The seedy-looking foyer of the old building had a foreboding air about it, and the attempts to brighten it up and make it look sexy had only succeeded in saying "tacky" in a very loud voice.
"Press the bell once and enter immediately," said the sign. Having no previous experience of such a place, I took the sign's advice and stepped into a small room furnished with plastic plants and, incongruously on the wall, hung a print by Salvador Dali. The familiarity of my favorite print did nothing to lessen my trepidation.
Before I had time to study the room further, the inner door flew open and a tall, impressively built woman wearing long black hair and dressed entirely in black appeared. "Come through. Your name?" she asked in a commanding tone. Without thinking - or perhaps I was unable to think coherently - I answered truthfully, then immediately regretted my sincerity.
She grunted and led me to another small room containing a settee, and a whiteboard listing the women who were available that day, with their ages and a short description of each. The woman's dark eyes pinned me down like a bug in a glass case. She spoke, "Choose up to three from the list and I'll send them through."
I felt uncomfortable under this woman's gaze; she seemed to have a power that both excited me and gave me butterflies. I was at a complete loss to explain this curious mix of emotions. I concentrated on the list. 'Vanessa: 20's, Dominatrix, she'll take you to the edge and beyond.' Oh sure, the edge of where, I wondered.
'Sly: 20's, tall busty blonde goddess.' Goddess, schmoddess, I thought.
The third entry piqued my curiosity though, 'Nicola: 19, petite brunette will have you begging.'
Further down another entry caught my eye, 'Renee: 30's, mature bombshell. Very open-minded.' The words echoed in my head. It occurred to me that 'open minded' probably meant she does damn near anything.
I glanced down the rest of the list, but Nicola and Renee stuck in my head. I loved kinky sex, and I was about to ask for Renee, but somehow the thought was subverted before it reached my mouth, and I said, somewhat nervously, "Nicola will be fine."
"She is $60 for the half-hour, $100 for an hour, $600 for the night."
"An hour thanks, and can I pay by credit card?"
"Sure," she said, and after the transaction was done she continued, "Nicola will be here shortly," and she left in a swirl of black, leaving the room strangely vacant.
So there I was, for the first time in my life, about to have sex with a prostitute, and my feet wanted to run away. But, I'd already paid my hundred bucks and there was no going back. Besides, part of me was looking forward to this, the excitement of doing something new and a bit daring combined with the fear of something going horribly wrong, or getting some ghastly disease, was setting my body buzzing in a delightful mixture of anticipation and dread.
Nicola slipped in quietly, and she was just as described; curly brunette hair, and so pretty and so perfect that I felt like getting down on my knees then and there. Her blue eyes twinkled with a captivating mixture of mystery and mischief. My cock, which until now had been undecided about this particular adventure, turned instantly to rock and I had to engage in some very embarrassing antics to point it in a more comfortable direction. My god, I thought, that whiteboard description was spot on. Maybe there is also a goddess after all.
Nicola gave me a friendly smile, took my shaky hand, and led me through a rabbit-warren of corridors. Now I could enjoy the freedom of watching the sensual movement of her exquisitely shaped ass cheeks, as I followed along behind. We came to a black door, which she held open for me. I stepped into a small, simply furnished room with the obligatory pink, red, and black decor. There was a plain double bed, a bathroom accessible through a sliding door, and on one wall I noticed with were some articles that looked like bondage equipment - leather straps, whips, rope, and some inexplicable devices. Probably just for show, I was thinking. Out of the corner of one eye I noticed Nicola was already disrobing and instantly my mind returned to its more accustomed home in my pants.
The clock was running and I didn't want to waste one second of my hour, so I got my clothes off as fast as they would come. Nicola giggled as I teetered with one foot stuck as I tried to remove it from the inside-out leg of my jeans. During this brief battle my other foot stood on the waistband, and I inevitably toppled on my ass into the thick pink carpet with a dull thud.
Fuck, what a klutz, I thought, embarrassed at my clumsiness. Nicola was plainly used to this sort of bumbling and as I twitched there, cool hands ran down my chest and hot lips fastened themselves to me, a wet tongue wove it's slippery way over my lips, and slid nimbly between my teeth. Her mouth was devouring me and hands were pulling at my remaining underwear, brushing across my rock-hard erection as she did so.
Bloody hell, I thought, She's a hot one, I haven't even said Hello yet. Her industrious mouth continued to work it's magic.
Finally released from my clothes, and seeing this small, lithe, beautiful body above me, my desire to have this woman right now, obliterated any fears I had. I stood up - rather too quickly in my eagerness - and hoisted her light frame into the air. She uttered a happy, giggly laugh, as I lay her on the bed, and gazed at her. She now wore nothing, and the sight of those small firm breasts, the erect nipples took my breath away. She was stunning, and her lithe, cat-like body carried just the right amount of muscle. My eyes were drawn down to the slight ripple of her flat stomach, down to a neatly trimmed honey blond bush and below this, the most lovely cunt I could have imagined, neat and sleek.
I realized with a start I was gaping at her most private parts quite unashamedly, and I was about to apologize when she giggled again and quipped, "Take a close look. Taste. Enjoy."
I must have died and gone to heaven I thought as I knelt on the floor and spread her legs with my shoulders. The lips of her cunt stuck together for a moment, then slowly and sensuously separated like a zipper coming undone. The sticky wetness that had been holding them together stretched into thin filaments and then oozed apart leaving her sex exposed to my view - pink, wet, and desirable. My cock, somewhere under the bed, already impossibly hard, hardened further.
I wondered for a moment whether I could be called perverted, in the sheer joy I felt as my eyes devoured the feast before them. Surely there was no lovelier sight than that blond bush, her still-hooded clitoris, her labia now smiling their vertical smile at me, and the folds of pink leading into her cave of mysteries.
