This is slightly longer than my previous efforts, but please bear with me. It will be worth your while.
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"Congratulations, bro!" Russell screamed at me the moment our clients were out of earshot. It was obvious why- I had already cut my 9th big deal, essentially cutting into the next quarter's sales targets. Working for a realtor, both of us had the job of buying and selling expensive real estate, but with the economy where it was, it was hard.
"Thanks, bro." I replied, nonchalantly.
"Why are you not happy? You just smashed the record of sales this company has. Look up, man. Life is awesome!" Both of us walked towards the smoking area, where I lit up a cigarette.
"Dude, you need to celebrate. Let's go grab a drink."
"No, thanks." I said, bored.
"You need to stop obsessing over that bitch." He said, angrily.
"I'm not obsessing."
"Really? When was the last time you got laid?"
This was true. My ex-fiancé and I had broken up three months ago, and I was still cut up over it. She went out for a foreign vacation and cheated on me, and after I confronted her about it, blamed me entirely. Since then, I had been a bit depressed, using my job to drown out the pain of my personal life.
"Dude, just let it be, man."
"Look, I have heard from too many women how good you're in bed. Why don't you spread the love?"
"Remember the last time you hooked me up with a girl? First I couldn't get it up..."
"Yeah, the Viagra disaster."
Russell had set me up with a girl. Unable to get an erection, I popped a Viagra. I boned her to my heart's content, but couldn't come. Finally, I jerked off but my erection wouldn't go away. It was Russell who had taken me to the clinic to have the blood sucked out of my penis by a needle.
"I'll just let you know when I'm ready for the next step, bro. Just leave me be."
"Have you packed up for the weekend?" he said, sounding like my boss again.
"Yes." I groaned.
There was a conference in Delhi we were supposed to attend this weekend. It would surely be a bore. Either way, it was my job, and so I packed up my stuff and went. On the flight, Russell asked me "So, um, you know D has this friend I told you about?"
"I don't care about your girlfriend's friends, bro."
"Dude, this girl is looking for a good fuck and she is known to be nasty in the sack. Even D learns kinky shit from her..."
"What is 6 feet 3 and wants to punch you in the face right now?" I asked. I was upset this morning. Apparently my ex and her new man were making videos about finding love and posting them to YouTube.
We reached Delhi and attended the conference. It was cold as hell, and as I stepped on to the balcony, shivering, for a smoke, I met a British investor, Mr. Smith, whom I chatted up. By the end of the day he had already bought out the next quarter's inventory, and I was more than happy.
Russell was ecstatic. "We have to party now, bro! Come on!"
"Look, I just want to go to my room and have a drink."
"Cool, but I am giving you a small gift. OK?"
My room had been changed to a lovely suite, and I sat down in the sitting area, and poured myself a drink. This was the least I could do. I swirled the scotch-on-the-rocks in my glass and looked at myself in the mirror. I was 26, and thanks to my Persian ancestry, was rather light-skinned. My other way of blowing off steam- my MMA training had left me with a decent physique, with broad shoulders and everything. Standing in a suit and looking quite good, I couldn't figure why that bitch cheated on me.
"Fuck it." I said out loud. I was going to get drunk tonight, and that was it.
My suite's doorbell rang a while later. It was almost 11pm, and I was more than surprised.
I opened the door. A young girl stood there, staring back at me. She was dressed in an overcoat, scarf and heels, which made her stand an inch or two shorter than me. She had a pretty face, wore large glasses, and had her hair tied up in a bun.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Hi. Russell sent me here. I am your gift."
"I don't understand."
"How about you let me in and I explain?"
"Sure."
She sauntered in, the sound of her shoes being muted by the carpet. I shut the door, and she turned her back to me and said, "Would you mind?"
I helped her out of her overcoat, and she quickly undid her bun. Long, soft, wavy hair that fell almost to her waist came into view. I admired her long neck and the hourglass frame of her body, with her ass framed out against the black dress she was wearing.
