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.