Gemma sells herself.
Gemma Boaz waited for the door to open Tony had asked her to see him in his hotel room at 7.
It was 6:57.
Gemma stood in her best high heels, the wrap around dress that had been delivered that morning and wore just the briefest panties she had ever worn that had come with the dress, although the dress was lovely a Givenchy original worth about £ 15,000.
She wondered how a whore must feel before meeting a client - how did it feel to know that unless she pleased Tony - the money he had arranged to be sent to business account - She felt like a whore, but a high class white with the dress and she knew he would treat her like one. Was it alarming that it turned her on so.
He returned to the school - a multi-millionaire - he donated money to the school he once worked at and popped in to her house to give her a present - a bottle of Bollinger at £1000 a bottle- she immediately thought he could help her failing business with a cash injection - she flirted with him - kisses on the cheek for the champagne and sat next to him as they talked business and explained that if he supported her business, that he would be a sleeping partner he then agreed to be a such a thing - everything was going to plan until his condition was given.
A sleeping partner he would be on the condition,that she would sleep with him.
Initially outraged - the very thought of it but then Tony gave her the ultimatum- one night with her complete and whole- hearted compliance and then she would be financially secure.
She did not have a choice.
Now she stood waiting. Tony opened the door and smiled broadly - she stepped through into a very luxurious and expensive suite.
Initially taken aback by the opulence, Gemma stood still until Tony broke the silence.
"You'd like a drink? "Tony indicated the ice bucket with the bottle of Bollinger- Gemma poured and sunk two glasses quickly- giving her Dutch courage for her night ahead. Gemma looked over to him - he was by no means ugly - handsome in the way older men could be - he was certain toned - with self-confessed hours in the gym. Gemma turned to watch Tony walk towards her.
"Shall we get comfortable? "
Gemma sat on one of the early chairs on the palatial suite. The Corinthian was certain worth its stars. Tony poured her another glass of the excellent champagne and Gemma sipped at it.
" So let's understand each other, the funds and legal paperwork are in the process of completion - two days tops." Tony smiled " of course, you here because of your own mistakes."
Gemma frowned "mistakes? What do you mean? "
" Come now, you hear of my new money - you flirt a little and think that Tony is a nice guy and he'll bail you out and you do nothing for it - It's 50 grand Gemma "
" I..." Gemma stammered, caught in her lies, and took a large draught from the glass.
Tony recalled a memory :t's alright Gemma - there's another one who trying it on like you - you know - the other Gemma - she thought she could flutter her eyelashes and get free money - we'll she going to taught that flirting always comes at a price- only this Gemma would be taught a harsher lesson than this Gemma. He scrutinised her carefully, " you can back out right now - just walk away and no harm done and you can keep the dress, the £1000 and the bottle at home."
The offer was tempting, sitting in her dress but then the financial support would go - her business and maybe her home. Also her children would lose out on the financial support and her ex-husband would be shocked to see her financially stable.
But was it worth this?
Yes - it was Tony was a handsome man and she hadn't fucked anyone for months!
Before she could reply, Tony added another nugget " you must understand, I'm leaving the country in 6 months tops - so we will only meet a few times - after I fly- you're free from any further obligations and the finance will continue as agreed.
"Where are you going? "asked Gemma, intrigued to know more.
" I've taken a villa in Antigua- big enough for my needs and I'm in the process of getting EU dual citizenship- you must come over for a holiday and bring the kids."
Tony knew that she was divorced a year now and her son and daughter were her world now.
"Well, I " Gemma stammered, unsure how to answer him. She had been expecting Tony to essentially rape her but here he was chatting amicably and offering his home for a free holiday. Annoyingly, he was still that nice guy, she knew for years and had so recently returned. Gemma felt suddenly ashamed of her deceitful behaviour earlier and was warming to the man again. She remembered his return into her life.
The knock at her door was unexpected, it was only 7:45 but a bit late for drop in guests. With mild irritation she opened the door to see a very well-groomed Tony Watson in an expensive fitted leather jacket, jeans and matching leather boots standing on the step.
" I promised you a bottle of bubbles, when you gave me a reference for that job up
North, a year ago so here I am, though a little later than expected."
He was all smiles, Gemma could clearly see his appearance was due to the expert hands of stylists.
"Oh you didn't need to worry" Gemma politely insisted. Upon entry into her kitchen, Tony revealed a gold foil topped green bottle from a electric cooler box, iced vapour rose from its depths as he presented the chilled bottle to her.
"Bollinger- a grand a bottle, "Tony smiled. Gemma was taken aback.
"Wow! I think I'd have preferred the money" Gemma's thoughts tumbled out before she could stifle them.
"Oh, are you struggling since the divorce?" Tony replied, his tone became soft and enquired gently, " Keep the champagne and I'll give you cash. "Gemma looked as Tony fished for his phone and then looked at her inquisitively, "What's your bank account number?"
Gemma couldn't believe what he was offering to do, but she reeled off the number from her own phone, easily retrieved from the kitchen work top.
Immediately, a kernel of a plan formed in her head.
"You really don't have to" Gemma smiled and then spontaneously hugged Tony. Their cheeks touched and Tony, hugged her back respectfully. Spending an hour chatting, and none of her own children underfoot,Gemma prised as much from him as she could. Tony was happy to share, as long as Gemma promised to keep it confidential. There was no danger of her sharing this gold mine!
Gemma then steered the conversation to her supply teaching and tutoring business, which without a serious cash injection, she was at pains to highlight, would struggle. Then Gemma moved in for the kill, leaning over to retrieve her glass, she brushed her breasts seductively against his chest and then mused on what she might do and asked for his suggestion.
Instantly, Tony fell into her trap and offered to help. Without a moment's hesitation, she outlined a hefty support package with Tony coming on board as a sleeping partner- it was all going so well.
After agreeing to send her business plan and cost projections, staff and outgoings - Gemma added another 10k for debts she had accrued that she felt was better off not knowing about.