For this, I do not need a name... I am whatever you wantβwhoever you want; stranger on the street, friend, co-worker, partner, celebrity. I am who you need me to be. I am an erotic fantasy, a virtual call girl. I am here for your pleasure and to give you exactly what you want.
There's a key already waiting for you at the front desk. The ambassador at the desks recognizes you from the times that you have been here before and passes you a flat white placard with a gold trim that you discreetly palm. You have no bags but you walk across the marble floor like you own the place. I'm seated at the bar sipping a whiskey on ice. My little black dress, which was already dangerously short, has hiked up so a hint of my red laced panties peaks out. You sit beside me and order the same, never speaking to me.
When the bartender turns his back I feel your eyes divert to the red lace between my thighs. From the corner of my eye I see your devious smirk and it drives me wild. You know how sexy I find it when you look at me like that. I feel your chair inch closer to mine making a quiet scratching noise across the floor. Your strong hand then being placed onto leg, you begin to stroke my inner thigh. I know you want more so I slightly part my legs and let you tickle the outside of my panties. One finger hooks underneath the sheer fabric and gently grazes and labia. My delicate flesh is teased by your thick skin. I take a sip of my drink the ice clinks the side of the glass. I fish out a piece of ice with my tongue and suck on it, savoring the cold as you tease me.
You turn your body towards me like we are going to have a conversation but your attention is focused on my lips which are painted beautifully for you. You remove your hand and put it on my back to hold me steady, knowing full well that I am yours. The other hand then retrieves another piece of ice from my almost empty drink glass. You hold it to my lips and let me suck off the last traces of whiskey. You pull it out of my mouth and I hope you'll do exactly what you do next. You reach down with the ice and slip it underneath my panties, using your fingers to control exactly where it goes. My pussy contracts, a chill rushing through my body while you circle my clitoris letting the heat of my body melt the ice. You then lower it and push it deep inside of me. You repeat the same process again, and again until multiple ice cubes are melting inside of me. It is so cold that it almost hurts. You slap money down for both our drinks on the bar and walk away. I follow.