Adele had been a top notch escort girl for a couple of years. She earned a large fee for each day she worked. So much in fact that she only worked two or three days a week. She only went with rich clients, ones that didn't complain at her £1000 a day fee plus expenses.
She received a booking to travel to Paris for three days with the Chief Executive of a large computer products business. The file Adele had received described him as being married and in his early forties. He looked handsome from his photograph and she looked forward to meeting him. Her assignment booking mentioned that all her clothes and underwear would be provided and her sizes had been forwarded to the boutique to supply the items.
The day before she was due to leave, a suitcase arrived along with her instructions, including what she should wear for their journey. She was impressed with the quality of the clothes and how sexy they would look on her. The first items were packed on the top layer of the case. Very thoughtful she thought to herself.
The following morning Adele showered and put on the white silk thongs and a lacy push up bra, it made her breasts look even sexier. She put on the stockings and short skirt and silk blouse. She found a gold necklace in the side pocket of the case which she was also instructed to wear along with an ankle chain.
She drove to Heathrow in her Mini and parked in the long stay car park. Her instructions told her to go to the BA information desk. The young man seemed to know she was expected and escorted her to the ViP lounge, as she walked in she recognised Paul's face. He got up to greet her, holding her close and kissing her on the cheek. He was a real gentleman and showed her to his seat. Paul introduced Adele to Sarah his wife.. who to Adele's surprise was wearing identical clothes to herself.
Adele was a little unsure of her role with Paul's wife being present, but she didn't mind. She had taken part in a threesome before, but it had been her and two men... so two women and a man would be something new to enjoy....
Paul poured Adele a glass of champagne and she sat back and enjoyed it whilst they all chatted and got to know each other. When their flight was called, Paul stood and held out his hands and the ladies went each side of him and they walked out and to the plane together. Everyone could see how pleased Paul was being flanked by two beautiful women, both wearing sexy outfits.
He walked across the tarmac to the plane, enjoying the feeling of the two women next to him. They moved well, both of them. Different perfumes. Never mix business and pleasure? They'd see about that. Champagne was definitely a pleasure. As for Adele....well, there were plenty of women who could type. Adele had extra qualities. And at a thousand a day, they'd better be good. He smiled to himself at the thought of the company accountants trying to categorise her. Serve 'em right; let them do something useful for a change. Paul detested accountants and would happily have swapped the whole damn lot of them for a regular view of the delightful swivel on Adele's arse.
They boarded the small jet waiting on the tarmac. Private charter jets were almost as cheap as Club Class these days, and so much more private.
Once airborne he picked up a copy of The Times and relaxed. His wife began to instruct Adele on her duties. She pulled out a copy of Adele's contract and began to run through it. The usual duties of a PA. Contract to run until the seventeenth, expenses paid etc. Paul gazed out of the window at the grey waters of the Channel. Adele listened attentively.
"So, those are your official duties. " said Sarah, closing the briefcase with a snap. "But of course, we're not paying you a thousand a day to take shorthand, are we Adele?"
Adele smiled and shook her head.
"We're paying you to fuck. " said Sarah, casually.
"It's what I'm good at." replied Adele, coolly.
