This is part of a series although each story is complete on its own. Some readers have mentioned that there needs to be more detail on Vivienna. This detail is provided in the first part of this series : the Interview.
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Vivienna stepped out of the cab, checking the address on her mobile phone just to make sure. The hotel was in one of the seedier parts of town but this particular area looked okay. Then again, it was early in the evening and the 'sleaziness' probably didn't start till much later at night.
She lugged her small bag out of the taxi and then on to her shoulder in one quick move. Glancing to the left and right, she ran across the road and into the hotel lobby. The lobby was sparse with a row of elevators right in front. Trying not to look to either side, she make her way confidently to the elevators and was glad that one of them opened even before she needed to press the button.
The ride up to level 8 was fairly quick and room 821 was just around the corner. She took a deep breath before she pressed the doorbell. She heard footsteps walking toward the door and then a slight pause before the door opened to reveal a gentle looking man wearing spectacles.
"Nice, very nice." He said as he welcomed her in. "Did they inform you of my special request?"
Vivienna smiled. "Yes," she said as she patted her bag. "that's what the bag is for."
She saw the man's eyes light up, almost in delight. "Sit, sit." He said to her as he pointed out the loan chair in the room while he himself sat on the bed. His hands were in his lap, as if not quite sure what to do with them. Vivienna decided she would take charge.
"So... what do I call you? Or would you just prefer Mister?" She asked in an indifferent manner.
"Um.. Mr Ste.. I mean just call me Paul. Paul is fine."
"Well, Paul," Vivienna said softly, placing emphasis on the name Paul. "I'm a dirty girl who's brought along some dirty things. I hear you like them."
Paul stared at Vivienna as she unzipped her bag and reached into it. She pulled out a pair of white cotton hi-cuts and teasingly swung them on her index finger.
"You want my panties?" She cooed softly, almost tantalizingly. "You want to smell my used, soiled panties?"
Vivienna turned the bag over and a few other panties fell out onto the floor.
Paul's mouth opened as if to say something but words failed him. He had asked the agency to send him a girl that would indulge in his panty fetish but this was more than he had hoped for. His cock throbbed hotly in his pants. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Vivienna. Spurred on by the reaction she was getting, she went on. "You like my panties that have covered my juicy pussy? What'cha wanna do with them? Smell them? Wrap your cock in them? Hmm?"
She stopped twirling the panties around her finger and with one deft action, flicked the panties off her finger and toward him. Paul made a grab at her panties and quickly brought them up to his face. He turned the panties inside out, searching for the gusset. A low groan emanated from his throat as he saw darkish stains on the otherwise white panties. He pressed it to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was heady and musky, causing his cock to jerk and throb. He sniffed again, intoxicated by the unmistakable smell of pussy. This was pure woman scent.
Paul grunted as he sniffed again and watched Vivienna slowly crawl along the floor, gathering up the panties that she had tossed out of the bag. Still on the floor, her hands slowly worked up to his crotch and cradled the lump in his pants.
"Ooohh... do my panties do this to you?" She cooed teasingly. Her hands fumbled around his zip, pulling it down and then pulling the pants down as well. Paul stood up to help her, finally stepping out of his pants. Next her hands moved to pull down the pair of blue underpants he was wearing, freeing his cock. It was Vivienna's turn to gasp. His cock wasn't very long but it was thick. It looked angry with the swollen veins running up the length and very apparent. His cock head was sticking out of the foreskin and was dark purple in colour, contrasting with the pale white of his cock. Pre-cum was already oozing out of the head.