With all this talk about sex and fantasies and broadening our sexual horizons, you decide to do something you have always wanted to do. You want to play the role of a hooker. What a fantasy come true!! We have spent weeks setting the ground rules and decide that we will help you live this fantasy in Atlanta.
You arrive in Atlanta on a scheduled Delta flight on a Thursday afternoon. After I pick you up at the Atlanta Airport, we go straight to the Mall and visit Victoria's Secret. Shopping for sexy, sultry undergarments is a wonderful thing to do together. On the way home we eat Mexican food and drink a couple of beers while catching up on daily issues and work news. The conversation carries undertones of sex throughout the dialog. We both know that we are eagerly anticipating our sexy Friday night escapade. You can't wait to get home, try on your sexy new garments and plan the evening.
Once we are home and you spend time with the dogs, unpack your bags and have a scotch, we sit down to plan the Friday evening affair featuring you as The Hooker. Through our fantasy play and story telling you have finally revealed that for many, many years you have wanted to shed your "goody two shoes," Southern maiden image. You have always been so polite and so gracious and so demure and you have always dreamed of letting go of that persona if only for a little while. Once we started swapping stories, you finally confessed that this is something you have wanted to do for a long time. However, you never felt secure enough in a relationship to play this little game and you certainly would never do this alone. And now the time has come to make it come true. The anticipation is delicious.
The plan begins to come together as we each express our secret desires. However, this is your fantasy so you control the rules and ultimately, the evening activities. We will go the Ritz Carlton and check in on Friday afternoon. We'll get a massage in the spa and perhaps you will get a facial. Once in the room we will have champagne and you will take a relaxing hot bath.....then into your sexy new clothes and undergarments and downstairs to the Oak Room Bar. Then the fun begins.
You establish your price as $100 for "anything goes." You realize this is cheap but it is not about the money. Your idea is for you to arrive at the bar 20 minutes ahead of me. I will take a seat and observe and you will set the pace for the evening.
In the end, you have no intention of fucking anyone but me but you want to have some fun and tease some men unmercifully (something you have done all your life). In the end, I will be the one who wins your favor for the evening and we will have the time of our lives with you living out your ultimate fantasy with your betrothed. You can't wait for tomorrow.
As we go to bed for the evening, I am playful and insist on having sex. However, you are steadfast and insist that I "save it for the hooker tomorrow night." We fall asleep in each other's arms, grateful for your presence back in Georgia.
You move through the day on Friday going through the motions but thinking only of sex tomorrow night..........not to mention the games that will lead up to the passionate moment. We pack a bag and drive to Atlanta and arrive as planned around 3:00 PM. The Ritz is packed with businessmen and shoppers and the patrons look successful and educated. What a difference from very rural lifestyle outside Atlanta.
After checking in to the hotel and getting upgraded to a suite thanks to a friend who is in the business, we move to the spa where you receive a wonderful massage, a facial and a hot mudpack. Back to the room in your luxurious robe, you step into a hot bath as I pour you a glass of champagne. You relax and enjoy the moment. You are feeling extremely relaxed, safe and very horny thinking of stepping into your devilish twin's persona. Who will I be tonight? Shall I stick with Maggie or shall I adopt another name? We'll see.
Once out of the tub you step into new and black lacy panties, which barely cover your pubic hair. You slip on fishnet stockings with a black seam running up the back of your legs. Then it is a black silk blouse with white pearl buttons and a knee length black skirt with a sexy slit up the side. You finish the ensemble with an elegant string of pearls and matching earrings. You look absolutely stunning......sexy, slutty and elegant. With your 38 D breasts and slim waistline along with those shapely and toned legs, you are ready.
As you apply your rich red lip-gloss you smile sexily and say, "Would you pay a hundred dollars to have sex with me?"
I grin and say, "Are you kidding? I would pay a thousand dollars to have sex with you."
As you push your skirt down and in to place you reply, "Well, I might have to raise my prices if I look that good." We laugh as you leave the room and head to the elevator....alone. "See you in twenty minutes." You look over your shoulder seductively and say, "Don't hurry.'" Laughing softly and sexily, you enter the elevator.
Into the reception area you move quickly to the Oak Room. It is filled mostly with men, some in suits. There are a few women, some in ballroom gowns, and some in business attire. There is a harpist strumming lightly in the corner and waiters in tuxedos move efficiently around the room refreshing drinks and snack trays. You decide to find a place at the bar. You move sexily and stealthily between two men in suits. "Excuse me, please." They move aside and you hear one of them mutter, "Oh, my!" The bartender is attentive.
"Yes, Maam, may I take your order please." "Double scotch on the rocks with a splash and a twist. Make it Johnny Walker Black." The men on either side are impressed. Clearly you are a woman who knows what she wants and one who knows how to play. They cast quick glances at you from the corner of their eyes. You take your drink and turn to catch a view of the entire room. You scan quickly, looking for prey. You make eye contact with an olive skinned man in a double-breasted suit. He looks European, perhaps Italian. His hair is thick and held in place by some kind of gel. He has broad shoulders and looks very athletic.
He is seated so you cannot tell how tall he is but you estimate him to be at least 6 feet 2 inches and lean. He returns the gaze as he looks up and down your petite and sexy frame.
You catch his eye a second time and smile demurely. He looks over your body head to toe, slowly and confidently. You return his gaze holding his eyes with yours. He rises from his seat alone at a small table and walks over to you. He smiles with perfect white teeth and bends at the waist. "Excuse me, Madam. My name is Giorgio and it would be an honor if you would join me at my table." His accent is definitely European and probably Mediterranean. You are convinced he is Italian but he could be Spanish. Either way, he is charming and gorgeous. You extend your hand.
"Maria McQueen, pleased to meet you. Thank you for your kind invitation. I accept."