The Escort

"Are you sure this is what you want?" 

I asked, looking down at my feet.  They were wrapped in pink ribbon, with little flowers pinned to the front.  But that was nothing compared to the thick, pink diaper around my hips and between my thighs.  With every movement, it rustled in the quiet hotel room.  The beautiful older woman fastened the bib around my neck and stuck a crown in my blonde hair.  Finally, the outfit was complete.  She had completely transformed her call girl into a baby.  Of all the requests, I never expected this one...

~~~

Everybody had their fantasies, everybody had their kinks - mine just so happened to be a little more obtuse than most. Scarlet was the smallest, prettiest, and most charming little bundle of grace that the agency could provide, and moreover, she was willing to honor just about any kink at all. It made me smile to think about the girl who'd probably been tied up in public and gangbanged, now sitting on my lap in the most innocence of guises. I gently ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh, all the same.

~~~

"Let's open your first present, birthday girl," 

She cooed at me, in a voice that hadn't been spoken toward me for twenty odd years.  A small blush filled my cheeks and I forced myself to smile.   She picked up one of ten-or-so gifts from the floor and started to unwrap it.  I sat awkwardly on her lap - one grown woman on the lap of another - and watched her tear the paper away, using my hands when she felt it was necessary. 

"Oh look!" she chimed. "A gag!  This will help when you're particularly fussy, and a pacifier just won't do.  How about we try it now?" 

I looked wide-eyed at the woman.  We had a safe-sign to use in case of non-verbal play, but I didn't expect her to gag me.  I put on my best little girl voice and tried to play my part: 

"I'm not fussy!"

~~~

"Hmm..." I cocked my head and looked at her with skepticism.

"It sure sounds like you're being a little fusspot right now, Scarlet. I think I was right to guess that we should get this tried on you right now." And besides, any excuse to continue to complete her ensemble, right? 

"Open up, go ahhh," I pushed the gag between her lips and continued muttering, "It sure was a good idea to get this bib on you, so you don't drool everywhere."

~~~

She knew her stuff.  The woman fastened the gag in my mouth perfectly, so I could hardly speak a word.  Then she went back to opening gifts, one by one, and using my hands to do it.  After rattles and baby bottles, packs of diapers and stuffed animals, I was as scarlet as my name.  I felt so helpless in her arms, drool dripping down my chin and onto the bib. Then she leaned over and kissed me on my blushing cheek. 

"Happy birthday my little one," she said, slipping her hand up my thigh.  The diaper crinkled at her touch and I shivered involuntarily.

~~~

"Birthday girls get presents of all shapes and sizes... some of them are fun to play with, but some of them..." I gently began to rub the front of her diaper, coyly, never breaking eye contact. 

"Some presents make /her/ fun to play with." 

It had always been my intention to get her off, here, in my lap, in her diaper, unable to talk. It was just a matter of the right moment, the right hook to reel her in. And here, in that moment... I'd found it. 

Tonight, Scarlet Rogers would have her first orgasm in a diaper.

And by the time I was done with her, it would be the first of many, many more.