Advertising for some excitement.
One of the first people to answer my advert was a private eye, he didn't have anything for me to do but just wanted to see whether I could be suitable for him if he ever had need of my services. Assuring me he was at the top of his profession asked me whether I would consider meeting him at one of the Cities top hotels for lunch. When I agreed he wanted me to play out a well-known scenario before we met.
Firstly I needed to turn up looking good in something that would show out, but not in something that suggested I looked an easy touch. Also, I was to stay alone and refuse drinks from any would be admirers, not only refuse, but also feel insulted at the same time. Then this Mr. Jones was to have his turn and I was to except him even though I had no idea of his looks, but it was supposed to be based on my instincts.
He gave me very little to go on as to his looks either, I suppose the long raincoat, dark glasses and a hat were a thing of the past. It was I who had to pick out the real person and not any of the others that were bound to offer. All I was told was a brief description of him and was not to look out for him.
It sounded an exiting game and a chauffeur driven limousine to pick me up sounded even more interesting. It was a hard choice of clothing, nothing to short or revealing, and nothing to drab as not to attract. Settling for a black trouser suit and a favourite lime green chiffon top I was finally ready after keeping the chauffeur waiting for ages.
Arriving at the hotel I wanted to make a big entrance, waiting for the doorman to open my door I thanked him, walked in and straight over to the inquiry desk. It was unmanned and a strike of the bell had eyes from every direction looking over to me.
A member of staff who was full of apologies asking me what I could do for her quickly joined me. Telling her I was meeting a Mr. Jones here I told the clerk I'd be sitting in the bar. With that I walked into the dimly lit bar with all it's private alcoves and hideaways.
On purpose as if I were looking for my Mr. Jones I walked the gang ways looking into all the nooks and crannies and mouthing my apologies to the people I had disturbed in them. Having made my entrance a grand one I sat close to the bar and gestured to the barman for some service. I had deliberately brought along some reading matter although it was probably erotic stories from the web as I thumbed through them as the waiter took my order.
Sticking to a glass of chardonnay I quietly went about my business reading the stories and sipping on my drink. As per normal someone asking me whether I’d like a drink also whether I was alone soon interrupted me. As if finishing my sentence on my notes I looked up into the gentleman's eyes, he was a nice looking guy, not the one I was looking for though and politely declined his offer.
One or two more men came over, one had the nerve to ask me whether I was working, another, like before asked whether I'd like a drink. Declining them all I was suddenly brought over a bottle of chardonnay from the waiter. Querying it with him he explained that a gentleman in seats six and seven had bought me it.
"Take it away." I said in a demanding voice, needing a refill, but not from a stranger. As he left I raised my arm in the air and a waiter quickly refilled my glass. Again the waiter pointed to somewhere else telling me it was put on another gentleman's bill, again I declined. It seemed as if I were the only single woman in there that day and I had six offers from elsewhere before the seventh arrived. Looking over and ready to decline, maybe it was the raincoat, tilted trilby or sunglasses, but I knew that was my man. Excepting a glass of chardonnay Mr. Jones quickly joined me.
"I have watched you for over an hour Pat and each refusal has made you more and more desirable. I don't want you to prostitute yourself, the opposite in fact, if I call upon you I want you to do the same as you have here only play hard to get with the final person you pick. He will be looking for a one off thing, not a prostitute, but an upper class person like yourself, it will work." He said.
Excited now, I wanted the plan of action to start straightaway. It didn't, but he had my number and promised that one-day it will happen. He was sincere and genuine and we did make it a nice day, he was completely business like and telling me I was at the top of his contact list I wasn't sure whether or not I'd ever hear from him again.
It was only a few days later when the phone rang early one morning and still asleep I answered it with a few sleepy sighs. Quickly regaining consciousness however it was Mr. Jones.
"Sorry Pat, can you talk he asked?" I replied by telling him he had woken me up. Knowing I was alone he started trying to see whether I could excite him as he was asking me what I was wearing and what I was doing.
"Oh you cheeky sod, I get good money for answering those questions and you can't afford me." I answered in a light-hearted manner.
"What you like with woman Pat?" Mr. Jones asked unexpectedly.
"That'll be double." As I answered suspiciously, as my thigh's automatically opened and my fingers started to search out my already excited libido.
"We have a woman playing around Pat and the husband thinks she is looking out for woman as well as men and she is at a function alone this afternoon and just wondered whether you'd be available if she went looking for a mature blonde female." Mr. Jones said. I purred down the phone to him as my index finger started to excite me telling him to give me more details. He carried on for about five minutes regarding this woman, an attractive blonde herself who had a thing about anything blonde be it male or female. Also planted at this hotel was a blonde guy so that she had a variety of choices.
I was to learn that I had an advantage however in that she has a thing about leather and if I agreed the chauffeur was to pick up a leather suit for me to wear on his way around to pick me up. Also a thousand-pound and I was to be boisterous there and order the best champagne and make sure everybody became aware of me. I was going to enjoy the day, even if it didn't work I thought as I lay soaking in my bath knowing I only had a few hours before my carriage arrived. I was ready, well ready in that my hair and face were done and I had a half cut bra on, tan hold-ups and a thong that wouldn't hide any of my modesty if I needed to that was. The doorbell rung right on time and the chauffeur had my uniform with him. As if he didn't exist I took the hanger and in front of him I put this very expensive looking leather two pieces on. There was nothing of it, the skirt showed the pattern of my hold-ups and if I coughed then my tits would fly out the front of the jacket. Sporting a large coat to hide the view the neighbours would no doubt have while peering through their curtains I was whisked away to this five-star hotel.
