The Cast--
Felicia-- Newfound Rich Bitch. Recently won $450 million (post tax) in Powerball Lottery. Bought her own NASCAR team. Donated lots of money to a Nunnery, just in case she does take her final vows. Living the High Life, but without plastic surgery.
Stephen-- Resident nice guy. Finds his day job a bit boring, so he decides to become a male escort by night. Stunning personality and boyish good looks keeps his social calendar full each week. Only problem is, he often finds himself escorting 72-year-old widows to charity dinners.
The Scene—
Felicia must attend a charity dinner for the Children's Hospital (she donates prime hood space on one of her NASCAR's to the hospital.) Not wishing to go stag, she calls the Studs R Us Escort Service, and places her order for a tall, dark, boyishly cute man with big arms to escort her. She also requires the man be a bit of a smart ass, with above average intelligence. The "mister" informs her he has just the man for her-- the ladies' choice-- Stephen! Felicia says she will send her limo to pick him up at 9 PM, so they can make it to the dinner by 10.
The Clothing—
Stephen is wearing a tailored Versace tuxedo, in classic black, with velvet and satin accents. Hematite buttons and cufflinks add exquisite detail to the tux, complementing all 6'1" of his stature. Freshly shaven, with a boyish face any girl would want to take home to mamma! Felicia opts not to wear classic black like all the other society ladies. Instead, she wears a timeless royal blue dress, designed by Vera Wang. The dress is long, with a slit from the floor up to mid thigh on the dress (yes-- a 30-inch slit on the dress) The bodice of the dress fits her perfectly (empire waist) with open shoulders. The neckline is high, emphasizing Felicia's shoulders and face. Felicia also had gloves made out of the same silk as the dress-- the gloves cover her arms up to about 2 inches from her shoulders. A moderately high strappy Steve Madden shoe completes the dress. Never needing hose, our Felicia is only wearing the dress with a convertible bra . . .no panties, so a wrong move with that split could "expose" her. Felicia even had a professional make-up artist fly in to do her make-up. . .the premier face guy decided to play up her brown eyes. Simple 3-carat diamond earrings, and a teardrop diamond pendant complete the look for her.
Stephen arrives at the hotel at about 9:15. Felicia's driver escorts him up to her penthouse suite at the Giorgio. Even though she is worth more than $800 million (thanks to some wise financial guru who only helps millionaires) she remains the silly Colorado girl. . . she quickly introduces herself to her escort. She walks around him, checking him out, very impressed. She just adores tall, dark, and handsome men! Stephen shyly looks at the woman who is paying $600 per hour for his company, paid time starting the minute he stepped into her limo. He thinks she is cute, and he is glad she's at least half the age of his usual clientele. He instantly recognizes she is not "old money"-- her dress, her hair, her smile screams middle class! He takes some comfort in that idea-- he hopes she will at least be "real."
"Loosen up, silly," she chides as she hands him a beer. "I won't bite! Come sit in here with me for a few minutes so we can make some small talk." Stephen follows Felicia into the sitting room of the suite. He sits on the couch, and she sits in a chair across from him. As she goes to sit, he sees just how far up her leg the sexy slit goes. . .and he can't help but notice how stunning the color is on her. He answers her questions. . .who is he, what does he do, etc. etc. Once she gets through the general bullshit, she tells him a bit about herself. Where she was raised, about her NASCAR dream team, how she keeps her mom on fancy European cruises, etc. She seems warm, even personable to him. He make sure to pay close attention to her instructions for the evening, as she details his gentlemanly responsibilities for the evening.
Felicia listens to all of Stephen's answers-- he is definitely intelligent, and easy on the eyes. A smart ass attitude, too-- even though he is trying hard not to let it show. She looks at the clock, telling him they need to get going. Right on cue, Stephen rises, takes her hand, gently kisses it, then helps her up from the chair. The charity dinner progresses like all charity dinners. Felicia finds herself spending more time talking with her "escort," than with her tablemates. That was okay with her; she felt most of the people there were pretentious; they only invited her because she was a benefactor of the hospital.
Stephen was amazed at her oratory skills when Felicia spoke. She stood before about 1,500 people, delivering a flawless speech. He was mesmerized by her as she proudly (he thinks there is no other word for it, except maybe a cockswagger) walks back to the table. The slit opened at just the perfect time, showing off her leg and giving just a glimpse of the covered one. One minute flowed into the next. Felicia took his hand, holding onto it while they talked. He was waiting for her to make some kind of comment about paying for him; all the other rich bitch ladies loved to remind him he was only rented meat. Not Felicia. She just smiled at him, telling silly jokes.
