"Good to see you again Miss Lucia." Said the chauffeur with a smile. "Hopefully we can make tonight as good an experience for you as last time."
"It would be tough to top last time," I responded, "But its nice of you to try." I said with a wink.
The chauffeur held the limo door open for me as a climbed in, an operation made more difficult by the six-inch stiletto heels I wore to compliment my tiny black cocktail dress. I was still not quite used to the heels, and considered myself lucky that I would not have to walk around this evening. There was not much less sexy than a woman toppling over in her high heels I thought to myself with a wry smile; I was determined to be as sexy as possible for tonight's rendezvous.
I was actually more nervous for this meeting that had been for my first Fucked Tonight experience several months earlier. There was a major difference in this particular meeting that was the cause of my nerves. Rather than being set up with a man who met my preferences, I had been hand picked for a very prominent client of the Fucked Tonight company. This client was so important that I had actually been flown back down to Las Vegas at his expense. With the knowledge that men rich enough to do something like that expect to get what they pay for, I had gone all out in preparation for the evening.
My day had started early at 6:00 am, when I was awakened by the hotel staff for my wake up call. The morning went by as whirlwind, as I took advantage of the complimentary spa treatments offered by the hotel to clients who, like me, stayed in their luxury suites. The bookings had been made for me by the company, and I was very impressed that they had rolled out the red carpet for me. I certainly felt like a star as I enjoyed a nice hot stone massage, a manicure, a pedicure, and an exfoliating facial. After a quick lunch in the hotel restaurant, I headed out to a nearby salon, where I got my hair cut into a stylish new slightly-shortened do, and had my legs and bikini line waxed, leaving me with a small closely-trimmed triangle just above my pussy.
After all my pampering, I went out shopping, and picked out the brand new cocktail dress and shoes for the evening. I purposely bought the items that were out of my normal price range, figuring that with all the free aspects of this trip, I was more than getting my money's worth by spending some on clothes. The dress I chose was just a little too small, and clung to my ample frame tightly across the chest, through the hips, and around my bum and thighs. When I walked it had a tenancy to ride up a little, making the already short skirt nearly a mini, and bringing the slits cut into the dress along the outside of my thighs up obscenely high on my legs. I was certain that when I sat in the limo, half my bare butt would be pressed against the leather seats. The dress was, in short: expensive, sexy, slutty, and a little bit trashy. Not a bad representation of me, I thought to myself.
After shopping, I headed home, and took a long hot shower. My legs wobbled as I stood under the hot water, and my nerves began to kick in. I rubbed my pussy as a stress reliever, and hoped that my gracious host would be happy with what he saw this evening. I climbed out of the shower and spent an over an hour working on my hair and makeup before slipping into my dress, making sure every aspect of my outfit was perfect. Finally content, and just on time, I headed downstairs to meet my ride outside the front lobby.
A little shakily at first, I began my saunter to the elevator in my new shoes. Passing a family in the hallway, I think I nearly gave the husband a heart attack, and his wife actually covered the eyes of her young son as he stared up at me, and I'm certain nearly saw up my dress. I heard a loud smack after I passed them, and glanced back to see the man rubbing the back of his head, and shaking it side to side ruefully. "She runs a tight ship," I thought to myself. When I got into the elevator, I had looked back over my shoulder in the mirrored surface, and saw that about a third of my ample ass was hanging out the bottom on my dress. Hiking it back down just a little I laughed to myself, thinking I must look like a high class call girl, not that such a sight is rare in Las Vegas. I actually felt my pussy moisten at the thought, and realized I could probably make a pretty penny trawling the casinos if I so desired.
When the elevator doors slid open, I noticed a large group of paparazzi in the lobby, who seemed to be busy taking shots of a long legged blonde who was in the process of checking in. As I slunk by near the back of the group, one of the photographer turned around and starting snapping pics of me as I walked by. Blowing him a kiss and a wink, I continued on my way, not bothering to discover the identity of the tall blonde with the huge sunglasses. I was flattered that one of the men had taken my picture, but figured it was certainly for his own private collection rather than some publication. Even most gossip rags don't make a habit of posting pictures of escorts, no matter how high class they look!
When I walked out the main door, the company limo was waiting for me, and I was quickly underway. Looking into a mirrored surface in the limo, I examined the results of my hard day's work. Even to my own critiquing eye, I looked flawless, with not a single strand of hair out of place. It would be interesting, I thought to compare and contrast how my current perfection with how my face and makeup would look by the end of the night. I looked forward to the video evidence the company would provide me with, and made a mental note to screen capture this image later for the comparison.
I knew very little about the man I was meeting. All the company had told me was that I matched his preferences with 99% accuracy, which sounded pretty good to me! They told me only that he was an older gentleman, and one of their best clients. My initial reaction was to say no, as I wasn't planning on traveling to Las Vegas any time soon, but they said that after reviewing my profile, this client had decided to make me an offer I couldn't refuse. A first class airfare ticket down and back, 4 nights stay in a luxurious 5 star hotel, a with meals and spa treatment included, was a pretty hefty offer, so I begged off work for two days to make an extended long weekend for myself. Visiting a sick family member, sucking a fat dick, its all the same right? I figured what my boss didn't know couldn't hurt him, and it also didn't hurt my cause that I had 'greased the wheels' a bit by giving him a quick blow under his desk. It wasn't the first time, and would certainly not be the last time I had taken advantage of his wife's aversion to giving head to get what I wanted.
As we drove ever nearer to where we would pick up my 'date' for the evening, I felt my ass cheeks grow warm and damp on the leather seats. Just as I suspected, half my butt was hanging out the bottom of the dress, and I had to keep my legs crossed tightly to keep from revealing my wet pussy, which was assuredly the cause of the dampness under my behind. I had decided against panties for the evening, and the dress was so tight it would have been impossible to hide the lines. I did, however, wear a strapless bra, one that pushed my large breasts up and together, so that I had an extensive six inches of cleavage showing in the low cut front of the dress. "I'm probably showing more skin than I'm covering," I thought to myself with a mischievous smile. "Hopefully," I thought, "I'll get to see his jaw hit the floor when he sees me, and then he can watch MY jaw drop to let his thick cock in."
I felt the limo begin to slow outside a towering office building, and was immediately overcome with a warm flush of excitement that started between my legs and surged outwards to my fingertips and toes. I smiled warmly as the doors opened, and made one last attempt to straighten out my dress, and then sat up prim and proper, with my knees crossed, chest out, and head held high, as I waited for my tycoon to enter.
When he finally did, I marveled at how closely he resembled the picture I had formed in my mind's eye before the meeting. Well dressed in a very nice pin stripe suit, I guessed his age to be about 60 as he navigated his way into the limo, and took a seat directly beside me in the rear. His thinning hair was nearly all grey, and matched the thick moustache on his upper lip. Though he had the expanding waistline of a maturing man, he still appeared to be in excellent health, and had very wide shoulders that denoted a powerful presence. He moved with utter confidence, and it wasn't until the door of the limo closed behind him that he even seemed to be aware of my presence. I smiled at him genially, as his eyes gazed up and down my body, without saying a word. After taking me in from top to bottom several times, he finally spoke in a deep and resounding baritone.
"Well well well little lady, what have we here?" He said. "I've gotta say, you're certainly not disappointing me so far."
"I'm very glad." I replied.