The Kid would never get laid at this rate. Xavier frowned from the booth where he nursed a martini intended to make him appear fun-loving. But he wasn't here to get wasted. This - watching men trying, and failing to pick up chicks was his job.
One he was normally better at.
His client, a stuttering and pimple-faced ginger IT geek blundered something about 'how did you dye your roots that-that color?" Xavier groaned. Negs had to be delivered with more confidence than that! Had the kid learned nothing from the two-grand he'd spent for the seminar? Leaning back in his chair, brushing his shoulder-length jet-black out of his eyes, Xavier went over in his mind the terms of his no-refunds policy.
Future reference, longer lectures maybe? No... What they needed was experience! Maybe he needed to hire a hot babe during the seminars... to demonstrate the techniques on. Would that help his clients visualize it better?
Still, despite the impending disaster; the hottie his guy was chatting up seemed remarkably patient. She was a perfectly tanned Latina lovely, muscled thighs that seemed to call attention to the sweeping curvature of her ass-tastic posterior endowments jutting from the confined of her fire-engine red cocktail dress. Her tits weren't the biggest he'd ever seen, but their perky perfection sized to cry out for a man's cupping hand to seize them in lust.
The midnight river of her hair so dark it shimmered; and she seemed bemused by ginger-boy's fumbling attempts at seduction, but was not pulling away as Xavier expected.
Yet Xavier was garnering attention of his own. The sizzling eleven on the chauvinistic ten-point beauty scale that hip-swayed up to Xavier's booth could have been Latina-lovely's twin. But she was in the proverbial little-black dress. Too little, to contain those tits, strategically bulging from their scandalous V-neck confines.
"Hi." She cooed.
Exciting as this should have been - Xavier actually wasn't here to get laid himself; the job was coaching newbies in the art form. Yet, the very nature of his business demanded a certain response. She seemed to be eyeing his martini.
"Sorry Pumpkin, I don't buy drinks for strangers, I'm not that easy." he replied with a wry grin.
"That's okay, I just need your opinion..." She beamed. He noticed her face for the first time, sharp - elegant nose, bee-stung lips; silvery eyeshadow contrasting with her deep tan. Definitely on the prowl. And yet - he had to keep an eye on his client's progress! (Or lack thereof)
But that was when Ginger-boy made a failed attempt to build touch-rapport, and spilled his drink down Latina-lovely's cleavage. Horrified; he jumped back as though he had scalded her - but Xavier shook his head: Even that blunder could have been salvaged - had he only appeared confident enough!
But realizing his mistake; Ginger's lip quivered and he actually ran away from the girl and his own shame.
What an amateur! But then... that's why he'd hired Xavier.
"It's like this," 'Pumpkin' continued. "My sisters all say that my Ass isn't big enough! I need a man's opinion!" With that, she turned to present the controversial posterior towards him! The hem of her black dress seemed to rise up of its own accord, permitting Xavier a scandalous vista of bulging buttocks beyond belief, slick and sleek enough to bend the strobing lights of the nightclub upon her bronzelicious skin.
Holy shit... this chick wasn't wearing underwear!
"You like my ass, mister?" She asked with apparent innocence - then in a sultry growl: "I think you'd better touch it. Just to be sure." Hips thrusting to give her rear that extra bounce. "I need to know for sure; that's why I need your hand on my cheeks. Touch me, squeeze me..." her voice lowered to a growl, buttocks settling into a rhythmic jiggle of suggestion. "I need to feel you... feeling meeeeeee!" Pumpkin moaned.
Okay, well - no doubts about it...
"Right Pumpkin, I get that you're a professional; but I'm not in the market tonight. So if you'll excuse me - "He rose and evaded the lurid proposal on display to rejoin his client. No need to be overly polite to a Pro - she knew the score.
Pressing through the seats with Martini in hand, he paid the hooker no more attention.
He found Ginger-boy panting in a corner.
"Okay, I won't pretend that was good; but we can let this be a learning experience," Xavier began. The nerdy client was too nerve-wracked to speak, but simply nodded in acquiescence. "See - if something unexpected happens; you have to show you can step up to the plate, and won't wilt under pressure," Xavier continued. "So if something like that happens again, just run with it! You've got to show more assertiveness if you -"
But his coaching was interrupted...
By Latina-lovely. She'd followed Ginger-boy back to his hiding place.
"I'm sorry; I didn't think we were finished." She announced, hair tumbling over the caramel wonderland of her bare shoulders and jutting cleavage. "What you did to me isn't fair..."
What? Was she coming back to complain? Why not just walk away? Xavier wondered.
"Not fair... to get me so aroussssssed..." The cocktail-dressed marvel purred as she arched her spine, bearing her throat to Ginger-boy in a primal gesture of surrender.
"Y-wh-wh-wh-uh - wah?" Her target stammered. The kid was hopeless. And yet...
"Look at my breasts..." She said in a voice that was more of a demand. That had to be a first! "See how hard my nipples are!" Amazingly, it was true: Her tenting nips were alarmingly blatant through the fabric of her hot red dress. Her arousal on display. "And it's your fault!" She accused her red-headed would-be suitor. "Look what you've done to me!" She continued in mock-outrage. "Feel... what you've done to me!"
She took his shaking hand in his, and pressed it to her amply jutting juggs! The fabric seemed to swim out of the way, and Ginger gave a yelp of surprise as this tan-tastic uber-hottie groped herself with his own hand!
"I can't walk around like this!" She protested; "My nipples so hard; my pussy so wet for you!"
"Wu - who - you - wh- uh - me?"
"Feel my nipples pressing into the palm of your hand; and think about what you've done to me! And how you owe me relief!" With that, she pulled him to his feet - and towards the EXIT!
"Per-FESH-unull!" Xavier hissed through clenched teeth in warning at his charge. But Ginger didn't even hear him - not surprising; given this working girl's aggressive approach.
Oh what the well; the kid had cash to burn, so this could also be a learning experience. Maybe it was time to cash it in. In about an hour, miss hot-thang would demand cash - he'd be shocked, and a lesson would be learned. They'd talk all about it tomorrow.
"I know what you do," Came a familiar voice from behind, once the groping couple had slipped out the back.
He'd had this discussion before.
"Look Pumpkin, I'm not making any promises I can't keep - it's all legal. Not like you're one to talk!" He rolled his eyes.
"Because you think I'm a Prostitute? That was my mistake, I realize." He arched an eyebrow. "You... Xavier Cecilman, you've made a career coaching men that can't find love - teaching them new ways to speak and carry themselves so that women will be impressed."
He raised a finger, prepared to defend himself and his business model.
"I want to be your next client."
"Say what?"
