This is a long story, and not all of it is sexual in nature. I have attempted to fill the plot with sex, but to have a plot separate from sex. If you have no interest in a bigger story, one that encompasses more than my beautiful heroine's sexuality then I wish you good reading elsewhere. If however you want to know the whole story... read on.
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Rachel stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Running the expensive bamboo/cotton mix towel over her skin she luxuriated in the caress of the elegant towel, one of her favorite indulgences.
As the material whisked the moisture from her soft skin she checked to see if she had nicked herself while shaving. Both long smooth legs were wound free; her smoothly waxed sex was clear and as soft and hairless as she could get it. Her armpits and forearms were utterly bald and she saw nothing to mar the perfection of her delicate skin.
When she finished drying her petite, elfin frame she moved, naked, into her bedroom. Her choice for clothing had been made already. Dan had specific tastes and she made sure that whenever he called she catered to them to the letter.
She pulled the garters over her legs and hips, adjusting the satin covered straps to perfectly frame her exposed sex. The crimson elastics made her glistening folds appear even more exposed and vulnerable, which was exactly what Dan loved about the garters so much.
She then pulled the red silk stockings over her slender legs and attached the garter clips to them. Years of track and field as a girl, and aerobics as an adult had given her shapely, toned legs that she was justifiably proud of.
Then she pulled the stretchy crimson dress over her head and smoothed it over her lithe frame. The soft, filmy mulberry silk felt like a full body kiss as it sheathed her. The blended fibres of elastic allowed the dress to cling to her every curve.
Rachel was not a round woman but she had exquisite A cup breasts that proudly stood up with nipples that rarely stopped poking through whatever material she covered them in. Her graceful torso was tiny and her flat toned stomach proportioned perfectly with her slight frame.
Her hips flared delicately out from her narrow waist, and her firm ass filled out the bottom of the short, clingy dress expertly. The dress had been tailored for her body by a very good designer.
Now Rachel sat to do her make-up.
It took her over half an hour to achieve the subtle blend of highlight and shadow that made her look like a starlet on the red carpet. But her efforts paid off and when she was done her face was as enticing and ethereal as any A-List celebrity on her way to the Oscars.
She used eye shadow to pop her pale blue eyes, and thick mascara to frame them with dark. She used white to accentuate the whites of her eyes and make them look bigger. Her cheeks were blushed pink with a hint of innocence, and her lips a crimson that she took great care to both compliment her skin tone and still match her dress.
Her hair was more difficult, and often she would just hide it with a wig for her evening encounters, but Dan liked to pull hair so she needed to use her own silky ash blondetresses.
She knew she could do little to give it body, so she simply brushed it straight for a few minutes and then gathered it behind her head in a twit. Her hair was a bit longer than her chin. It could just reach a bundle on the back of her skull with a few artful tendrils to frame her face.
Diamond cluster earrings in her lobes and a single matching bracelet on her right wrist and she was done.
There was still time before she had to go and so she admired her efforts in the mirror.
The effect was of a young professional on her way to a big event. She looked enticing, inviting but almost imposing. The deep red of the dress was nearly shocking it was made such a statement. It said this woman was utterly confident of her sexual power, the way the material showed every subtly play of the muscles of her body was an open sexual statement.
And yet there was so little skin showing. Her arms were the largest exposed area. The neckline was low, but far from sleazy. Her legs were covered, but sheathed in nearly transparent red silk.
When Rachel donned her crimson pumps she now stood a modest five foot eight, the three inch heels bringing her closer to Dan's height but not over. He was five nine and wished he were taller. Powerful men were tall.
These things were important. Dan paid her a lot of money to look just right, and she enjoyed pleasing him.
His car arrived right on time and whisked her away to whatever event he wanted to been seen with her at.
Rachel was an escort. A highly paid escort, and it was a secret life she lead that no-one who knew her would ever believe her capable of.
The event that night was a charity function. Dan was being asked to donate money to a foundation. He told her very little of the business of the event. He didn't care, so why should she. In actual fact this was a foundation Rachel was curious about, but not enough to bother her patron for the evening about.
Dan was in his late fifties, and still fit. If he wasn't paying her five thousand dollars for the night she would never give him a second glance, but since he was, and had been for a few years it was easy to overlook his plain drooping face, and heavily lined skin. His hair was receding and he clung desperately to the remaining hair on top belligerently.
Dan had divorced spectacularly a decade ago and lost a fortune to his wife, so now he only appeared in public with young gorgeous, and yet ultimately disposable women.
He had brought Rachel, who called herself Madeleine when engaged in this work, to a dozen such events over the years, but he always made sure to hire other women in-between. The message was he used women at will, he was beholden to no-one.
Rachel's instructions were to look sexy, to tease other men, and annoy other women. She was to flirt with him and touch him intimately. He wanted every man there to want her, every woman there to hate her and never once give them anything specific to gossip about.
It was a delicate balance that took concentration, but Rachel was good at it.
By the time Dan swept her out of there around eleven she was ready to leave. Spending the evening balancing the instructions Dan had given her had begun to grow wearying.
Now the best part of the evening could begin.
Tonight Dan told his driver to take them to the bay. He dropped her off at the Quay and she began to walk along the boardwalk overlooking the water. The chill evening air was cooling and she wrapped a fur cape around herself. Dan had given it to her for this walk and he would take it back when he left.
A few minutes passed as she strolled along the boardwalk, her time her own for a few moments.
The role he had given her was easy. She was a young woman who had just lost a competition with her best friend for the attention of a handsome young man at the bar. Angry she had wandered away and found herself alone at night.
Rachel glanced at the few other people she passed on her walk and they all eyed her speculatively. She was out of place here. This was a rough neighborhood and her expensive clothes marked her as a target. She was stupid to be here.
Then a big black man stepped out of the shrubs nearby and started toward her.