She sat down comfortably on the sofa and welcomed me to sit.
"I still don't know who you are." I said, quietly.
"You can call me Pixie."
"So, who sent you and why are you here?"
"Well, Russell told me that you haven't been doing so well in the personal life department, and you deserve a treat for doing an awesome job at work."
"I see. The thing is, and I don't mean any disrespect to you, but I'm not into prostitution."
"Yes. Hold up right there. I am not a hooker."
"You're not?" I asked, surprised.
"I am a dancer in normal life, and work part time as a stripper."
"Where? And why do you do this?"
"I work when needed. And haven't you seen how expensive MBAs can be?"
"I understand. I still don't see how you can help me."
"Well, why don't you relax? It will be good for you."
"I haven't had a boner in a few months now. I don't think its gonna work even if you shake your fine booty."
"Russell and I have agreed to that. If I can't get a rise out of you, I don't get paid. In the meanwhile, let's just help you unwind a little. Why don't you get comfortable? Finish that drink and lose the jacket and tie."
I did, and she sat down and poured me another one.
"Now, I need to get some rules straight with you. Have you ever been to a strip club?"
"Yes, in Pattaya."
"Well, if you don't follow mine, I know a couple of gentlemen who will find you and remind you, no matter which city you hide in. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Now, first rule is, no touching, no spanking, and no grabbing."
"Yes."
"Second rule is, if you get a rise, I need you to be honest about it, or to let me take a picture."
"I will be honest, but I really don't think..."
"Shhh. Third rule- No talking about your ex. I honestly don't care."
"Alright."
"Now, finish that drink till I come back."
She got up and went to use the bathroom while I contemplated the night ahead of me. On the one hand, she was hot, but on the other, was I really ready for this? As I was thinking about calling it off, Pixie came out of the bathroom and stood in the doorway.
"Hi." She said, gently twirling on the spot.
I would have said something, but I was a bit too stunned to talk. She wore her heels as usual, but with some nice stalking, that were a secret fetish of mine that went well with her long sexy legs. She wore a blue g string on her hip that made her ass look simply perfect. Her midriff was covered by a blue teddy, and she wore a blue push-up bra that made her large tits look like they were about to spill out of it. For some reason she also wore a small black necklace that framed out her neck really well. Her long brown hair had been let out of the bun, where it was slightly curly or wavy, and now rested on her shoulder.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Um, good."
"Just good? I thought it would be something else. Have you finished your drink? Good. Now, let's get this show on the road."
She strode in confidently, and walked up to the hotel minibar, picking out a couple of tiny bottles of tequila. Then, she seized her purse, and pulling out an iPod, started looking around the room.
"There." I said.
She went up to the sound dock and plugged it in, and after a few seconds, the sound came on. It was most definitely a stripper soundtrack, with smooth music instead of anything too packed with beats.
"Hang on a second. I need to figure the volume." She said.
I stood up, and went up behind her and stood there, trying to help. She had bent down at her waist, showing me a lovely view of her ass and small waist. Two drinks down the alcohol was getting to me and I was thinking about touching her waist when she turned and looked at me.
"Rules you know." She said.
I backed away, and she fixed the sound. "There we go."
She turned and saw me standing next to her. Even in heels, I was taller than her. She looked at me for a second and said "You need to sit."
She pushed me slightly and I willingly sat down in the chair behind me. She stood, and began to gently sway to the music, feeling it get her into the mood. Seizing a bottle from the table, she cracked it open and swallowed the entire shot of tequila in it.
"Being drunk helps me focus on my job."
"Said the alcoholic." I replied, cockily. Shit, the whiskey was getting to me.
"Shut up, mister."
She came over and stood next to me, gently running her hands down her body, swaying to the music. She bent downwards, and I looked at her gorgeous breasts, hoping they'd slip out of her brassiere. She suddenly grabbed the back of my head by the hair, and pulling it back, stood up, my face going an inch away from her tits.
"Liking it?"
