At the hotel bar she's just finishing her glass of wine, relaxing from the meetings of the day. It had been ten hours since she left her room this morning, and she can't wait to get back to it now. She's still dressed in her formal business attire-- skirt suit, dark nylons, medium heels, her long auburn hair done up in a nice wrap-- and she's looking forward to a nice hot bath and some entertaining company for the rest of the evening. Her first appointment isn't until 1pm tomorrow, and she isn't planning on getting to bed before midnight, for sleep anyway.
She orders two bottles of champagne to be sent up to her suite, then pays her bill, tipping the bartender with a fifty and wink, and saying, "Janice, this is to make sure they're nice and cold and bubbly. I don't suppose I can talk you into coming up and popping them for me?"
The bartender, a twenty-five year old grad student from the university in town, merely smiles, and says, "Ms. Madison, I'll do what I can for your bubbly, but you know they won't let me make house calls."
"You can call me Madi, and I'll speak to your superiors about freeing you from your confines in the future." She stayed at the hotel frequently enough that she cold probably arrange the favor, but she knew Janice wouldn't go along with it. Still, a girl can tease, can't she?
"Thank you for your kind intentions, Madi, and have an enjoyable evening."
On the way to the elevators she checked her watch-- 7:10. Hopefully her package has arrived and was waiting for her in her room. She got a car to herself, and undid her hair on the way up to the 42nd floor to the small suite of rooms she reserved each time she stayed. Nothing too grandiose-- an anteroom, bar and sitting room, bedroom, vanity, Jacuzzi bath, shower-- but everything she found quite necessary when traveling for a week at a time, and all done in leather, hardwood, and marble.
As she walks in she hears running bath water being shut off. As her heels click across the short marble entryway, a young girl of twenty-two emerges from the bedroom. She's 5'3" topped with straight black hair, cut in a pageboy with a barrette on either side, large 34d breasts over her thin waist and medium derriere. She's got a cute, intelligent face, and she's very attractive without being intimidatingly pretty. She's dressed in a white, short sleeved spandex top with nothing underneath, and a pair of light pink boy short; this evening's assigned uniform.
"Hello, Ms. Madison. Your bath is almost ready. I ordered dinner for later, and the champagne just arrived. Can I get you anything?"
Ms. Madison walked across the room to kiss her cheek, removing her blazer and tossed it onto a chair. "Hello, Paige. I need some water, then please pour us some champagne, after which you can help me out of these clothes." She had found Paige about a year ago through an escort service specializing in college students. Whenever she came to Boston, which was four or five times a year for as much as a week at a time, she booked as many of her free nights as Paige had available in her schedule. In return for a substantial payment, she would serve as butler, dressing maid, bather, courtesan, and evening companion. Ms. Madison provided instructions beforehand, so that upon her arrival in the evening the routine could be executed without any confusion. After several visits Paige knew her preferences, and had gotten the system down. Today's instructions read: Tight white top, pink shorts, barrettes, fully smoothed. Undress, full bath, redress. Champagne for three (will send up). Dinner in, 8:00pm. Additional guest around 9:00, please stay if possible.
Paige padded across the floor in bare feet to the bar to pour a tall thin glass of chilled Pellegrino and two flutes of Brut, then returned and handed the water to her mistress, placing the glasses on the table beside them. As Ms. Madison sipped the water, Paige carefully undid the buttons of her blouse, including the cuffs. As she untucked it from her skirt and opened it up, she put her hands around her waist and kissed the exposed skin above her camisole. Taking the glass and setting it down, she then removed the blouse, followed by the camisole, placing them in a neat pile on the table. Another kiss just above the breasts, then her hands slowly moved around to her back, unhooking her elegantly brocaded bra.
Ms. Madison (it was unclear whether this was her first name or last), was a very young looking woman of forty-four. She had a body that was full yet curvy, and one which radiated health and vitality. Standing 5'9", her hips were somewhat larger than Paige's and her breasts somewhat smaller at 34b, having proportions more suited for a woman her age rather than the sweater-girl physique of her attendant. She'd never been married, never had kids, and had always been sexually driven.
Paige placed the bra carefully on the pile, and placed her hands lovingly on Madison's breasts, gently massaging them, and rolling her nipples delicately in her fingers. The intent was to relax and invigorate, but not to arouse just yet. Ms. Madison opened her mouth slightly and extended her chin, asking for a kiss, which Paige obligingly gave. As the kiss lingered, the skirt was undone and dropped to the floor, where upon Paige grasped the waist of the pantyhose and brought them cautiously downward as she lowered herself to her knees. Ms. Madison lifted her right leg as her hose were removed, then her left, stepping out of her skirt as she did. Still on her knees, Paige rolled the hose into a ball, then folded the skirt, placing both items on the table.
Ms. Madison, standing in her panties, reached for the champagne and handed a glass down to her. "Have a good long drink, dear. Finish the glass." She did so in three big sips, then put the glass down beside her. Then she put her hands on Ms. Madison's hips and kissed her stomach, working her kisses down to her panty line, which fell away as the panties were removed and her neatly trimmed bush was revealed. Again, soft encouraging kisses were given, but nothing too arousing. Paige then stood, took her mistress by the hand and lead her, naked, to the bath.
The tub, filled and bubbly, was nearly free standing in the large bath area, with two feet of surround on each end and a foot on either side. Paige dimmed the lights and guided her up the step to let her settle in, before climbing up and sitting on the surround behind her with only her feet in the warm water, Ms. Madison's head resting in between against the padded lip. She began with a shoulder massage, gently rubbing the tension out of her body. She rubbed her temples, her neck, her arms, and ended up caressing her soft, soapy breasts, paying a bit more attention to her nipples this time, keeping them firm and excited. With the spray nozzle she wet her hair down, soaking her own panty clad lap and her shirt in the process, rendering them both erotically translucent. She washed her hair, taking her time to massage her scalp as she worked the soap through Ms. Madison's long hair draped over her thighs. After her final rise, Paige's attire was thoroughly wet.
