Rex
The cab dropped her off at the hotel entrance and the doorman smiled in recognition of who she was.
"Are you staying here Miss?" He asked.
"No, just dropping in for a drink." Taylor responded.
"Enjoy your visit." He opened the door and Taylor walked into the grand lobby.
The lounge was off to the left and Taylor made her way past a dozen or so men in suits chatting and drinking. She wondered if the lounge was packed if people were drinking in the lobby.
It was a conference party she realized when she saw the sign at the lounge entrance. Lots of out of town men in for the evening, business could be good.
She walked to the bar and nodded to the bartender.
"Red wine?" The bartender said.
"Why yes, thank you." Taylor replied.
"Blanch was here earlier but left about half an hour ago."
"Thank you again. Was she alone?"
"Not when she left."
Taylor put a twenty on the bar and said keep the change.
The bartender smiled and said, "Thank you."
She was watching the room from her barstool via the mirror behind the bar. She saw several tables of men drinking and talking but very few women. Without notice two women came through the door, they were dressed like high-class ladies of the evening. Short short skirts, spike heels, lots of cleavage and lots of makeup.
Competition Taylor thought.
The two girls made a slow walk among the tables, showing their respective wares and trolling for a fish. Taylor watched them amused at the way the operated.
One of them sat down at a table with two men already seated and began chatting with them. The other girl kept circling the room.
Shortly the second girl spoke to the seated girl and then sat down. The body language indicated they seemed to be having a friendly chat.
About that time Taylor saw Blanch come through the door with a big smile on her face.
"Hi Taylor, you come back for some more?"
"I had so much fun last night I just had to see if it was real."
"It's even better tonight, big crowd of conference goers here."
"So I see. And that seems to draw competition."
"Where?"
"Two at that table over there." Taylor pointed with her nose.
"Shit, I know those two skanks, rip off artists."
"Really?" Taylor asked.
"Yea, they have been known to steal from johns after they get them upstairs."
"I don't understand why, these guys all seem willing to pay, why steal from them?"
The bartender sat a glass of wine in front of Blanch and she thanked her.
"The service here is excellent."
"Yea, that's Cheryl, I keep her tipped up pretty good and she sends guys my way."
Cheryl came back with a note and passed it to Blanch.
"See, note says room 1131, anytime."
"Now that's pretty good, she sets them up for you."
"Yea, well off to work. See you in a little while."
"Later." Taylor said.
She turned her attention back to the two girls working the table and tried to read some more body language. There was definitely a negotiation going on.
Cheryl came by and said to Taylor. "You want a date?"
"Sure, what do you have?"
"I have a number to call. He wants to talk to a pro and arrange something."
"Okay, that can't hurt."
Cheryl put her bar phone up on the counter and Taylor dialed the number. It was a room in the hotel.
"Hi, this is Taylor. Cheryl asked me to call you."
"Are you at the bar?"
"Yes."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Certainly."
"Give the phone to the bartender."
"Cheryl, he wants to talk to you."
Cheryl took the phone, listened for a minute and hung the phone up. She reached under the bar, produced a bottle of scotch and a paper bag and handed it to Taylor.
"Room 840, the booze is on his tab."
"Thanks." Taylor said as she took the bottle and headed for the elevator.
When she got to the room she knocked and a man opened the door and peeked around the edge.
"Are you Taylor?" He said.
"Yes and here is your delivery."
"Oh good, come on in."
He took the bottle and went to the dresser where there were glasses and an ice bucket. He put two ice cubes and three fingers of scotch in one and knocked half of it back, refilling the glass. Then he poured two fingers in another glass and looked at Taylor.
"Ice?" He said.
"No thank you." She replied and he handed her the glass.
"Cheers." He said as he put his glass in the air for her to clink with.
They touched glasses and Taylor took a sip while he swallowed half of his again.
"What's the donation for your time?" He asked.
"What do you want?" Taylor replied.
"Do you have a specialty?"
"I do anal." She said.
"Oh man, I have always wanted to do that. How much?"
"You seem like a nice guy so three hundred for a blow job and anal sex."
"That seems a little steep." He said.
"Sorry baby, I don't negotiate, it's take it or leave it with me."
"How about just the blow job?"
"One fifty." Taylor said.
"Okay, let's do that and he took off his robe and laid on the bed."
Taylor turned down the lights and went to work. He was already hard so she took a small amount of the scotch and held it in her mouth as she slipped her lips over his small head.
"Oh god that's good. It f eels amazing."
A minute and a half later she had a mouth full of cum and was picking up the one fifty from the desktop.
She eased out of the door and went back to the bar.
"Another merlot?" Cheryl asked.
"Yes I need a rinse." And Taylor put a twenty on the bar for her.
"Thanks." They both said.
The two girls Taylor was watching before were still at the table working the two men into something.
A big man in a suit walked into the lounge and headed for the other end of the bar from Taylor.
Cheryl spoke to him and fixed him some kind of drink.
She walked down to Taylor and leaned over toward her.
"Hotel dick." She said.
