"Room 233, see you then." I replied, turning the phone off and making my way to the mirror. The client was downstairs in the lobby, on his way up. I surveyed myself one last time. Twenty eight, light curly brown hair, cascading down shoulders that were barely tan. Body athletic, toned but not beefy, stomach sporting a flat muscular look, legs smooth, thighs strong. 32C breasts perking upwards, seemingly larger then normal on her small 5'4 frame, nipples known for their sensitivity. Her breasts were covered by a black bra, her trimmed pussy by a matching pair of bootie shorts. Ass cheeks stopping just deliciously shy of her legs. Most men turned their heads when she came in and when she went out. Yes, her client should be happy.
He had made no special requests, didn't elaborate on himself. Merely mentioned business and a way to relieve some stress before his final meeting. That was fine. That was all a professional girl like her needed. I called my security across the hall, told him everything was fine as I went to answer the client's knock on the door.
"Hello, please come in." I said, opening the door wide enough for him to just slip in. He was a bit tall, probably 6 feet. Dark hair, toned body from the looks of it, bit of a tan but not too much. 5 O' clock shadow. Bit of a James Bond type. Well, he was certainly more preferable then many of the old fat CEO's she got.
Quickly closing and locking it. I felt his eyes travel over my body as I came up to him and took his coat and briefcase. Sitting them down I turned back towards him, his eyes moving back up from my ass to my pussy to my chest, finally to my face. I could tell from the look he was pleased.
"Hello, Kara, I presume?"
"You presume correctly." I reply, head tilted to one side, sheepish smile on the lips, a bit of teeth biting the lower one. Be sexy, be innocent at the same time. Whatever turns the client on. Pause for 30 seconds, let him look you over then slowly walk towards him. One hand on his chest, mouth close to his, eyes into his eyes, just as your mistress taught you long ago.
"Shall we get started then baby?" I whisper to him, voice deeper then normal. Make him think your already aroused. His hand slips out an envelope from his pocket, depositing it on a nearby nightstand. No need to count the money, business men of his caliber and women of her reputation don't cheat. Reputation is everything in this business.
"Very well." He replies, a small smile on his lips. Yes, he already feels in control, already feels the power he is supposed to hold over her. Good. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my chest into his body, one leg wrapping around him as I slide my lips over his. I moan into his mouth as his hands explore my body, running up my side as the other goes down to cup my ass, pulling me into him. My breasts flatten against him, my stomach pushing into his crotch. Tongues slowly stroking each other, my hands go through his hair as he pulls me hard against him. "Mmmm" I moan into his mouth, most men couldn't kiss. He wasn't too bad.
I feel the first stirring of his loins down below. Already his mind has let him be intoxicated with the power he thinks he has over me. I slide my tongue over the row of his teeth, feeling their smooth ivory as his hands squeeze my ass roughly, one hand already inside my underwear squeezing my soft flesh. His lips move off my lips, going towards my ear I tilt my head, allowing his mouth to suck on my earlobe. "Yes baby..." I sigh, his tongue gently rubbing my inner ear. His hands travel up the small of my back and along my spine, despite my best efforts my body tingles a little as his hands glide along my rib cage.
"Mmmm..." I lean my head back, his teeth sink into the soft flesh of my neck as his hands move to my chest, gripping my breasts through my bra. Squeezing them roughly. Typical man, I thought, always too rough there. Doesn't matter, my body is here for the client.
Slowly I unbotton his shirt, kissing his neck as his hands continue to grope my breasts, squeezing them together. Finally he is forced to stop as I bend down and suck on one of his nipples for a moment, looking up at him as my teeth gently nip it. I continue moving down, trailing my finger nails along his sides.
"God, your one hot slut." He breathes, looking down at me with lust filled eyes as I slowly descend to my knees, pulling his pants down with me. His boxer covered crotch is staring directly in front of me, chained only by a pair of blue boxers.
"You haven't seen anything yet." I smile at him mischievously before sliding my hand over his hard on, rubbing his cock through his shorts for a moment while my other hand tickles his balls through the fabric. I pull his boxers down and off, revealing a nice large cock staring at me, visibly getting harder by the moment. "Mmmm." I moan appreciatively, always getting turned on by a beautiful specimen I feel my pussy getting hotter. Well, even prostitutes enjoy their job sometimes.