My anticipation and anxiety for my first appointment had been building all morning and as I turned the key in the ignition of the Benz outside Off the Avenue my hand was trembling and my stomach was in knots. I stepped out of the car and smoothed my tight stove pipe skirt down the front of my thighs. The top hem of my silk stockings was easily felt through the fabric but was not visible to the casual viewer.
I scanned the parking lot for a man alone not having the slightest clue what Mickey looked like. I had arrived almost ten minutes early and when no one stood out I assumed he had not yet arrived.
It was a bright cloudless day and I could see my reflection in the large windows of the cafe. Outwardly I gave the appearance of a smart businesswomen waiting others to join me for lunch. But beneath my tailored stove pipe skirt white silk blouse and matching suit jacket my lush form was covered with a seductive black lace bra matching thong and seamed silk thigh high stockings. The four inch black leather heels I'd chosen accentuated my shapely legs without drawing too much attention. With the exception of the seamed stockings which I hoped would go unnoticed until after the official appointment moved into the tip phase later in the afternoon I looked as classy and elegant as any corporate board member.
Inwardly my I was a jumble of nerves. Would Mickey find me attractive? I was certain he would unless he sported two very large black ears and a matching black nose which I seriously doubted he would. Would I be capable of sharing a short lunch with a total stranger then offer him my body for his own pleasure. I wasn't as certain of that.
As I toyed with my perfectly teased auburn hair a large black SUV rounded the corner from the avenue to Green Street then swerved into a parking space two beyond the Benz. I carefully watch the silhouette of it's driver through the large rear window. The back up lights flashed on as he moved the transmission from drive to park. I watched with extraordinary interest as the driver got out and slammed the door shut. Before he appeared from the driver's side which was very tall I heard the familiar beep of a car alarm sound. An instant later he rounded the back carrying a huge smile on his lips.
"Angel?" He asked as he approached.
I extending my delicate hand and replied. "Yes..Mickey?"
"I'm so sorry I'm late traffic was horrendous." He said apologetically.
I smiled tentatively and offered. "You're not late I was a few minutes early."
His firm hand held mine softly as he shook it gently and replied. "You're very kind." Then quickly added. "And absolutely gorgeous."
His compliment put me at ease my nervous anxiety and the knots in my stomach instantly disappeared.
Mickey released my hand and moved his to the small of my back. "Shall we?" He asked motioning toward the entrance with his other hand.
His hand remained on my back until we neared the door then slipped off as he reached for the handle and pulled it open for me. I stepped inside whispering. "Thank you." as I passed him.
Off the Avenue is a bright and cheery place. Festive decor and mostly tables for small groups of four. The tables are covered with Mackenzie-Child's style black and white checker board table clothes. Some tables were set for parties of four and others for more intimate parties of two. Fresh cut floral arrangements served as center pieces on every table.
A young woman perhaps nineteen or so greeted us as we stepped inside. Mickey grinned politely at her and said. "Reservation for Mouse."
Of course Mr. Mouse your table is prepared." She replied.
My wide smile and soft chuckle acknowledged that the reservation was made in a fictitious name.
"Right this way Mr. Mouse." The young girl said unknowing that she was seating such a famous person.
Mickey motioned for me to follow her then he walked slowly behind me. I seized the opportunity to practice my most seductive walk as I was absolutely certain he was carefully examining my shapely legs and the seams running up the back.
"Here we are." The young girl announced reaching our table for two.
"Thank you very much." Mickey said.
"You're welcome." She replied then added. "Enjoy your lunch."
Mickey helped me with my chair being the complete gentleman then sat across the table from me. His strong hands resting flat on the table beside the lovely place setting.
I smiled then reached around the flowers at the center and placed my hand on his. "I love your sense of humor." I commented.
His broad grin acknowledged that he appreciated that I'd picked up on his fictitious last name.
Our waitress arrived carrying two menus and a wine list. As she mentioned the specials for the day I studied his face. His hair was normal length and its salt and pepper color gave him a very distinguished look. Mickey has steel gray eyes that looked as if they could pierce your soul if he stared long enough. He was clean shaven and has a light olive complexion of what I guessed was middle east ancestry.
"I'll give you a few minutes to browse the menu than I'll be ready to take your order." She said after finished with the specials.
"Would you like a drink Angel." Mickey asked his use of my name bringing me back from my semi dream state while I studied his very handsome face.
"Yes please. I'd love a glass of white wine." I quickly answered thinking I needed to pay closer attention to my surroundings.
He smiled and looked at our waitress. "Two glasses of Riesling will be fine." He said.
Mickey obviously was some what of a connoisseur of wines ordering a German white that goes well with several types of food.
Once alone Mickey turned his attention to me. His eyes those piercing steel gray eyes thoroughly studying my face. "Your pictures don't do you justice." He remarked.
"Now who's being very kind." I replied mimicking his comment outside the cafe.
Within a few minutes Mickey had put my mind at ease and since the luncheon crowd wasn't very large and I felt comfortable speaking openly. "What photos did the office send you?" I asked.
"I received three pictures on my I-phone." He replied as he reached into the breast pocket of his very expensive looking sport jacket.
He pressed a button or two then slid the phone across the checker board table cloth. Three tiny images were displayed on the screen too small to see any detail but large enough to see which three he'd received. One was a close up head shot taken during the first set with Craig. The second was a shot of my exposed back with my head turned looking over my shoulder and of course there was one of my head resting seductively over the skull of a pure white polar bear.
"Those were taken just yesterday." I commented knowing that Mickey had scheduled our appointment before he knew what I even looked like.
The waitress returned with our wine and after pouring a tiny amount in Mickey's glass for his approval finished filling his then my glass.
"I think you'll enjoy this vintage." He remarked.
I lifted my glass first to toast him then took a sip. The Riesling had a distinctive apple flavor that was very appealing to my palate. "This is lovely." I remarked after savoring the taste of the fine wine.
His smile acknowledged that he was happy I was pleased.
"Are you ready to order?" The young waitress asked.
I hadn't even looked at the menu but Mickey apparently was quite familiar with the offerings of the cafe. "We'll have the blackened swordfish." He replied.
"Very good. Please enjoy your wine." She said then turned to place our luncheon order.
As Mickey returned his attention to me I smiled and said. "I love a man who takes charge." Clearly letting him know that I could easily be turned into pudding by his charms.
I wasn't sure if asking more about him was appropriate since this was my first appointment so I kept the conversation directed to Elegant Escorts.
