This story is a fantasy, and my first experiment in writing in the third person. Please leave feedback and if you like it I will publish part two.
As the doorman opened the cab door she felt his gaze sweep from her 4-inch heels up her ankles, calves and to her well-toned thighs. She saw him catch himself and immediately shift his eyes to meet hers.
“Good evening, Miss. Welcome to the Grosvenor House Hotel”.
She smiled.
“Hello”.
After paying the driver she walked the few steps to the door of the hotel which was opened for her by the same scurrying doorman. He was in his thirties, tall with short, dark, neat hair and broad-chested. He smiled and she smiled back. She knew without looking back that his eyes would follow her across the lobby, mentally undressing her the whole way, but she didn’t mind; she had become used to the admiring and sometimes overtly lustful looks that her recently-found confidence attracted from men – and even from women. And this evening’s outfit was more daring than usual owing to the explicit instructions she had received in advance. The heels were a little higher than she was accustomed to but she loved the way they elongated her legs. The black stockings were almost part of her regular uniform but the suspender belt holding them up was a sexy new addition to her wardrobe. The short ,tight black skirt barely concealed the lacy stocking tops, and she wondered for a moment if the doorman had got a flash of creamy thigh as he opened the cab door. The thought gave her a tingle as she wondered if he was getting aroused watching her cross the lobby. She hoped he was – her own panties were already soaked at the prospect of tonight’s meeting. Her long black woollen overcoat reached down as far as her knees and was buttoned up from her waist to her neck. Underneath she wore a tight black bustier that showed off her ample cleavage and black lace bra to match the wet silk and lace panties. She felt sexy and powerful – almost predatory - as she strode purposefully across the lobby and up the stairs to the bar.
Pausing in the doorway she did a quick scan; eight customers, so very quiet even for a Tuesday night. A middle-aged couple in one corner, obviously dressed for the theatre or opera, a group of five fifty-something businessmen engaged in deep discussion and a lone guy perched awkwardly on a chrome and leather stool at the bar with a glass of champagne and a newspaper. She glanced at her watch – she still had twenty minutes, which was good as George liked her to be punctual. She turned around and headed to the ladies room.
Once inside the stall she stepped out of her panties and placed them in her small handbag. She allowed her fingers to stray between her legs – she loved the feeling of her freshly waxed pussy; the smooth skin around her pussy lips was so sensitive to her touch and she really hoped her client was in the mood to eat her. To be fair to him he usually was if she had given him what he wanted. After she had slowly and sensuously sucked his cock and brought him to a shuddering eruption in her mouth he would spend ages between her thighs teasing her with his fingers and his tongue and giving her as many orgasms as she could stand until he was hard enough to fuck her. And sometimes that would take quite a while. As her fingers slipped between her lips she was suddenly breathlessly aware how horny she was, how ready for what tonight would bring. She sat on the loo seat and rubbed her clit for a few moments.
She thought about the first time she had done this, and how nervous she had felt. She had felt so bad before meeting him she wanted to throw up and run away, but somehow she had resisted the urge. She remembered how stiffly and reluctantly she had undressed, and how she could barely stand to touch him. But she had thought of the wad of money in her handbag – more cash than she had ever held – and had sucked him with her eyes closed pretending he was someone else. And when he came she had swallowed it all, trying not to gag, and he had told her how good she was and how he would like to see her next time he was in town. Then he pulled a robe on and asked her if she would like a drink before she left and she felt elated that her ordeal was over. As she had walked to the lift she thought about what she had just done – she had gone to a stranger’s hotel room and he had paid her more than a month’s wages to give him a blowjob. And she loved to give blowjobs anyway. But he had paid her to do it and it hadn’t been as bad as she had thought – in fact she had enjoyed being on her knees in front of him while he watched her. She realised it made her feel slutty and dirty, but at the same time powerful and…dare she even think it…very horny. She had also realised at that moment that she was soaking wet and needed relief. She had walked out of the lift, found the nearest ladies room and once in the stall she had fingered herself to an urgent and amazing orgasm in just a few moments, her fingers strumming her clit as she thought about her client exploding in her mouth.
She had given her second client a blowjob too, but instead of coming in her skilled mouth he wanted her to ride his huge cock and she had her own powerful orgasm on his cock before he pushed her to her knees so he could force himself deep into her throat to come. Her breakthrough moment came with her third client when he had asked her to touch herself while sucking him. She had been so reluctant at first because she had never masturbated with anyone else watching, but he had told her in graphic detail what he wanted her to do – where to touch herself and how – and how turned on he was watching her that she had started to enjoy herself. And then, more than just enjoyment, she realised she could make herself come almost at will with a cock in her mouth, and in doing so make him come too from the sexiness and naughtiness of what she was doing. She found this worked on every client and she used her new-found skill to establish a small, discrete and very lucrative client base of wealthy international businessmen who would request only her whenever they were in London as they were so turned on by her sexy and very naughty performances. She typically serviced one or two clients each month and was starting to put aside a very nice little secret nest-egg. She had kept her job of course – it was a great cover and meant she didn’t have to explain her monthly trips to London to her husband as anything other than training courses.
So back in the moment, in the plush bathroom of the deluxe hotel, she felt the first waves of her orgasm approaching. She idly wondered if she should be doing this before meeting him, but then her own hunger took over and she braced herself as her furious fingers tipped her over the edge.