At about 12:30 am, Felicia looked at him and said, "Let's get out of here-- I've had enough of this fakeness. Have you?" Stephen could barely contain his excitement at leaving.
Before he could even get around to pull out her chair, she had already bounded up. Then she grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the fancy ballroom. He thought it would have been proper for him to excuse them from the table; she gave him no chance.
They ran hand in hand to her limo. Once inside, she asked him a polite question: "How long can I keep you tonight?"
Stephen could see she was a novice- most of the ladies have already paid for their time, and are eager to send him home when the meter ran out. He began to wonder how much of a deposit Felicia had given for him (all new customers put down a deposit, until it is determined what "type" of customer she will be.) He decided to answer her in the most polite way he could-- "As long as you desire my company, I am here for you."
Not missing a beat, she said, "All of you?"
Poor Stephen. Another loaded question. Why doesn't she just say what she means???
"If I may," he says, " what exactly are you looking for?"
Her face brightens. The blue against her skin is stunning, and she shifts herself in the limo seat closer to him. Felicia takes his right hand into her silk gloved right hand. Then she purrs. . . "I want to kiss you, mess up your hair, feel your body against mine." A few moments pass. She continues, "Your naked body against mine."
Felicia leaned in to kiss Stephen.
A big, wet kiss. He felt her tongue playing off of his. He just wanted to grab her, hold her tight, and force a strong kiss on her. But, he didn't dare, as he thought about the sexy dress she was wearing. Yes, he thought-- he'd found her attractive from the moment he saw her.
Felicia pulled back from the delicious kiss. She can feel her pussy becoming wet. Blue silk is not the "thing" to wear when you are a passionately "wet" kind of lady. She takes his hand again, and says, "A few more moments, and we'll be back to my suite. I want all of you." Stephen kisses her hand like the version of Prince Charming he is. . .
Once back into her penthouse, Stephen sits back on her couch. Felicia asks him if he wants something to drink, or if he is ready to just get down with her. Damn, he thinks, another loaded question! Of course he is ready to "get down" with her! But, he can't just say THAT.
Felicia starts to walk out of that room. "Come follow me," she says, challenging him. "Unless you want me to have the limo take you home?"
He couldn't get off of the couch fast enough to find her! "No," says, "I'm here for you, remember?"
"Good," she says. "Enough of this talking shit. . . do I turn you on, or can you get a polite stiffy for me?"
Does she turn me on, thinks Stephen. Hell, yes! And she knows it! And she knows the bulge in his pants is not any kind of a "polite stiffy."
"I have a raging hard on for you," he says, as he rubs his hand across his obvious bulge.
Felicia peels off her gloves, tossing them on the floor. She moves over to him, and turns her back to him. Her hair is short enough, he can see the necklace clasp. "Be so kind, and unclasp my necklace, then unhook my dress." She almost orgasms as she feels his hands brush against her neck, then the release of the necklace. He places the necklace in the palm of her hand.
Stephen thinks how soft she is, how good she smells. He pulls her closer to him by her shoulders, so he can unhook the sexy dress. She feels his hot breath on her neck. He unhooks the dress, holding onto it so it doesn't just fall to the floor. He places open mouth kisses on the back of her neck, as she leans back into him. She can feel the hardness of his cock, pressing into her back. Felicia puts her hands on his; he releases the dress and takes her hands instead. The dress falls to the floor.
She turns around to face him. Felicia unhooks the convertible bra (44DD) revealing her breasts topped off by hard nipples. She stands there, before him, wearing only her earrings and her shoes. She realizes how vulnerable she feels, how much she wants to feel his hard prick inside of her, pounding her into ecstasy.
Stephen can't believe she's so exposed in front of him. He keeps thinking "thank heavens it is HER naked in front of me right now, and not one of the old society ladies!" He wants to just grab her, but he is a bit nervous. . .she's paying for this! What if he does something she doesn't want? Oh, the pressure.
Felicia looks at Stephen, wondering why he still has clothes on. She kicks off her shoes, and asks him if everything is okay. "Yes," he says.
"Do you want to fuck me," she says, forgetting her manners.
"Yes," he says, impatiently. "But, I don't. . ."
