"Oh that feels divine, don't stop please. Ah harder Dean!" the sweating brunette panted at the tall delicious dish, who was flexing her toned legs.

"Sweetheart, you are getting quite a workout today," Dean smirked.

"My muscles will be killing me tomorrow morning but it has been worth it. Your hands are as magical as Christian Bale's in The Prestige."

"That's it for today, darling," Dean Winchester informed Cassie Robinson, one of his faithfully devoted clients. She pouted as the blond haired man assisted her in getting up from the yoga mat.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning at eight, Dean. Thanks for the workout," the twenty nine year old attorney said to the 6' 1 Adonis. She traced his bare bicep with her well manicured index finger. Cassie relished seeing Dean wearing his yoga clothes: a tight black tank top, which showcased his impressive torso and strong arms and black Adidas sweat pants. He was barefoot and had the most perfectly pedicure arched, bronze feet. Cassie did not have a foot fetish but she wouldn't mind lathering them in lemon meringue and sucking the confection off slowly.

All of a sudden, a tiny, blue haired seventy five year old Jewish woman interrupted. "Deannie my boy; I am here for the yoga class."

Dean turned around and kissed the frail and petite lady's blue veined right hand. "Ah Esther, my favorite student, let's rock n roll." He winked at Cassie and helped the elderly woman assume the lotus position.

Two hours later Dean Winchester took tremendous pleasure in showering at his room in Le Luxe Hotel in Rodeo Drive. The hotel was fairly new in the opulent sector of Los Angeles and was known for its classic boutique setting. Guests coughed up $309 a night and were treated like royalty. Two of its luxurious amenities were a spa and yoga center, which were located in the third floor. The entire hotel was decorated in sensuous hues of rich mahogany that was combined with silver and gilded appointments.

What many unsuspecting visitors to the yoga center were not aware of was that it was a front for the Aces Wild Escort Agency. The agency provided male escorts to women, men and couples. If one wanted the services of one of their talented escorts, you needed to shelve up $400 per hour. Also, the escort would cater to your needs for no less than four hours. Most of the men worked a minimum of two days or evenings a week and pocketed between $1200-$2000 per customer.

Dean dressed in a dark blue Polo shirt, brown leather jacket and khaki slacks. He made sure to spray on himself a generous dash of Lancôme Hypnose, which many of his regular clients loved. The handsome escort sat in his boss' art deco office. She had called him to set up this week's appointments. Gabrielle Carter was a twenty eight year old spitfire, who had cleverly come up with the idea for the escort agency.

Dean must have conjured her up from his imagination, because she breezed in through the door like a typhoon. She was carrying the latest Gucci handbag and was wearing a crisp black Armani suit.

"How are you doing today, my golden boy?" Gabrielle asked as she kissed his tan cheek.

"Couldn't feel better, I enjoyed my Mediterranean vacation immensely. I really needed to get away from everything for a while."

"Did you discreetly tell some of your newest conquests of your employment?" she asked.

"Of course Gabrielle; is there any moment during the day, when you don't think of business?"

"Not really," she said hiding a smirk. Of course whenever she had Samuel's magnificent cock between her aching legs or in her mouth she could not think of anything else. Ah her beloved Sam. No one knew about her relationship with one of her escort services most sought after gigolos. Gabrielle could not believe that she had broken her number one rule of never sleeping with one of her employees.

"Gabrielle, are you ok? You seem quite flushed at the moment," Dean inquired.

"Oh it is just that I have been running all morning. Well here is your itinerary for the week. This afternoon at 1:00 pm you will meet with Mrs. Weinerstein. Her husband is away once again on one of his infamous week long business trips; so you know the drill with that one."

Dean rolled his green eyes and stood up. "Gabrielle, after today I do not want to provide my services to her. She has gained fifty pounds in the last two months and she is a tall woman. Last time I almost threw up when she landed on me."

"Suck it up! Those bulging muscles of yours should come in handy with her. At six pm you are to meet with Jo Harvelle at the AMC theatres. Her friends are paying us for you to give the woman the ride of her life. Ms. Harvelle is a timid librarian, who does not socialize much. You two are to see the Lord of the Rings trilogy, which will start at 6 pm."

Dean covered his gorgeous face with his large bronzed hands and sighed. "I better drink a Red Bull before my first assignment today. I can feel it is going to be a day from hell. First I will have to be amorous to Shamu and then I have to sit through an entire butt-numb-a-thon! Son of a bitch!"

"I expect you to work your usual magic, Merlin."

"Gabrielle, you wound me. Don't I always treat all of my ladies as queens?"

