Part 1
Toni was sitting at her vanity, fixing her hair and make-up after getting out of the shower. She had a blind date with another man set up by the service she worked for. She thought she might have been nervous, but found that she wasn't. She knew what to expect from the man and knew his likes and dislikes, which she read in the file that she was given by her manager at Simple Pleasures Escort Service.
She read the file and found that he enjoyed a lot of different things: blindfolds, handcuffs, leather straps, sensual massages, oral, and down & dirty sex. Obviously he didn't want anyone to know he had hired a woman from an escort service because he gave an alias for his name, "James O'Malley". The instructions in the file stated that she was to meet "James" at a club called The Naked Pussycat on Watson Blvd, downtown.
She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a 5 ft tall brunette with hazel green eyes surrounded by long lush eyelashes, a soft pair of pouty lips coated with cherry red lip gloss, a slightly pointy chin and nose, soft peachy hued skin, a slim neck and full perky 42D breasts. She had a slightly rounded tummy, gently flaring hips, a neatly trimmed patch of dark brown curls over her mound, and long sexy legs. She turned and looked at her butt, which was slightly plump, but nicely rounded. She knew a few guys who really love playing with her ass and she smiled.
Toni stood up and walked to her bed where her clothes were laid out for her. She slipped on her black lace bra and matching panties, her black lace garter belt and fishnet stockings, a red leather mini-skirt, and a tight red blouse with only 5 buttons holding the front of it closed across her breasts. She slid her tiny size 8 feet into a pair of 3 inch high black heels, checked her hair and make-up again in the mirror, then grabbed her purse from the dresser on her way out the door. She went downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, her keys from the hook on the wall and her jacket, and then went out the door.
She got into her black Mustang and drove to town. Fifteen minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot by the club. She had no idea what "James" drove, so she didn't bother to look for his vehicle. She only knew that the file stated that he would be wearing a black leather "biker" jacket and he had sandy blonde hair. She stepped through the door of the club to hear and feel the 'thump thump thump' of the beat from the speakers.
She stood there a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness and the strobe lights, then proceeded to the bar and ordered a rum & coke as she sat on one of the vacant bar stools. She tossed some money on the counter and turned to survey the room. Couples were at tables and booths chatting and laughing, while others were grooving on the dance floor, their hips bumping and grinding with the beat, hands all over one another, and a few were engaged in steamy kisses as well.
She sat there sipping her drink and nibbling from the bowl of popcorn that was sitting on the bar when a gentleman wearing a leather biker jacket came through the door. She glanced up and knew instantly that the man was "James". His gaze locked with hers and he smiled as he strolled casually toward her. She sized him up as he approached, and even though it was kind of dark in the club, she could tell his eyes were a golden hazel color beneath golden brown brows that matched his head of thick golden brown hair which fell in gentle waves to his shoulders, maybe a few inches beyond.
He was tall, about 6'4" or so, possibly around 230 pounds of solid muscle, with broad shoulders, well formed muscular arms and chest which tapered down to a lean waist, slender hips (with an obviously large bulge showing itself now), strong thighs, which she thought would hold her just perfectly on his lap, and muscular calves which his tight jeans showed off perfectly. She leaned back a bit as he stepped to the bar and ordered a beer, so she could check out his ass, which as she suspected was firm and well-rounded covered by that tight denim.
She listened to the sound of his voice as he spoke to the bartender and almost swooned as the richness of it flowed over her, leaving goose bumps on her arms. His voice was so masculine and deep, no trace of any accent that she could make out. She jumped as his voice turned to her and he said, "Hi there beautiful. I'm James. I assume that you are Miss Toni?" She couldn't speak, so she only nodded her head and smiled at him. He smiled back, his full lips exposing bright white teeth, all perfectly straight.
