Author's Note: This is one in a series of stories based on the premise of selling myself as a call girl catering to rich and famous women. The premise may be a little shaky, but it's a fun concept and it reflects a real fantasy of mine.
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It's always exciting the first time with a new client - exciting and a little scary. So many unknowns: Will she be as sexy as I think she is? Will she be responsive? Will she like what I do to her, be satisfied with my performance? And those questions are even stronger when the client is someone that I've been crushing on for a long time. Of course, I have a lot of crushes, but this is a big one.
All this is going through my head as I ride the elevator up to the 12th floor. I find the room - 1212 - and discreetly knock. The door opens, and there she is - Kaley Cuoco.
"Hi," she says simply, then, tilting her head in inquiry, "Milene?"
"That's me!" I reply. God, she looks gorgeous.
The first thing I notice about Kaley is her hair. I have so say, I was disappointed when she lopped it all off for the pixie cut, but now it has grown out a bit, with random clumps sticking out in various places. It looks more disheveled, much sexier. I like it.
Unlike some of my clients, who dress very sexily for our encounters (not sure why that is), Kaley's attire is very casual - blue jean shorts and a plain yellow tee. Her feet are bare. She looks as if she's just come from the beach or from a quick run of errands. In a way, this is even more appealing, like she's a "real" person and not a famous TV star.
Kaley offers me a seat and I settle into the sofa, while she opts for the chair across from it. I sense that this is going to be a little uncomfortable. Kaley is clearly a bit ambivalent about doing this. On the other hand, she did make the appointment, so I'm confident we'll get past the initial awkwardness - a pretty common thing in my experience.
"So how do we start?" she asks with a self-conscious smile and a slight blush. "I've never done this before."
"No problem," I say. "I'll lead you through it. I promise you'll have fun, you'll really enjoy it." She nods quietly as I go on. "But what do you mean by 'it' - never been with a girl or never been with a professional like me?"
"Well," she says with a little giggle, "both really!" There's a slight pause before Kaley continues. "I mean, I've had opportunities, believe me. Actually, I did have one experience, a casting director back in the early days. She talked me into it and I let her go down on me. I think she was good, really, but I was too nervous to really enjoy it. Haha!!"
"So," I respond, "if I may ask, what made you take the plunge and contact me now?"
"Well, I've always been a little curious, and I always hear that girls give the best head." She is looking down as she says this, but then looks straight at me as she adds, "It's been a while since I've had some really good oral." A little nervous giggle follows that statement. Reading between the lines, I surmise that for some time prior to her recent divorce, her sex life was far from satisfactory.
"Okay," I reply, "so let's start by getting closer. Literally, I mean. How about you come over onto the couch with me?" I pat the seat next to me to encourage her.
A big, slightly embarrassed smile lights up Kaley's face. "Okay." She sits down beside me, still smiling, but still not too close.
I take the initiative, moving closer to her, until our knees are touching. I place my hand on her thigh as I stare into her eyes, giving her the most seductive look I can. "Believe me," I say, "you're going to love this." I lean in to kiss her, but Kaley is obviously still not sure of this situation. She pulls away slightly, not rudely, but with a pained look on her face.
"Why don't you just... do me... okay?" Now she has an apologetic smile. "I'm not looking for a lover, just some really good head, okay?" Having said it, she seems a little embarrassed at her own forwardness. It's cute, really.
I can't say I'm not disappointed, though. I find her so adorable. I really wanted to kiss her, and that's my usual way to get started. But I am also dying to get at Kaley's luscious body, so it isn't all bad.
"Okay," I reply with an accommodating smile of my own, "I can definitely do that."
Kaley seems relieved and suggests we move to the bedroom. She gets up and I follow her in, admiring the view of her sexy ass bouncing all the way there.
Kaley is still standing as I sit on the edge of the bed. "I guess I should get naked, huh?" she says. I tell her to take off her shorts and top, but to leave her undies on for now. I like to take those off myself. She seems to like that idea, smiles, and quickly strips down to a very sexy set of black lace panties and bra. I can feel my breathing quicken as I look at her.
"You like?" she asks temptingly, her hands on her hips as she does a little dance in her undies.
I gaze at her in awe, at her full boobs pushing against the thin fabric of her bra, at the tiny panties barely covering the treasure that lies behind them. "Yes, I like," I admit. "You know you're incredibly sexy."
"Yeah, I know," she says with an unabashed smile, "but I still like to hear it!"
I motion for her to come to me and she does, stopping just in front of me at the edge of the bed. If reach out, take hold of her hips, and pull her toward me, then lean forward to place a soft kiss on her abdomen, just under her belly button. I hear a quiet "Mmmmm" above me and do it again, this time letting my tongue wander to play lightly in her navel. Her stomach ripples in response, and I know she likes it.
I stand up, still wanting a kiss. "Are you sure you don't want to make out a little?" I ask.
I get a wry smile, but a good response. "Yeah, maybe so," she says, "I'm kind of horny now!!" She laughs out loud at her own expense.
I pounce on the opportunity, Taking Kaley's head in my hands as I kiss her passionately. And she returns the passion, her tongue greeting mine eagerly in her mouth, her arms pulling me against her as she utters a surprising whimper of pleasure.
After a moment, she breaks the kiss, a satisfied smile on her face. "That's nice," she says. "Different than a guy - so soft."
I just smile back and start to kiss her some more, but she stops me. "What about you?" she asks. "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
"Of course," I answer. "I just didn't want to push you."
Kaley's response is a simple raise of her eyebrows, indicating her readiness. Then we swap places and she watches as I begin to undress. Moments later I am standing before her, completely nude. It's an odd reversal of roles for me - usually my clients are in my current spot - but it is nonetheless arousing.
I maintain eye contact with Kaley is I move toward her, signaling my intent to pleasure her. I sit next to her on the bed and my hands go immediately behind her to undo her bra. I succeed and am rewarded with a view of her magnificent, bare breasts. I thought they looked good in that bra, but they look even better now, firm and full, creamy white, with large, pink nipples that just beg for my mouth. I take one in my hand and gently squeeze it, savoring the utter softness of it. Then I lean down to take it into my mouth, sucking eagerly on the already firm nipple. Kaley gasps in response, her head falling back slightly, her eyes closing as she utters a hearty "Ahhhhhh".