Jay entered the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel. It is a place for Hollywood's elite to have a drink away from prying eyes, but tonight Jay's sights are set on the mysterious brunette at the corner of the bar. He sat next to her with a quiet confidence, as the bartender handed him a cocktail menu. It is his 50th birthday, and he feels like treating himself to an evening out.
"Jameson, neat" he orders, "and another for the lady."
"Why thank you, sir." she purrs, in an Eastern European accent. The bartender brings their drinks.
The lady is used to men buying her drinks. She is about 5'8" with magnificent C cups, pushed up and on display, tanned and toned bare legs stretching out from a green mini skirt, and large 'fuck me' eyes that Jay can't help but stare into. She appears to be in her late 30's.
"What brings you to the Polo Lounge, Miss...?"
"Margot. You can call me Margot."
"Margot...lovely." He turns to her and they clink their drinks together.
"Just business this evening." she said in a matter of fact tone, as she placed her hand on his knee.
"I see." Jay understood immediately the intent. Judging by her appearance and forward nature, he guessed Margot was a prostitute, though certainly an upscale one given her choice of venue.
"And you?" Her eyes passed over his wedding ring. "Is your wife out shopping on Rodeo Drive? She's a lucky woman."
"She's at home. Probably asleep by now. I just needed...something new. Today's my birthday, after all."
"Why, happy birthday! How long have you been married?
"About ten years. Ten of the best years of my life. I'm not looking to make a change, and I would never hurt her, but a man...has needs...that sometimes a wife could never fulfill."
"I understand." she cooed, as her hand moved up to his thigh. "Wives are for dinner parties, and weekend brunches." She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "What you need is a proper whore who will let you fuck her any way, and every way, you choose. It is your birthday, after all. Shall we make it a memorable one?" Her hand traveled further, and had nearly made contact with his cock underneath.
He knew he needed to have this woman. He was already undressing her with his eyes, and knew exactly how he wanted to fuck her.
"Yes, yes I think so. I have a room here for the night. Shall we finish these drinks?"
"Yes, sir. But I have to warn you, I don't negotiate. It is a flat fee for the evening. In exchange, you get me...however you want."
"Say no more. Price is...no object...for a woman of such beauty. I wouldn't think to negotiate."
Margot stood, and offered her arm. "What a gentleman! Of course, lead the way!"