White satin sheets lay glistening seductively on the king sized bed. The lights were dimmed deliberately for a sensual effect. A feeling of mystery- and sexual aroma made the room intoxicating. In front of the bed stood a lap-dancing pole, shiny grey- and sparkling elegantly. As unusual as a pole in a hotel room might have seemed, this room was not any old room. It had an essence of a sexual playground. Soft cheesy music was playing, as if taken from a porn movie. Not surprisingly, anyone in the room would be left with images of people fucking erotically.
Further back from the bed was a spot where the dim light barely reached. A man wearing a business suit sat on a formal chair, as if waiting for a movie premiere to begin. Beside him was a small glass table, also barely visible in the darkness. Two champagne glasses sat on top of the table, and the aroma of bubbling champagne and lust permeated the atmosphere. The pole was the highlight of the room, and the light above shone down like a spotlight.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The man remained seated and within seconds- the door opened, as if the knock was pre-planned. The movie -- the action was about to begin.
Slowly and sweetly, a shadowy figure stepped into the room. The man could see an hourglass outline, a tall woman with long sleek legs, curvaceous and well toned. Her wavy blonde hair fell softly down her back and shoulders. She wore a long black, tight-fitting shiny coat, but it was not long enough to hide her well-defined calves, prominent above her black heels.
