I brushed out my long hair first. Very long, and very red and very silky as well. Today it had dried naturally, so it was full of big looping curls, but still almost came down to my waist. My makeup took about a half hour. Light eyeliner, some volumizing mascara for my eyelashes, and some pencilled detail on my shaped brows. That's it.
I slipped into a black lacy bra, adjusting my 36MM tits into the cups so they were huge globes for maximum cleavage. I love my tits, and much more importantly, my clients love my tits! They're huge but perky, with large light pink nipples. I slipped my legs into a pair of black lace panties, then a light grey cotton blouse, top four buttons undone of course to show off the girls, and then zipped myself into a darker grey pencil skirt. No jewelry at all, save two silver barbells in my tongue. Final touches, a pair of white Louboutins with 4 inch heels, and a touch of Miss Dior perfume on my wrists and behind an ear.
The drive to the Burgess Hotel took only ten minutes or so. I don't live too far away from Buckhead, and rush hour traffic had thinned out considerably, but it took me a while to find a parking space. Business travellers were back from dinner and in for the night. I strode through the lobby, swaying my ample hips to the admiring looks of said business travellers, men sitting cross-legged on the leather chairs, sitting at the wide bar in the atrium. I gave one and all a dazzling smile and pressed my button on the elevator. Fifth floor.
I suppose I should introduce myself first. My real childhood nickname is Cinnamon, on account of my red hair. My last name really isn't Rain; that's just my escort name. It just sounds good, and it's short and sweet and makes paperwork easier to do. I'm about medium height, five-foot seven, and weigh as of this morning 138 pounds. That's about right for me. Sometimes I drift up into the one-forties, and I have to skip my desserts, which I most definitely do not love. I have a weakness for sweets!
I have light green eyes and very pale, fine skin, and full red lips. My waist is either 22 or 23 inches, which is nice and trim. Today it's 22, which I love. My small waist makes my hips, 38 firm inches by the way, and my bustline appear larger. I have been told that the overall effect is 'outrageously voluptuous' and 'insanely erotic'. I love both of those phrases!
Really, I always wanted to be an escort. I was one of those girls who blossomed early, and loved the attention right from the start.
I revel in male admiration, and school always had plenty of that. So did the local mall, and so did the nice state trooper who pulled me over one day doing 80 miles an hour on the state highway. He have me a handsome smile, a gentle warning, and a business card. I didn't even know they had business cards! And when a gentleman flirts with me, I can't help but flirt right back. That's just how I am. I went shopping at Victoria's Secret at our local mall by myself one afternoon, and ran into my math teacher, Tyler, and his wife Becky Sue. I'm not sure what Becky Sue bought there, but Tyler would up buying me several lovely garters and stockings, along with some g-strings. And then some fragrance. And also two bras, which they sometimes don't have in my size. That was very generous of him, because they were about $50 apiece! His wife didn't know, because he slipped me his Visa card while she was in the changing room. He picked me up at school the next day so I could give him his card back, and he brought me some lovely flowers! Carnations, I think. Of course, I gave him an appreciative blowjob right there in his Cadillac. It's a wonder we didn't attract attention, because he came like a stallion. I just wanted to show him how appreciative I was of his generosity!
I don't run into Tyler much anymore, because he can't afford to see me very often. He visited me in Atlanta last fall, for an hour, and i charged him $1000, which is the same for every gentleman. We had a great time. He wanted me to suck his cock again, which I do love doing. I'm an enthusiastic and expert cocksucker. I guess that's my particular fetish. I love being on my knees! Then he went down on me, which was okay, and then fucked me, which was also okay. He didn't last long, although he was wearing a condom. Although he was polite and appreciative, I think he was worried that Becky Sue would find out about the expense. That happens sometimes. So I haven't seen him since then.
The day after graduation, I moved to Georgia and put an ad on the internet. I'm based in Atlanta, but I visit New Orleans, Charleston, and Nashville regularly. Also I've just started going to Las Vegas as a part of my regular schedule. I only stay for a few days, though, because Las Vegas is a bit dull. I don't gamble, even though I'm apparently something of a good luck charm, and I have to stay away from those buffet tables. But business is very good there for a lady like me, so I'm going to go back. Maybe I'll even learn how to play craps. Have you ever played craps? It's much more complicated that it seems at first glance. A nice gentleman from Kansas City tried to explain it to me, and after five minutes I was cross-eyed. Goodness. But then he won $12,000 and gave me half! Wasn't that nice of him? He kept me an extra three days, and we just about used up all the hot water and towels at the Bellagio. He was worth the entire trip.
But back to the Burgess at Buckwood. The gentleman I was there to see was named Brian. He's the CEO at a bank in Nashville, and he was in town for a long weekend. He wanted me for two evenings, both Friday and Saturday, for $3200 each. He said on the phone that he had a surprise for me, and I had no idea whatsoever what it could be. I was excited as I strolled down the hall, looking at the room numbers. Excited for the surprise, but also excited to see him. I've seen him several times already. He's in his late fifties, and a very nice and generous gentleman. Kind of a father figure, and he has a really nice family. He's been married for 30 years, and has four kids who are all in college. I think they're a little older than me.
Brian opened the door, and we shared a hug and a long kiss. He smelled really nice, as per usual, and he's a great kisser. He took me by the hand and led me into the suite.
"Hey Daddy!" I really was glad to see him. He really is a sweetheart.
"Close your eyes, baby," he instructed. I obeyed. "Okay, open your eyes." I did. We were in a living room, and there was another man sitting on the edge of the sofa. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, and dark black, with short hair and a short beard. He was so black, I wondered if he was from Africa. And under that shirt was a whole lot of muscles.
"Cinnamon, this is Darnell," announced Brian. "Darnell, this is Cinnamon."
"Hey," said Darnell. He sounded just a touch shy. He also didn't sound like he was from Africa.
"Hey Darnell," I replied, and looked questioningly at Brian. I put my bag down on the small table by the coffee machine.
"Do you remember the last time we got together, in Nashville?" he asked. I nodded. "We talked about having a threesome...?"
"Oh, okay!" I replied. I was all for that, but I wondered if he had remembered the extra money that would be required.
"Well, we sort of are," explained Brian. "You're going to have sex with Darnell while I watch. I may or may not join in."
"All right," I nodded. This sounded like he thought there wouldn't be an extra charge. Awkward.
