My 'hands off' policy had served me well over the years. Naturally, like most policies of this sort, there is a little wiggle room when it comes to implementation. This meant that I could relax the policy at times that warranted such relaxation, but always at my own discretion. For example, I don't mind the occasional well-intended slap on the arse or a group photo at the end of the evening, but I draw the line at any serious groping attempts and have slapped many a face in defence of that line.
There was one time, and only one time, where I gave one guy a hand job. A group of university dorks had saved up all of their allowances and booked me for the evening. They all looked so awkward. Anyway, I gave the dweeb who made the booking a hand job in front of all of his friends, but that was a one time thing. Generally, the 'hands off' policy applied.
This leads me to my current quandary. I would not only have to break my policy, I'd have to shatter it into tiny little pieces. The cash amount on offer was significant, highly significant, adding a sizeable chunk of significance to my growing nest egg. On top of this, after showing the slightest bit of hesitation, another ten percent had been added unsolicited. It was certainly tempting.
"OK!" I finally said.
"Great." they responded.
"But only one at a time." I said.
"Agreed." they said nodding.
"And the supplies that I mentioned?" I added.
"The supplies that you mentioned will be ready and waiting for you on the night." the younger gentleman said.
"Miss, you are not the first young lady that we have booked for such an event and we can assure you that your safety will be well looked after." the older gentleman said quite seriously.
"Yes. You will have a private room to the side of the main proceedings. It will be right next to the ladies' room and you will also have an escort with you the whole time." the younger gentleman added nodding towards the young guy standing silently in the corner.
I extended my hand and shook each man's hand in turn, looking each in the eye saying "It's a deal."
"We'll see you on Saturday then Miss." the younger gentleman confirmed.
"What time would you like me here?" I asked.
"Let's say eight thirty? Give you some time to set up." the younger gentleman said.
"Eight thirty it is." I agreed.
"And you'll stay until everyone that requires your services is satisfied. Understood?" the older gentleman said, half asking, half telling.
"Understood." I replied.
"Here," he said reaching into his coat pocket, "consider this to be a down payment." he said handing me a wad of cash.
I hope that my poker face held as I placed the cash straight into my handbag before zipping it closed.
"Once you get dressed, Jimmy will show you to the door." the younger gentleman said as they both left.
That just left Jimmy and I alone. Jimmy studied me closely as I dressed in silence. Not in a leering or perverted sort of way, it felt more protective than anything else. Once I was clothed again, Jimmy extended one arm towards the door at the rear of the room and bowed his head slightly.
***
Saturday evening came around and I was getting ready to leave home for the big event. I used to get a few butterflies in my stomach before one of my regular shows, but they had faded over the years. These days, it was just like another day at the office. Tonight, those butterflies had returned, but this time they were slightly more active. I've never been paid so much for a personal show before. Bucks parties and birthdays were my normal clientèle. The pay for those was normally OK, but this was my first corporate gig and it was on another level completely. I'd never done anything like this before and the prospect simultaneously excited and terrified me.
***
Being naked in front of strangers never bothered me too much. I did my show with most of the men and one or two of the women getting to slap my arse. On top of that, a fair number even copped a feel of at least one of my tits. With the amount that I was being paid, I was more than happy to waive the 'hands off' policy for this performance. Music pumping, I pranced around and danced and gyrated for my appreciative audience before taking my final bow. Collecting my discarded items of clothing, I returned to the room that had been provided for me.
Everything was still in place as I entered. In the middle was a large table covered by a soft quilted fabric with what seemed to be a small foam mattress underneath. Just inside the door there was a smaller table with three boxes labelled small, medium and large along with two pump packs, a box of tissues and some wet wipes. There were also some extra chilled water bottles and an assortment of individually wrapped chocolates that had appeared since I had left to give my performance. All perfectly in line with expectations.
I placed my handbag and my discarded outfit on the far corner of the large table and went back to the door to collect one of the pump packs. The label said that it was lavender scented, I had a quick sniff and it did not seem to be too strong.
As I put the pump pack down, there was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in." I said.
"You were wonderful tonight Miss. Everyone enjoyed your opening performance." the younger of the two gentlemen that I had met earlier in the week said as he entered.
"Thank you sir." I replied.
"Frank, Miss, call me Frank." he said.
"OK, thank you Frank." I said nodding.
"Are you ready for your encore?" Frank asked.
"Everything looks fine in here, so I suppose I'm ready to go." I responded.
Frank walked over to the table by the door and inspected the three boxes in turn.
"What do you think Miss? Small, medium or large?" Frank asked.
"Whatever you're most comfortable with." I replied diplomatically.
"I think medium Miss." Frank said as he opened the box.
Looking to the door, Frank said, "Wait outside for this one Jimmy, I'll let you know when I'm finished.
"Yes boss." Jimmy said as he backed out of the room closing the door.
"Now, medium, wasn't it?" Frank asked rhetorically as he fiddled trying to open the package.
I took my position up on the table and pumped a few squirts onto my hand, applying it liberally as needed.
"I hate using these things, you know, but I respect our ladies too much not too." Frank said as he stepped towards me.
"Ready Miss?" Frank asked.
"Ready Frank." I replied.
Frank stepped forward and entered me in one smooth and gentle motion.
