'Glad you decided to do this... 8:00 p.m. Don't forget your wallet. :) Love, Miss Samantha'
I closed the email quickly and scanned the vicinity. I was still at the office. There weren't many people still around, it was 6:30 already, but I didn't want to take any chances. Personal emails just weren't professional, and this one was way too personal. I could just see my jackass of a boss chuckling over my shoulder "Hmm....Got plans tonight? He He He."
I was already feeling nervous. I'd never done anything like this. It always seemed so un-classy to me, dirty even. But deep down every guy had a curiosity about it and I was no exception, despite my resistance up until now. I'd been fantasizing all day about what she would look like, purposely avoiding the ominous walk down the hall from my cubicle to the restroom; lest the office buffoons notice the brazen bulge I sported all day with few breaks. My mind drifted again... Blonde or brunette? Maybe red-headed?Yes, that would be nice. What would she be wearing, and for how long? My brain was now swimming with images of lace and latex and leather. My ever-hardening cock twitched with anticipation.
It was almost 7:00, time to shut down and pack up. I noticed my palms were moist as I logged out and closed my laptop. The email had included the address to the motel, which I had scribbled barely legibly onto a post-it, so there was no need to look it up. I could just plug it into the GPS, easy as pie. I checked my phone before leaving my desk...no messages. Good. I typed in a quick text: "Got a late meeting tonight 2-nite. Love you." Do you want to send message? Yes. I turned the ringer off. I couldn't have any interruptions now.
The drive to the motel was easy enough, although I found it hard to concentrate on the road imagining the grand fuck I was about to get. There would be no limits or boundaries, not like at home anyway. I truly adored my wife. She was amazing with our daughter, the cooking, treated me like a king. But in the bedroom, let's face it. There was always something in the way. She seemed...distant, in another world really. I needed this.
There it was, coming up on the right, the sign glowing in tacky, dirty red neon. I pulled into the parking lot and found a spot right in front of the lobby. The clerk had a key already waiting for me along with a small sealed envelope. I thanked him and walked outside to find room 312. I opened the envelope with shaky hands as I journeyed the concrete perimeter of the motel.
'I'll be waiting in the room for you. I hope you brought my money.'
She had left a red lipstick print as a salutation. I chuckled as I checked my wallet just to double check I had an ample amount of cash. She hadn't given me an exact price yet, but I had cashed $500 just to be sure. Maybe a bit naive on my part, but she was high-class. No need to worry. I checked my back pocket for the condom I'd tucked in there this morning; still there. Good. Although I had a feeling she'd be fully stocked.
Room 312 was just around the first corner. I hesitated a moment before slipping my card key into the slot. I felt jittery as hell. My stomach seemed to turn itself inside out. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I was so fucking horny. I composed myself with a deep breath and inserted the card. Green light.
I was greeted mostly by darkness when I stepped in, except for the tiny flickering light of the television and the dim glow of a lamp fitted with a red light bulb beside the bed. Nice touch. She had been sitting on the bed but stood gracefully as she noticed me entering from the foyer. I studied the environment before anyone spoke a word. No candles, no champagne, no rose petals; just the heavy expectation of unrestrained, anything-goes sex hanging in the air. It was a nice change.
She was sporting a long charcoal grey trench coat; surely to cover what I hoped was the lewd ensemble that waited beneath. Her youthful face was thick with makeup, shadowy eyes, fuck me eyes; and pouting lips that bore the same fire-engine color that had ended her note. She had a, short, bobbed hair style that the red bulb's dim illumination gave a scarlet tinge. A wig obviously, but hot nonetheless. I couldn't wait to see what was waiting for me under the coat.
She walked toward me with a demure smile and stretched up on her tip-toes to kiss me on the cheek.
"I'm glad you came. Come sit down. Relax with me," she cooed as she led me by the hand toward the bed, drinking me up with her come-hither stare.
I sat on the edge of the full-size polyester-dressed mattress while she climbed up behind me and massaged my shoulders. I kept my eyes forward on the porn film flashing on the practically antique television set. I watched as the camera zoomed in on a pussy getting pummeled by a massive cock. Mmmm...Looks promising. I guessed she needed to get herself psyched up for this. Her hands felt divine. I really, really needed this.
She whispered in my ear as she continued her deep massage down my spine. "So, sweetie, what can I do for you tonight?"
"Uh...Well, what do you do exactly?" I answered holding my breath, still unsure about what this kind of thing really entailed.
"Well, for $200, you can have my hands or mouth. For $250, you get pussy. Anything else will cost you a little extra." She prattled it off with zero emotion, like she was reading a menu. I found my eyebrows lifting involuntarily at her indifference.
"And what if I give you $350...does that give me unlimited access?" I asked, rubbing my chin suggestively. I was starting to enjoy our little business exchange, though I was sweating bullets.
She turned my face to hers and smiled sinfully, "For $350, you can have anything you want baby."
The room got much hotter all of a sudden, as I thought about her hidden meaning. I smiled back and leaned in to kiss her red mouth. She turned away.
"Except that," she warned me, her expression deadly serious. Of course- I had forgotten. She was a "professional".
I ogled her hungrily, mouth watering, as she stood up and walked toward the vanity on the side of the television stand. With her back to me she untied the front of her coat and let it slide down her body, flashing me a sexy over the shoulder grin as she did. The simple yet sultry striptease revealed her slender, attractive body covered only by a satin corset, thong panties, fishnet stockings and the cherry-red glow that permeated the room. She could have been a lingerie model, if not for her petite height. She bent over to adjust the strap on her high heel, and to tease me mercilessly in the process.
My cock was pressing hard against my slacks now, threatening to rip right through the imprisoning fabric. It wanted to fuck something, now. But remembering my gentlemanly manners, I waited patiently for her to finish her feminine preparations. When she finally turned and skulked toward me, I was well and truly on the verge of pouncing.
"If we're going to do this, I need to get paid first." Her face expressed a combination of apology and seriousness I dared not question.
"Right," I blurted, distracting myself from the maddening display of her supple body. I reached into my back pocket and retrieved my wallet. Attempting not to reveal its total content, I pulled out three $100 bills and a $50. She snatched it playfully and slipped it into her scarlet bra cup.
"So, what do you want first?" she demanded, her eyes locked straight into mine. She was completely uninhibited. It was driving me wild.
"Can you suck me?" I asked, almost sheepishly. This was getting ridiculous. Had I left my balls in the glove compartment?
She smiled as if she'd read my mind. "You don't have to ask."
Tracing her dainty finger from my bottom lip, down my aching chest toward my groin, she arrived at her final destination and removed my belt like a pro, one-handed and determined. Next, my pants and boxers were wrenched off and placed on the bed calmly, while my frantic cock sprang up like a boot camp recruit at Reveille.
