It took Jim and Dana a while to find the address they were searching for. They hadn't been to this part of the city often and they had to drive down the street three times before they finally found the correct driveway.
"There it is," Dana said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice.
Jim pulled up to the front of the nondescript looking business and parked. There weren't any other cars around as they stepped out into the humid night air. It was one of those hot summer nights where the humidity hung heavily in the air. It had been an almost unbearably hot day and it had barely cooled down despite the sun setting nearly 2 hours earlier.
He took his wife's hand and they slowly walked toward the frosted glass door. Once inside the air conditioning helped make things more comfortable but the room still seemed more humid than it should be. They stood at the edge of the waiting room looking around at the surroundings. Neither had been to a place like this before and neither had been sure what to expect.
The room was dimly lit and silent. At one end of the waiting room was a neat black desk with a few papers on it. On the other end of the rectangular room was an L-shaped leather couch. A big coffee table sat in front of the couch with about a dozen copies of the same magazine spread out neatly over its surface. Jim immediately recognized the magazine as the same one that had led to them standing in this room.
"Hi," came a very sultry voice from behind the curtain blocking their view down the hallway. The curtain was immediately pushed aside and a black woman wearing only high platform heeled shoes, a bra, panties, and an open satin robe stepped into the waiting room. "I'm Janel," she said, as her eyes seemed to light up at the realization that a couple had just entered. "Are you here for a show?"
There was a long pause following her question before Jim finally answered, "Ummm, yes."
"Very good," Janel purred. "Can I show you back or did you have someone else in mind?"
"Well, uh, we were wondering if Madison might be available?" Jim said.
"Yes," Janel answered, "I'll go get her." She disappeared behind the curtain and the lobby was again silent for a moment. The only thing Jim could hear was the heavy, excited beating of his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what they were about to do.
To reassure himself and make sure Dana was OK he gave her hand a little squeeze. She squeezed back and they exchanged a quick, nervous smile just before they heard Janel's voice say, "Madison, there has been a request for you."
During their brief glance at each other Jim had definitely noticed something in Dana's eyes. He couldn't put his finger on it right away, but he guessed it was the same mix of anxiety, excitement, fright, and lust that he currently felt.
The woman whose face he only recognized from the magazine on the coffee table then poked her head through the curtain as she talked on the phone. She looked first at Jim and then at Dana and seemed to look both of them over from head to toe. When she finished she said into the phone, "OK, dear. I've got to go. I have some customers."
She disappeared for a second as she set the phone down behind the curtain and then reappeared saying, "Sorry about that. Just chit chatting with a co-worker. You know, what's going on? Nothing much. What do you want to do later? That sort of stuff you talk about when there is nothing else to do."
She spoke very quickly and in a soft tone that Jim had to concentrate on to entirely follow. He immediately noticed that her picture in the magazine hadn't lied about her appearance. He had feared that once they met her she would look different than what they were expecting.
Her hair was pulled up onto her head with the exception of three long, curly strands that cascaded down her face. These strands were blonde as was some of the other hair over her forehead, but the rest of her hair was a dark brown color. From the pictures they had seen Jim knew her hair would have fallen to her tits if it were down.
She was taller than Jim expected and looked him nearly straight in the eye despite the fact that she didn't wear any shoes. He guessed that she was a little over 6' tall. Looking up from her feet he saw that she wore a black pair of stockings and a very short black skirt with gray vertical pinstripes on it. The skirt stopped about the middle of her long thighs but had a slit over one leg that showed her leg up to above where her stockings stopped.
The only thing she wore on her upper body was a very revealing black tank top. The top was very low in front and revealed seemingly all of her tits down to her nipples. The large butterfly tattoo on her left tit they had seen in her picture was clearly visible. It sat right over her heart where her wonderfully big, heavy tit began to swell away from her chest.
Her tits hung heavily and seemed to sag under their own weight, just as they seemed they would from her picture. Jim loved the look and the fact that he could tell right away that they were real and not implants.
Madison had been looking at them as if she was trying to place them and finally said, "Obviously I am Madison. Excuse me, but have we met?" There was something about the way she formed her sentences and words that made her sound European.
"No, this is our first time here," Jim softly answered.
"Oh, so how do you know about me then?" she asked with a sly smile.
Both Jim and Dana looked down at the magazines spread over the coffee table and Jim said, "Well, um, we saw your ad."
"Ahhh, that is good. I am glad you said that because if you had said that we had met before I would have to say that you were a liar," she said in a borderline hyper style of rapid talking. "Now what are your names?"
Jim and Dana introduced themselves and gave their names. They had talked briefly in the car about giving fake names, but decided that it seemed overly secretive. Besides, they reasoned, they weren't doing anything illegal.
"Good, good. So now let's see. You are theβ¦" Madison paused and seemingly did some counting in her head, "yes, you are the fourth Jim in my life now and you," she said turning to Dana, "are the first Dana. So you can make the first impression on me for that name." It wasn't so much her words but the way she said them that caused a jolt of excitement to surge through Jim. At nearly the same moment Dana's hand seemed to almost involuntarily squeeze his.