This is part 2 in my story titled Heather's dark adventure. Please read part 1 to see how the story of a US Olympian's secret life as a Vegas escort inspired me to head down this path.
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I woke up late Saturday morning and laid in bed a few moments wondering if everything that was now coming back to me actually happened or was just a wild crazy dream brought on by being in Las Vegas and my recent obsession with the Suzy Favor Hamilton story. My boyfriend was already out the door to the golf course so I went to my phone to check my email. I scrolled through and my heart jumped a bit when I saw an email from Terrence, who interviewed me the day before.
"Heather,
Confirming your appointment for 5:30 today. You'll be meeting with James. A brief description of the client and location will be sent after you confirm. Please see Tanya downstairs in the hotel's boutique for appropriate attire, you'll have a credit line through the agency.
-Terrence"
I sent off a quick reply confirming my acceptance, ordered some room service, then made a quick appointment at the hotel's spa for later that morning. Hoping that would prepare my body and give me time to get my head together.
The time at the spa was wonderful. I had everything "buffed & polished", got a manicure & pedicure and had lots of time to think. As I sat in the steam room, images of yesterday kept running through my head. I couldn't believe I ended up naked on a bed and masturbating as a tall black man sat quietly and watched. I kept wondering what Terrence was thinking while he watched. I blushed as I thought about how wild I got, grabbing a big black dildo and bringing myself to a squealing orgasm while my new employer sat just a few feet away taking it all in. And what was going to happen today? I was really following through on my fantasy, becoming a Vegas escort while my boyfriend was distracted in the Sin City. Biggest of all, I was likely going to be having sex with a black man, the fantasy which I had been obsessed with for too long.
I left the spa feeling refreshed and ready for whatever lay ahead and headed to the upscale boutique store in the hotel. I entered the store and asked for Tanya. A few moments later a very tall striking blonde came out from the back. She appeared to be in her 40's and was wearing a form fitting black dress.
"You are Heather?" she smiled. "Come in the back with me, I have a private area with a selection for the girls Terrence sends".
We entered a room with a small platform in front of 3 mirrors. Tanya asked me to undress and step up on the platform while she slid a rack with a number of skimpy, flashy cocktail dresses. I was a bit intimidated by being nearly naked on display in front of Tanya as she held up several dresses then had me try on a few.
"Terrence asked me to check if you had chosen a name yet?" Tanya said.
"A name?" a bit confused.
"Yes dear, you'll need a name of course, give me a moment and I'll see what I can think of."
I realized I needed a different name to use when I was "working". I think Terrence probably mentioned this after our interview but I didn't remember much of what we discussed after the "performance" part of my interview.
This went on for 30 to 45 minutes. Trying on different shimmering, tiny dresses, none that Tanya seemed satisfied with. Finally, as I pulled on a silver glittery dress that I thought I kind of liked. It plunged down the front nearly to my belly, showing an ample but tasteful amount of my 34c breasts. The hemline was just a few inches below my ass, but that seemed pretty common among the dresses I was trying and the back was pretty much completely open. As I looked at myself in the mirror and started to appreciate how the dress made me look I turned to look at Tanya and saw a big smile on her face for the first time.
"Scarlett." She said as she turned and pulled out a pair of shoes for me to put on.
"Scarlett?" I asked confused, taking the shoes. About 4 inch heels on a bit of a see through platform with silver straps.
"You are Scarlett dear that is your name."
Tanya dug through a drawer pulling out some skimpy undergarments. I couldn't wear a bra with this dress but Tanya said my boobs were young enough to pull it off. She also handed me a tiny white lace thong to complete my outfit. As I wobbled a bit in my new shoes I was amazed looking at myself in the mirror. I realized I looked just like the women I saw on the escort agency websites when I first started researching this idea a few weeks ago. I was Scarlett.
Tanya put the dress in a long black bag and the shoes and lingerie in another and I thanked her as I hurried to meet my boyfriend for lunch. We had a quick lunch scheduled, pretty much to make him feel better for golfing all morning and gambling all afternoon into the late evening. I didn't have a problem as it gave me an opportunity to pursue my new interest.
