Lisette was nervous.
She had signed up to the escort service a week ago after looking absolutely all over London for a job, and not finding anything that would cover her rent plus college fees for her nursing course, and thought this was the best way to go about things.
She had been told by the boss that she had been booked to meet her client at the hotel bar, and to dress sexy but classy. After taking her clothes on and off at least ten times, she decided on an outfit that she deemed hot but not too much - after all she didn't even know what this guy was going to be like.
Lisette had always been told she was gorgeous, but never believed it, after being treated badly by guys before, she had built up a wall. A curvaceous size 12, at 5 ft 3 high and with a tiny waist, 34 E boobs and an ample behind, her figure could be described as a true hourglass.
Her blonde hair she kept in vintage waves, and was never without red lipstick.
"We have ourselves a Marilyn Monroe here," her boss had said when she walked in to the escort office.
"A little bit more shy though," Lisette blushed.
"We will change that soon," her boss smiled knowingly.
Pulling on her stockings, she settled on a clingy black jersey dress, that clung to her curves and draped over her bust, showing the smallest inch of cleavage. Her lucky black patent platforms gave her the height boost she needed, and she pulled on her fur coat and left, butterflies in her stomach.
She approached the bar and ordered a martini, for a bit of dutch courage. Suddenly a man was behind her, she sensed it was him.
"Courtney?" Spoke an American accent.
She had to use a fake name for the agency. Turning around, she was quite surprised to see such a good looking man. In his late 40s, he was tall, at least 6ft, and strongly built. He was black, and his piercing grey eyes stood out against his complexion. Dressed in a dark blue suit, he definitely stood out in the bar. Lisette couldn't believe that he was having to pay her for company.
"Yes, Mr. Clarke?"
"It's Robert," he smiled, showing perfect white teeth. He looked a little uneasy too as he put his hand around the small of her back.
"You look amazing. Even better than your picture."
Lisette blushed. She wasn't prepared to be so attracted to him.
"Thank you. You... you're not what I was expecting."
"Well. You know. There's a lot to every story," he said mysteriously, before ordering a bottle of champagne from the barman. "Let's sit down over dinner."
One hour into the meal and Lisette was enjoying herself - she had to keep reminding herself that this was business. She had discovered that Robert was married, and had been for 10 years.
"We got married out of college. She was pregnant, we loved eachother, end of. The thing is, she doesn't want to touch me anymore. We don't - I don't remember the last time we had sex. She won't even let me see her naked."
Lisette was listening, but kept looking at his skin through his shirt, his bulging muscles and those piercing eyes. How could she not want to have sex with him?
"So I thought, when I come over here for business, I just wanted some company, some attention from a beautiful lady," he said, his eyes falling to her chest and back up to her face. "Is that sad?"
"Not at all," she said, sitting back in her chair. "It sounds perfectly normal. And, if I may say it, she is crazy."
