This is part three, you can read it as a standalone story but why not read the other two parts first. This one will still be here when you are done. Plus you might enjoy yourself.
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It had taken me almost a year to fully make the transition. I had been able to find a place where I could entertain clients I had also set up a mobile manicure business and I had left the office.
I had taken almost all the steps into my new life bar one. I hadn't yet had an overnight booking. The option had been on my website all along but it was expensive. There were also stipulations I would only consider an overnight from a client I had seen before, and there would be more sleeping than sex. I'm not a machine, I'm a woman and I need my sleep.
It was a man named Bill who contacted me and requesting an overnight outcall appointment. He was a man in his mid fifties who sometimes travelled to my area. He had visited me once and I had also done an outcall to his hotel once. So I knew him and I knew it would be safe. Even so I hesitated at first.
Overnight meant ten hours. Bill had said he wanted us to go to a restaurant first, and then go back to his hotel room, even with the sleeping it was a long time. Could I hold his attention all that time?
I spoke with Joy. Now if you have read the other two parts you'll know who Joy is, she is my friend and the woman who helped get started in escorting. Joy had done a few overnights so she was perfect to talk to. What she did was ask me a question. Was Bill easy to talk to? I thought back to the times I had seen him. He was easy to talk to and funny. I realised I could cope with being in a room alone with him for eight hours.
I made the appointment but I had three weeks till Bill would arrive and some of the details would have to firmed up later. Bill was one of the few married men who spoke openly about being married with me. It was a loveless marriage with separate bedrooms but his wife wouldn't take kindly to him sleeping with another woman. As far as she knew he was under her thumb and only got sex on her terms. Bill would have to make sure that she thought she knew he was somewhere harmless that night.
The one choice that I took out of Bill's hands was the choice of hotel. I took a recommendation from Joy and insisted on it. This was a high end privately run hotel that didn't seem to bother who its guests were. Perhaps because the chain hotels were taking the business so they couldn't be choosy. A year later it was bought out by a multinational.
There is a perception that Escorts are easy to spot in hotels. But actually it is easier to be discreet than people think. I was never asked to leave a hotel because the staff realised I was an Escort. Nor was I ever asked for money by the staff for them to look the other way. This was all thanks to the fact that I once read a book about using magic to get ahead in business. Well either that or I was just lucky but luck doesn't have a fun explanation.
Magicians trick you into thinking you see something that you didn't. It's the same with getting past receptionists. You trick them into thinking they see something they don't. If I were meeting a client in a hotel I would go to reception and ask for him. I would be wearing a smart suit, be carrying a briefcase and have a building ID around my neck. The receptionist saw a businesswoman coming from an office for a meeting with the businessman in room whatever.
What they didn't see was that my ID was out of date and for a building that no longer existed, my briefcase contained wet wipes, condoms and poppers and what they defiantly didn't see was that under my business suit I had on sexy lingerie.
By going to reception I didn't draw attention to myself, as that is what a legitimate person does when they have a meeting. Getting the room number via a phone call and then trying to sneak up to the room with out being noticed will get you noticed.
Ironically I was once refused entry to a hotel when going to give a manicure. The hotel had an in house spa and refused to let me take my large makeup case in. The client and I retired to a nearby café who were happy to let me work there as long as we bought coffee and I got half a dozen bookings from other women who came into the café. Not a way I could drum up trade for Escorting.
But for overnight I needed to know that the hotel was not going to be too nosey. So using one that Joy had used on a few occasions made sense. Bill was fine with it as well as it was cheaper than the hotel he normally stayed in, as he wasn't actually coming to town on business this time but making the trip just to see me he was paying for the hotel himself as well. In fact thinking of what it was costing him just to spend the night with me made me realise I had to exceed his expectations.
The arrangements all went smoothly. Bill was able to book the hotel and a restaurant as well as book his train. The money, being a large amount, was transferred to me three days before. For my part I made sure that both Joy and another friend Marika knew where I would be and were expecting text messages from me at certain times. Although I thought Bill was safe I never trusted anyone fully.
The plan was that he would get to town and check into the hotel. I would meet him there then we would go to dinner. That way I'd have the opportunity to drop off my small bag of things I'd need first. After the meal we would retire to the hotel for the rest of the night. I would leave at eight the following morning.
The night before I was a little unsure but I knew that I could cope with it all. I'd had two previous sessions with Bill that had gone fine. I had also been booked for restaurant and function dates by other men and I had been the perfect companion in fact the only difference between this and a four hour dinner date was that after the two hours in the restaurant and two hours playtime there would still be six hours to go, part of that would be sleeping but I wasn't sure I could be on my a game for ten hours straight.
To make sure that I wasn't fatigued I didn't see any escorting clients that day. I did however have one visit to make to a very expensive address to give a manicure to a Lady who was very wealthy so I couldn't put her off. I capitalized the Lady, as it was her title, she was well known in society circles but very sweet and lovely.
To give you an idea of how wealthy she was when I got to the apartment building, on time, her ladies maid was waiting in the lobby to take me up to the penthouse. The maid was uniformed, a simple skirt suit with the family crest on the jacket lapels and the blouse.
Once I got to the room I was greeted by the butler, dressed in a liveried mourning suit, and asked to wait. I sat in the reception room and without any words I was handed a fresh cup of camomile tea by the maid. The first time I had been engaged by The Lady when offered a drink I'd asked for camomile tea, a note had been made and now the tea was automatic.
The Lady normally made me wait around half an hour. As I waited I took a pair of chopsticks from my case and started to practice with them. I was still doing this when The Lady silently entered the room.
"What are you doing my dear?" She asked.
I stood and gave a small curtsey.
"I shall be dining in an exclusive Chinese restaurant tonight, ma'am, I was just making sure I could still get the chopsticks to work." I replied.
"There is no right way to use those things you know, just dig in with them." She replied.
I smiled and put the chopsticks away.
"What is it you would like done today ma'am?" I asked.
"That is what I like about you Bea, straight down to business." She said.
