Claire stood at the entrance to the hotel bar and took a deep breath. It was dimly lit, all leather and dark wood. She walked to the far end of the bar and sat down, putting her small purse on the bar top. The bartender looked up, noting her outfit and makeup, and asked quietly, "Are you working?"
She flashed a nervous smile, and replied "Is that a problem?"
"It doesn't have to be," he responded.
She opened her purse, looking up quickly when he saw the large number of condoms inside, and pulled a hundred dollar bill. She slid it across to him and he nodded to her. "That's a good start. I'll send anyone interested your way and I get fifty for each one. What'll you have?"
"A Manhattan please, and thanks, that sounds fair."
He came back a few minutes later with her drink, and looked her over. She was very pretty fine-featured with striking blue eyes, slender, with small but firm breasts. Her pale skin stood in stark contrast to her long, curly black hair, and the bright scarlet lipstick drew his attention to her full, sensuous lips. She was wearing a very short backless cocktail dress, with a neckline that plunged to her navel. Looking over the bar, he could see the hemline just missed covering her smoothly shaved vulva. He grinned and wished it was his night off.
On the other hand, as long as she didn't scare off business by looking too classy, he expected to make a nice amount of side cash tonight.
Claire sipped her drink and turned a little towards the bar. She let one high heel touch the floor, while leaving the other resting on the brass rail. The low jazz playing in the background helped to settle her nerves while also putting her in a sexy mood.
The hotel was pretty nice, situated relatively near the airport and it catered to business travelers. She could confirm this by looking at the small crowd of customers sharing the bar with her. Mostly men, wearing either suits or khakis and polo shirts. Most seem to be older, all seemed a little less bored now that she was sitting at the bar.
As she finished her drink, and older man walked to the other end of the bar. After a moment's whispered conversation, the bartender walked over to her with a new drink and said "from the gentleman at the end of the bar."
She took the drink, raised it to the man, smiled and took a sip. She turned her body to face towards him and separated her knees just far enough to give him a good look. He grinned back, and came over to her, drink in hand.
"Hi, you looked lonely. Mind if I join you?"
She looked at him over her drink, took a sip and said "It depends what you have in mind."
"Well... I'm in town for a couple of days, and I'm looking for... some companionship."
"You realize that won't be free, right?"
"Uh sure, how much does that kind of... companionship cost?"
"It starts at $200, and goes up from there. Are you still interested?"
"Sure, do you want to discuss the details in a more private setting?"
"Certainly. After you."
Claire stood up from the bar and hooked the man's arm, heading for the elevator. As soon as the door closed, she turned towards him and began feeling his hardening cock through his khakis. "What did you have in mind?"
He shuddered, and whispered "I haven't had a woman swallow my cum in years..."
She pulled the zipper down and wrapped her fingers around his thickening shaft. "That can happen..." she said throatily, pulling gently on his cock.
"My wife doesn't understand me..." he started.
"I don't give a damn about your wife." She replied.
The elevator chimed, and he hastily zipped up his pants. The exited the elevator and he led her to his room. He fumbled with the key card and when the door unlocked, he waved her in.
She walked into the room, and stood expectantly waiting for him, a questioning look on her face.
"Oh! The money!" He said, fumbling for his wallet. He gave her the money, and she put it in her purse without looking at it.
"What now?" she asked.
"Take off your dress. I want to see what I'm paying for."
She raised her arms and unhooked the clasp at her neck. The dress fell down her body in a cascade of black sequins, leaving her naked except for her high heels.
He gasped, the growled "On your knees, Whore..."
She felt herself get moist at his words, and slowly went to her knees in front of him. She reached out and undid his belt, opened his pants, and pulled them down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and the pants, and while she reached for his cock, pulled off his shirt.
Claire cupped his scrotum in one hand, and let just the tip of her tongue touch the underside of his cock. She began gently licking his cock, and slowly wrapped her lips around its head. He attempted to thrust into her mouth, but she pulled back teasing.
"No, stick it in!" He said, grabbing her long hair in both hands, and pulling her mouth onto his cock. She felt the thick shaft force its way in, and almost choked as the head hit the back of her throat. Soon she got into the rhythm as he pumped into her mouth, faster and faster. She began massaging his testicles and he fucked her face, ribbons of saliva running down from her mouth.
In a matter of minutes, she could feel the jets of warm liquid hitting her throat, and she reflexively began swallowing. When he gave a final twitch and took his cock from her mouth, she looked up at him. He was panting, covered in sweat, and looking at her hungrily. She opened her mouth, showing him the white semen filling it, closed her lips, and visibly swallowed.
He grinned, and patted her cheek. "That was amazing. You can go now."
She was a little taken aback. The entire encounter was less than ten minutes. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm done. You can go."
She went to the bathroom and took a moment to wash herself off. She did what she could with her hair, and fixed her makeup. As she pulled on her dress, her john said "I'm in town for a few days if you want another go..."
She smiled at him and said, "We'll see, I'm not sure how long I'm here."
She picked up her purse, and headed back to the bar.
She sat down at the end of the bar, and waved to the bartender. "Do you have change for a hundred?" She asked when he came over. He popped the cash register and came back, sliding two twenties and a ten over to her.
"Thanks. What's your name?"
"Carl. What should I call you?"