Carol Jane waited patiently at the door to room 2520 of the Excelsior hotel. For no reason she could tell, she smiled to herself recalling the last time she had actually been called Carol Jane. She had been sitting on Billy Talbert's chest, straddling him, with her knees pinning down his arms. When she finally stopped pelting him with both fists, Billy was bleeding from nose and lip and never dared to speak to or about Carol Jane again, much less call her by that name. She had been ten at the time.
For the next sixteen years she has been simply C. J. In truth, about the only part of her life that had not changed since that day was that she still, for the most part, despised boys. That fact had continuously grown and evolved over the years until now she found herself working for the elite lesbian escort service in Phoenix, 'Le Plaisir'.
When the door opened, C. J. was tilting her head to one side and her long blonde hair was draping across half her face. She was balanced on one foot while adjusting the fit of a four inch heeled shoe, bracing herself against the door frame with her free hand.
She was wearing a very short black dress and her unbalanced state was presenting an impressive view of her very long, slim and tanned legs. But it was her smile that was always first noticed and it would immediately capture the admiration of every client she had ever served. She was smiling now as a quite young and very beautiful girl stood peering from around the half-opened door.
The site of C. J. brought a smile from her as well and the two remained quiet in their respective places for a few seconds. "I hope you have wine." C. J. spoke softly as she lowered her foot and straightened to present her full six foot frame in all its glory.
"Ah." The girl said.
"Well, I've never had that vintage but I'm willing." C. J. said.
"Ah." The girl said again. "Excuse me?" She added.
C. J. Smiled at her. "It's the drink in those tall bottles." She said. "You know, with the little corks."
"I, uh," The girl paused and then giggled. "Oh, sure, wine. Of course." She looked C. J. over once more, slowing letting her eyes drift from head to toe and back again.
"You prefer we drink it in the hallway?" C. J. asked.
She giggled again and shook her head. "Of course not." But she still hesitated.
C. J. waited. "Would you?" The girl started but then paused as if she was deciding what to ask. "Please." She added and backed away so she could open the door and let C. J. in.
C. J. slowly moved pass the girl. There was not a hint of perfume, only the slightest trace of, maybe jasmine shampoo. C. J. liked the pure natural aroma of a woman, unmarred by foreign fragrances. And yes, every woman she had ever been with possessed their own unique fragrance, totally different yet always captivating to her.
C. J. entered the room and moved across to the bed where she turned and leaned against the tall corner post of the foot board. "You're Tess?" C. J. said. The girl looked even younger than the nineteen she had told Angela, C. J.'s manager.
Tess nodded and then pointed at a table were a bottle of white wine and two glasses set.
"Why don't you pour?" C. J. said. She watched the girl move. She wore a yellow sundress that was hemmed a bit above mid-thigh and with spaghetti straps. It was cut low on her back. She was short but very slender. Her hair was short and curly brown. And she had dimples. C. J. loved dimples. She wore simple black flats, no socks or hose and obviously not wearing a bra.
When she turned back to C. J., she had two glasses of wine and she offered one to C. J. "Well," C. J said. "There's only one bottle so I'm guessing I won't have to get you drunk."
"I. What?" Tess said.
"To get you out of that dress." C. J. smiled at her. "That's why I'm here, right?"
"Well," Tess said. "I." Tess was clearly nervous.
"Why don't you just take it off now?" C. J. suggested.
"I guess I..." Tess paused.
"You want to, don't you?" C. J was whispering to her. She straightened and leaned close, putting her mouth against Tess's cheek, softly kissing her ear. 'Don't you?"
"Yes." The girl replied.
"Then go ahead. I like to watch." C. J. said. She kissed the girl's neck and her chin and then leaned back against the bed, sipping her wine and smiling.
Tess slowly used her toe to slip off her shoes and push them aside. She raised her arms causing the short dress to rise, presenting a magnificent pair of legs. She reached behind her back, finding the zipper on the dress and eased it down. When her arms came forward, the top of the dress fell from her shoulders. Her small athletic breasts were firm and her nipples erect. As she eased the dress down over her hips, C. J. unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips.
The girl straightened and stepped free from the dress now laying on the floor. She stood there in just a small pair of yellow panties. C. J. winked at her. "Show me." She said.
Tess slowing brought her hands to the top of her panties and slid her thumbs inside. She began to draw them down, letting them roll over her thighs and gather, still concealing her pubic area. Then she leaned forward, worked them over her hips and let them drop to collect with her dress on the floor.
When the girl straightened, C. J. could see that her mound was smooth shaven and her labia was very petite but her small clitoris was poking from under it's hood. She was already aroused.
"Come here." C. J. said not giving the girl's modesty time to kick in. When she was within arm's reach, C. J. ran the fingers of her right hand along the girl's arm, curled them around it and drew her close. C. J.'s lips found Tess's and she kissed her long and tenderly. When they parted, C. J.'s hand cupped Tess's chin, turning her face to one side as she began kissing her cheek and her neck. She leaned in. letting her lips explore along Tess's shoulder and across her upper chest. "Get on the bed." C. J. said.
She watched as the girl made her way to the edge and used a knee to pull herself up onto the big bed. The girl now watched as C. J. lowered her own zipper and unceremoniously let it fall to the floor. She unhooked the front-clasp bra and tossed it aside. Standing now in just her panties, she moved to the side of the bed. "You're very young, beautiful, and desirable, why on earth do you prefer prostitutes?" C. J. asked.
"I, I guess. I'm just not very good at relationships." Tess said softly.
With her fingers in the top of her panties, Tess watched as C. J. slid them down and stepped free of them.