10:15 pm, Frankfurt, Germany. It's a cools September night and the city streets aren't as busy as they normally would be for a Friday. This could be due to the fact that it
is
usually quiet in this particular hotel or just the fact that Rosette Cole is sitting in a hotel room by herself, beginning to catch some late night T & A on a German TV station. After 10 in Europe, the rules on television change from PG to soft-core porn in an instant and Rose (as she prefers to be called) doesn't mind a bit. In fact, she quite enjoys it. A privileged girl all her life, now at 31, has become somewhat of an international urban legend in sex.
Her father, Sebastian Cole, was an international tailor to not only the famous, but the wealthy elite of the world. He created a worldwide brand in his self-named clothing company early in his 20's after leaving Mexico for the United States. It was there in LA that he met his wife, Carol, and had Rosette at 30, their first and only daughter. Carol, an immigrant from Indonesia, and Sebastian ran the business together and moved from country to country on temporary stays to help establish the Sebastian Cole brand. This left Rosette to caretakers in a glorious mansion for most of her life until she graduated high school and started to travel the world, wanting to see the sights her parents told her about frequently. On her first outing, she traveled to Spain and had her first sexual adventure with a man named Carlos during the running of the bulls. She met him before the running started and never actually got to see the race on account of them making love at a nearby hotel she rented only minutes before. This is where she got developed her current love of hotels, a home away from home that can be left at a moments notice and more convenient than daddy footing the bill for her travels. And in case you're wondering, no, he doesn't mind paying for his only daughter to travel the world for the rest of her life. There's enough money to go around forever and he hasn't stopped working yet.
Her mission tonight is the same as it's been hundreds of nights before this one; one night of unbridled, no strings attached sex. The sheer premise of the act was almost orgasm inducing to her. On top of her general love for the act of sex, in a foreign country, Rose could be anyone in the world and not anyone who could be recognized. There was no fear of a friend or colleague spotting her to report the news to anyone else for whatever reason. She was free to act out fantasies of her own or even someone else's and then vanish without a trace, leaving the city altogether the next day without so much as a word spoken to her partner or partners, giving the appearance to some that this was the most wonderful dream they had ever had in their lives. Every erotic adventure ended this way with Rose and it was the way she loved it. It's not as though she really even needed the ego boost though.
She was a knockout from looks alone. At 5 foot 6 the Mexican and Indonesian mix was a sight to see; 38C-26-40, and almost unreal to look at. A light tan complexion almost made her skin glow and her dark, wavy, down-past-her-breasts-length hair dropped jaws every time she walked in a room or down the street. This was the Latina in her, fully exposed. Her face took on more of the Asian features of her mother, deep, dark brown eyes that were slanted only slightly, perfect high cheekbones that accented her eyes even more and full pouting lips, reminiscent of Angelina Jolie. Nothing about her was off or even out of place on her body, her workout regimen made sure of that. Tonight was set for a different type of exercise though.
Earlier in the day she had been shopping downtown for everything she was to wear during her stay in Frankfurt (she never brings luggage, just shops when the plane lands) from a couple of pairs of jeans, high heels and tops and also her more intimate apparel that a lucky someone would get to indulge in tonight. At the moment, Rose was putting the finishing touches on her outfit for the night in the bathroom mirror. Over the years she had developed a style of dress tailored to what she was doing. She referred to it as "slut-chic," a mix of the classy and trashy. On the outside, she sported black, Centerfold brand, opened toed heels, black stockings and a black business suit including a skirt that, to be honest, only came down far enough to conceal the top of her thigh high stockings and a double breasted female blazer with a neckline that came down halfway to her navel, almost exposing the entire top of her breasts. She also had her long hair wrapped up in a large but tight bun in the back of her head connected by 2 long metal pins and placed on a pair of thick, black non-prescription frames to give off the "librarian" look she loved to imitate. Truth is, she has perfect vision but the frames helped the illusion she loved to give off to her suitors. She capped it all off by spraying a bottle of Ralph Lauren Romance on her neck once and another time under her large breasts on her jacket. Showtime.
Rose never planned on going far. Once, she peeked out of the door to her room and the man who was staying directly across from her exited and she propositioned him on the spot. Out one door and into the next in a straight line, he never knew what hit him. Tonight was reserved for the dining lobby of the hotel. She knew that since she was near a military base that the place could be crawling with G.I.'s so she could either have her pick as to a horny man in uniform or a business type not expecting to have the fun she was providing tonight. She placed the hotel room keycard into the front pocket of her jacket and made her way through the almost empty halls. On the way to the elevator she saw a family of three, an older man in his 40's with his wife and young child entering their hotel room. The man caught a glimpse of Rose walking past and took a whiff of the sweet perfume wafting through the air. The wife noticed her husbands long glance and responded with a smack to the back of the head. While this made Rose chuckle, it didn't stop her from her mission and she remained as poised as ever, putting her high society teachings to good use.
After departing the elevator, Rose stepped towards the dining area and immediately spotted the man she wanted. She could only see him from behind through a window but she could tell he was alone and the man she needed that night. From behind, she noticed a dark blue business suit and a low cropped hairstyle as well as a newsmagazine being read. He was near the entrance of the dining area so it wouldn't take long for her to get to him. She walked in and stood right in front of his small table for two and began to speak to him. "Excuse me," she started, "is this seat taken?" He looked up at that instance and Rose confirmed that this was the man she needed. Clean shaven, bright green eyes and a face built like Johnny Depp (her favorite actor) she found him to be gorgeous. "No, it's not," the man said in a soothing tone, then looking up at the woman in front of him. He couldn't believe himself and what he was seeing. He immediately got up to pull the open chair out for her. "Please, I insist you be my guest," he said almost bashfully.
As Rose sat down and quickly crossed her legs, she noticed the man's Black Berry device sitting on the table and a half-full glass of apple juice sitting on the table next to his issue of Newsweek.
"So," Rose said, "are you here on business?"
"Actually, yes," he responded. "I just concluded a week long meeting today and was just getting caught up in the news."
"Sounds interesting. And by the look on your face I can tell that things have been going well for you."
"Very well indeed, especially since you showed up."
