I hope that the meandering style of writing in this entry doesn't hurt the story, but I really wanted to share this experience with all of you.
I met Celeste a few years ago. I travelled quite a bit for work and often found myself in unfamiliar towns and cities. Such is the life of an advertising account manager I suppose. It was fun for the first several months eating out, partying in various clubs and bars, taking random hotties back to the hotel room for some fun, charging room service to my boss, etc.; but after a while, it got tedious. I began to dread packing for another business trip. I stopped inquiring about the exercise facilities, I stopped wanting to try new restaurants, and I stopped hanging out at clubs and bars. Most of the girls I ended up taking back couldn't hold an intelligent conversation on the best of days, some of them ended up spending more time in the washroom 'sobering up' than with me, and most of the ones that were worth revisiting wanted something more than just a casual fling. It just got tired.
But more than that, it got lonely. Reading books and bringing movies lasts only for so long. Eating by yourself and drinking by yourself gets old. Fast. Fucking random bimbos stopped being fun. I'll take prospective clients out and wine them and dine them, but they don't keep you company everyday; and half of them have families to go home to after dinner, so it's not like they're going to go partying or even drinking afterwards and taking them out became a chore. I got pretty depressed.
On one particular trip, I was bored stiff. I was in Dallas and I just didn't want to be alone. I didn't feel like going out and trying my luck to land some pussy either, so I went down and spoke with Jeff the concierge. I'd stayed at this hotel a few times before, and Jeff was always good with letting me know which parties were hot in town. We spoke for a little while, and he told me not to worry. He was going to take care of me. Following his instructions, I went back to my room and waited for what was to come. After a few minutes, Jeff called me and told me that he'd found a solution.
About a half hour later, I got a knock on the door. I opened the door to find a stunning brunette with a short bob beaming at me emphatically.
"Renard?" She said. "I'm Celeste. You ready to go?"
Standing at about 5'5", this slender, leggy brunette wasn't shy. A dimple on her cheek when she smiled, she had eyes that just lit up. She was dressed in a black, knee length pencil skirt, with pumps that accentuated the curves of her legs and ass. She had a light blouse on with a plunging neckline. She wore a simple pendant that dropped down into her softly rising cleavage. Classy and hot. Nice. I couldn't tell at that point, but apparently she was in between a 34 B and C.
I smiled, shrugged my shoulders, and grabbed my wallet and keys to go. As we entered the elevator, she kissed my cheek and gave my arm a squeeze. I turned to look at her and found her grinning enthusiastically. Jeff mouthed the words, "have fun" as we passed the concierge booth. I couldn't help but grin back at him to thank him.
We went to a local restaurant, nothing fancy but not a dive either. We had dinner and the conversation was great. She was intelligent and witty, and apparently just finished college at a reputable college. We drank, we laughed, and although I knew this was on the clock, I didn't care. Her company was fantastic and I'd not had this good a time in months. As we finished off dessert, I asked her if she had anything in mind. She grinned and winked at me and told me to relax and leave everything to her. I couldn't help myself. I raised an eyebrow and asked her how much everything was going to cost me. She told me that Jeff was a good friend of hers, and that he told her of my predicament. She told me that she was only in the industry to help pay for tuition and now that she'd graduated, she really wasn't taking any new clients. She was doing this as a favor because she felt for my situation so she was charging me $800 for the entire evening.
I'd never paid for sex before and this was all new to me, but I trusted Jeff, so I shrugged my shoulders and agreed. Without telling me where we were going, she gave me an address and instructed me to drive. After following her lefts and rights and keep left here and keep right there, we ended up at the address she had specified. Baby Dolls. A strip club. I stifled a groan and looked at Celeste. She winked at me and told me not to worry and to leave everything to her.
We walked in the club and everyone knew her. They led us behind the stage to a booth for a little bit of privacy. As the evening progressed, I realized that this was the lap dance area of the club. The waitresses brought over drinks that were on the house, and Strippers came and joined us after lap dances, rubbing their bodies in my face and telling me how lucky I was that Celeste was showing me around. Apparently, over the years, Celeste had brought them quite a few big customers and while she's left the 'entertainment' business, these whales still come and spend big dollars.
So anyway, it was nearing midnight, we were both slightly inebriated, and I must admit, I'd had a very good time. Who wouldn't? I was given the VIP treatment by some of the hottest strippers in town! For free! Anyway, there was no way I could drive at this point. The manager of Baby Dolls arranged for a limo to pick us up and instructed me to leave the keys with them. They would have someone drive behind us and drop the car off back at the hotel.
Sorry everyone, I've spent all this time telling you this story and haven't gotten to the good stuff yet. I promise I'll get there soon enough. Both of us were quite tired after so we took a quick shower and crawled into bed. She crawled into my arms, kissed my earlobe, and whispered a very sweet 'goodnight' into my ear. For the first time in months, I fell into a deep slumber with a smile on my face.