"Yes, dumb ass I know. Now if you will excuse me I have an important conference call in ten minutes."

"I'll see you later in the week," Dean said as he stepped out of the office.

Meanwhile, Jo Harvelle had a weird feeling since she walked into the library earlier that morning. Her friends were acting strange and kept whispering around her. They treated her to lunch at her favorite Chinese restaurant. As they were about to leave, they handed her a pink envelope.

Ash, a twenty five year old Goth, who loved wearing blue eye liner said, "Ooh, my darling senorita, we have quite a treat for you tonight. Open the envelope and see what we got you."

Jo was curious and removed a glossy 8X10 picture of a handsome blond man. "Who is he an actor?"

"That is your date for tonight. He will take you to the Lord of the Rings showcase and then if you are lucky perhaps home," Ruby, the promiscuous one from the library stated.

"I can't believe you bought me a prostitute! Oy vey! You guys must think that I am such a loser! I am so embarrassed," Jo said on the verge of tears. She abruptly left the table.

"Well that did not go as planned!" Ash exclaimed. "Hold up, Jo!"

The librarian was furious but then remembered the picture of the man her friends paid for her to have a date with. He was gorgeous and she was so shy that she would never muster the courage to go up to a man, which looked like him. She turned and apologized to her friends. "I am sorry guys, thanks so much for this. I will have a great time tonight."

It was 1 pm and Christine Weinerstein was celebrating that her neglectful husband was away once more. She had called Gabrielle Carter yesterday afternoon, to ask for the delectable Dean to stop by today. Christine had just taken a warm bubble bath in the mansion's Jacuzzi and was anxiously waiting for her escort. She had poured champagne into two flutes and placed a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries next to the king sized four poster bed.

The doorbell rang and she slowly jogged downstairs. She had given the entire staff the day off. Christine could not afford to have any of them blab to her husband what she was about to do. When she opened the door, she saw the sexiest man in the universe standing there. "Winchester, my favorite fondant; please enter."

"How is my favorite client doing today?" Dean asked as he kissed her plump hand. He watched her saunter in what she considered a seductive walk into the Oriental themed living room. Christine was wearing a long silk peach robe. Her strawberry blond hair was cut in the Mia Farrow look from Rosemary's Baby smelled like berries.

Christine yanked Dean's hand and led him into the master bedroom. "I am glad you are wearing that fabulous Armani suit. It goes perfectly with what I have in store for us." Christine rapidly disrobed and Dean was shocked to see her wearing a school girl uniform. She grabbed something from underneath the mattress and it was a wooden paddle. He nervously gulped.

Dean would kill to be in his place drinking a cold one and eating a bacon cheeseburger as he mellowed to some classic Metallica. He swiftly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before opening them once more.

"Principal Winchester I have been a bad girl and am here for my punishment." She led him to the bed and placed the paddle in his hands. Christine pulled herself over his lap and whipped up her plaid skirt. In the process she revealed white, ruffled panties and a cottage cheese ridden derriere. Dean closed his forest green eyes once more and imagined Jessica Biel's well toned ass.

"Christine, you will receive a spanking for cutting class for an entire week," he mumbled in his sexy deep voice. He went on to swat her round and cellulite filled butt twice.

Mrs. Weinerstein stopped him and said, "Now use your hands, Principal Winchester."

He discarded the paddle on the marble floor and caressed her monstrous derriere. She began to shiver as she felt his robust hands fondling her ass. Then she felt the first whack and loved it. He placed several spankings on her bottom. When he observed that her behind was getting red and looked like the planet Mars, he bent down and kissed both massive cheeks. Christine stood up feeling a bit sore but relishing the sensation at the same time.

She handed him a champagne flute and toasted, "To freedom."

Dean said, "Cheers."

After they drank the entire champagne bottle and Christine ate most of the chocolate covered strawberries, they lied on the bed. She mounted him and Dean grumbled underneath her weight. His biceps' veins were protruding as he placed her underneath him. Mrs. Weinerstein retrieved a magnum sized Trojan from underneath the pillow and covered his penis with it. Afterwards she commanded Dean to give her the ride of her life.

She experienced orgasm three times and could not get enough of feeling his magical hands cupping and squeezing her D cup breasts. He even taught her some new positions. The man must know the karma sutra inside and out.

An hour later, Mrs. Weinerstein slept blissfully on her king size mattress, while Dean sat on the closed toilet seat, putting Neosporin on his battered ankles. The woman had toe nails that resembled a condor's. While they had sex the dreadful things had cut his poor defenseless ankles. For the first time in his career as an escort, Dean Winchester started pondering retirement.