My story begins with you as a wealthy, charming, handsome casino and hotel owner. You have done very well for yourself and have a generous hand for some of your favourite patrons.
You had trusted my boyfriend as he had gambled and lost countless thousands. You asked for payment and what he offered turned out to be better than you ever imagined.
What he offered you was me.
The day that I was to be sent to you, you sent simple instructions that I was to follow.
They were:
1) Dress sexy
2) Be on time
That evening as I soak in a bath of sensual oils I nervously think about the evening to come and I let my imagination run away with me for a moment. I finish with my bath. I dress, apply makeup, do my hair, and head out the door to your hotel downtown.
In the elevator I push the button for the penthouse suite and I step out of the elevator, take a breath and then knock on the door.
You answer the door and smile a smile that nearly undoes me then and there. You invite me and close the door behind me. I am very conscience of your eyes on me as I walk into the suite.
"I'm Mike, champagne?" You ask as your gaze travels over me, taking in every bit of me.
You couldn't have asked me to dress any more perfectly.
My dress is black, slinky as it clings to my every curve all the way to the floor. The neck line plunges and reveals my best assets. My hair which is a golden brown is done neatly into a French twist.
I look up at you through my lashes and my chandelier earrings catch the light and my throat lay bare as if in a silent invitation...later you think to yourself.
"Thank you." As I accept the glass.
"To the night." As you raise your glass in a toast.
I lift my glass and down half the champagne without thinking about it. You smile inwardly to yourself. I finish the glass and then set it onto the table. I nervously fidget with the clutch in my hands.
"I have one question..." I ask.
"Yes, ask."
"Y-you aren't going to hurt me are you?" I ask anxiously.
Your smirk nearly undoes me again as you reply "I won't hurt you unless you deserve punishment. Does that suffice for an answer?"
"Yes".
A few moments pass and you gently take my hand and lead me over to the couch in the grand room. I take in my surroundings as your hand on my waist turns me to face you.
"First, a test, if you pass that test we continue."
I look questioningly up at you.
You pull a phone out of your pocket.
"You will call your boyfriend and tell him that you are going to suck my cock."