She could feel herself twitching through her jeans. She played with the coaster at the table. She spun it around in her fingers. She kept checking her phone. She wished he would hurry up, she hated them being late. She was paying, she wanted control.
He approached her table. He looked shorter than he said he was.
She just looked at him and said, "you're late".
He said he was sorry. He'd never been to this part of town before and had trouble finding a carpark.
She hushed him with one look and told him to sit down.
She laid the rules out for him. She hated small talk. He would do whatever she asked of him. If it meant being quiet, that's what he'd do. She passed across the envelope. She needed to be in control in these business transactions. She told him he didn't need to check it, it was all there. He slid the envelope into his denim jacket pocket. She liked when they did what she told them. She beckoned the waiter to the table. She ordered a bourbon for him and a champagne for herself. She liked knowing what they drank.
They sat in silence. She stared at him across the top of her glass. She knew he was not in his comfort zone. Most men need to be in control. Well she wouldn't let them. She had to have the control. She had earned it.
She finished the last of the champagne and he knew he had to finish his drink also. They were leaving the bar.
They moved out into the lobby of the hotel. She pressed the elevator button. They waited. She knew he was curious as to what lay ahead. In the lift, she touched his cock through his jeans. He was startled. He went to kiss her. She pulled back. She would call all the shots.
He knew he was in for some fun, but just what kind of fun he would have to wait and find out.
They reached the floor her room was on. She had used this room many times before. She always asked for the same room. Some of them she invited back. Most of them she didn't even know their names.
She put the keycard in the door and the green light came on and the door clicked open.
She had left champagne chilling. She told him to pour her a champagne. He obliged. He was a good one.
She sat on the couch in the room. He went to sit next to her. She told him to undress.
He didn't need to be asked twice.
His cock was exposed for the first time.
She hoped he could perform because he had a very nice cock. She wanted to see it hard. She wanted to see the veins protruding from it. She wanted the knob to shine.
She told him to touch his cock. He put his hand around the shaft and pulled it. She smiled, she loved when they did what she told them. She told him to stop. He knew this was going to be a different fuck than he'd had before.
She told him to take her shoes off. He did as told.
She asked him what he was thinking right now.
He told her that he wanted to see what was under the jeans.
She said, all in good time. First you have to perform.
His cock was moving on it's own. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to see what her cunt looked like, what it tasted like.
She knew what he wanted and she smiled. She had all the power.
She told him to come closer and he did. She sprinkled champagne on his cock. He was startled. It was cold. His cock reacted. She put her hand on his cock and pulled him closer. She then put her mouth on his cock and licked the champagne off. Fuck she was good. His cock was instantly hard again.
She licked his knob and he put his hands on his waist and let out a guttural moan.
She knew her cunt was wet. It was twitching in her jeans.