My boyfriend saw the bags and joked that he would try and win enough in the casino to pay for everything I'd spend while I was out shopping later that day. I encouraged him to enjoy himself since we were in Vegas but was pre-occupied waiting for the details on my appointment. Finally after about 30 minutes I saw the email from the agency arrive and excused myself to head into the ladies room to read the email. The email was brief; it mentioned that my companion was named James. He was 40 years old and African American. He had a suite on one of the upper floors at one of the hotels just a few blocks down the strip. There would be a limousine waiting to pick me up out front of my hotel at 5:15 to deliver me to my destination. So there it was, my chance to be with a black man was waiting for me just a few hours away.
I went back to the table and my boyfriend was anxious to get to the casino so we kissed good bye and I went back up to our room. There was most of a bottle of champagne on ice from last night so I had a glass then another before getting in to the shower. Getting out of the shower I dried off and had one more glass, careful to not be actually drunk. Terrence mentioned something about alcohol being fine but remembering to be in control of myself and the situation. I put a little curl in my shoulder length red hair and then slipped on my new thong and dress. I put some light makeup on with some red lipstick to match my finger and toe nails and then slipped on my new shoes.
Examining myself in the mirror fully dressed I was again a bit stunned by what I saw. The big heels highlighted every muscle in my legs and stretched my 5 foot 5 height. The silver dress accentuated the best parts of my 115 pounds and the hair and makeup completed the look. I was now dressed for sex.
Finishing my glass of champagne I checked the clock and saw it was time to head down to catch my ride. I had just a slight buzz but it was nothing compared to the excitement that was buzzing inside me. I walked down the hallway to the elevator and took it down to the lobby.
My big "f me" heels clicked on the lobby floor as I walked out of the elevator. I felt the stares and saw heads turn as I crossed the lobby, heading for the doors and out to the street. As soon as I exited the hotel, a black town car pulled up and a tall black man got out, coming around to my side and holding the door open for me. He smiled politely as I slipped into the back of the big sedan. The ride to the client's hotel was just a few blocks and we arrived quickly.
I walked through the hotel lobby, again catching the stares of various men as they did double and triple takes of me in my dress and rode the elevator up. The client's suite was near the top of the hotel and as I walked down the hallway to his room I took a deep breath, thinking there was no turning back from this point. Standing outside his door, I knocked and waited a moment until he answered.
"Well hello, I'm James. Please come in." said the very tall dark black man as he greeted me.
"Hi, I'm Heather, I mean Scarlett, shit" I said cursing myself quietly as I entered his lavish suite.
James showed me inside and offered me a drink which I accepted. I watched James as he made my vodka tonic. As I said he was very tall, at least 6 foot 2. He was powerfully built, like a former athlete, maybe 240 pounds, wearing black dress pants and a white collared shirt.
James was in the middle of the couch and I was in an armchair next to him as we sat and talked for twenty to thirty minutes, having a few drinks. At one point he asked how long I had been in this business and I lied saying that it had been several months, but had just recently started with this agency, thinking that I didn't want him to know it was my first time. I was surprised that he was so friendly and I was enjoying myself. Eventually he asked if I would like to join him on the couch so I set my drink down, got up and then sat down next to him.
James smiled, wrapping his big powerful arm around my shoulders and stroked my hair a bit. His dark eyes burned into me for a few moments that felt much longer; then he politely asked if he could kiss me. I smiled and said yes as James held the back of my head in his hand and leaned into me. His lips were warm and he softly pressed them against mine as he kissed me, slowly for several minutes. I briefly thought about the line from Pretty Woman and kissing, but realized I didn't care. My head was spinning and I eventually flicked my tongue out, finding his lips and licking them. His tongue came out and found mine, tentatively at first, then with intensity. We kissed franticly for a few more minutes; the both stopped briefly and gasped for breath. As I tried regaining my composure, James kissed me softly on the lips again, then moved down to my chin, tilted my head back and licked and kissed my neck and finally began licking/kissing his way to the top of my chest.