking at it today, wondering if someone was hurting you." He says as he caresses my cheek.

I blush and look away from his understanding eyes. He sighs and lifts my chin so I am looking up at him.

"We can stop. I'll still pay you. I know you'll get into trouble if you don't get paid. I'd hate to think of you being covered in more bruises." I give a soft smile.

"Carl doesn't hurt me. The bruise is from a client a couple nights ago." He sighs.

"Do your parents know what you do?" He asks.

"My parents are dead. I've been living by myself since I was sixteen." I say honestly. He nods his head and mouths 'oh'.

We sit in silence for a few seconds. I'm still straddling him and his hands are around my waist.

"Do me a favour?" He asks. I nod waiting for him to ask em to leave.

"Take the wig and contacts out?" He asks.

I look at him for a few more seconds before taking off the wig and taking out my contacts. He smiles at me and cups my cheeks.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers softly before pressing his lips against mine.

"Mr Jackson... I do need the money so I need to know if you still want my services otherwise I have to call Carl and get a new customer." Looking anywhere but at him. He sighs.

"I don't want your services. But I don't want you to leave. I'll pay you. Just, stay here." His voice sounded like he was pleading.

"Why do you want me to stay?" I ask.

"Because I know you'll be safe here. And I can't stand the thought of another man touching your body." He says slightly distastefully by the end.

"It's my job." I say.

"I wish it weren't. I don't want any other man touching you." He says. I watch as his cheeks redden. His eyes wide as he looks away from me.

"Any OTHER man hey?" I ask with a slight teasing in my voice.

"Veronica I've had feels for you since forever. You're beautiful, hard headed, smart, tough and much more. You're the woman of my dreams. Why do you think I became so happy when I thought you were just a look alike. Because I would have been wishing it was you. I blush.

"I have feelings for you too." Is all I say before pressing my lips to his.

His hand holds my head as the other holds my hip. His tongue tracing my lip, asking for entrance which I grant. He lays down before flipping us over so I'm underneath him. His lips pressing against my neck, down the crevice of my breast. He trails back up. Nipping and sucking at the crook of my neck. I sigh and close my eyes at the feeling of his lips against me.

"I thought you didn't want my services." I tease with a soft laugh as he starts to trail kisses down to the hem of my panties. He looks up at me with a slightly amused smile.

"I don't want your services. I just want you. All of you. Your heart and soul, your body, your love." I smile, he crawls up and presses his lips lovingly against mine before moving back to the hem of my panties and tugging them down. I gasp and grip the sheets as his tongue finds its way onto my clit straight away. Two of his fingers pumping my hole. He stops before I'm able to climax. At some point during the night I had managed to unbutton his top. He takes it off and unbuckles his pants, tugging them off along with his briefs. He crawls on top of me again and unclips my bra from the front, pulling it off. He takes one nipple in his mouth I moan and slide my hand down his torso, taking hold of his hard shaft. I start to pump him as he sucks my breasts. Moving from one to the other amidst his moans. He pulls away from my breasts. Opening the draw next to him, pulling out a condom. He goes to put it on but I stop him. He sits in front of me and watches as I take it from the wrapping and put it in my mouth, bending forward and putting it onto his shaft with my mouth. He moans and grips the sheets. One I move my head, He all but tackles me back down and enters me swiftly.

"Holy shit." He says breathlessly. He has his arm around me as I lay my head against his chest.

"Mr Jackson- " I start but he interrupts.

"Zakeriah" I purse my lips.

"Zack... what does all of this mean to you?" I ask him. He turns more toward me.

"Well, I already told I want all of you and that I have feelings for you. I want to settle down with you." I smile and blush.

"But you are my teacher." He sighs and nods.

"Yes, there's that." He mumbles.

"And I don't even know how old you are." I say truthfully. He grimaces at my mentioning his age. I ready myself for him to say something like he's 38.

"I'm twenty-nine." I smile and kiss his cheek softly.

"Do you know how old I am?" I ask. He smiles and nods.

"You are 18 years old. Born February seventh." I smile and blush.

"Look we can spend time with each other, go to each other's houses and take it from there. We don't have to tell anyone or put labels on anything if you aren't ready." I nod my head.

"I do have one request though." I look at him showing I'm listening.

"Get a different job." He says in all seriousness. A begging in his voice. I nod my head. He sighs and kisses my forehead before relaxing again with his arms around me.