Amber strutted into the swanky downtown nightclub, her stilettos clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. At 28, she had the body of a goddess - voluptuous curves in all the right places, wrapped in a skintight black dress and covered by a red leather jacket. Amber was no stranger to the nightlife scene. She knew how to work a room, how to make heads turn with just a coy smile and a toss of her raven hair.

"Evening, darlin'," the bouncer greeted with a familiar wink, ushering her inside past the line of hopefuls waiting in the cold autumn air. Inside, the pulsing electronic beat and strobe lights assaulted the senses. Bartenders in crisp shirts and suspenders mixed craft cocktails with rhythmic precision. Beautiful people in their designer finest sipped on $15 drinks, the clinking of ice and laughter mingling with the music.

Amber sidled up to the bar, catching the eye of an attractive black older gentleman nursing a scotch. He looked to be in his late 40s, distinguished, with salt-and-pepper hair and an expensive tailored suit. The type who clearly had money. She could spot them a mile away.

"Well, hello there," Amber purred, sliding into the seat next to him. "I'm Amber. Can I buy you a drink?"

The man turned, eyeing her up and down with an appreciative smile. "I think I'd prefer to buy you one, as a matter of fact. Martini, two vodka tonics," he called to the bartender. "The name's Isaiah."

Amber ordered her drink and turned back to Isaiah, crossing her legs. "So what brings a handsome man like you out tonight? Looking for a little excitement?"

Isaiah chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Something like that. I'm in town for business and thought I'd paint the town red. Though I have to say, the scenery has certainly improved now that you're here."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Amber giggled, taking a sip of her drink. They made pleasant small talk, exchanging flirtatious banter back and forth. Isaiah seemed charming, successful… and very interested. After a few rounds, Amber decided to go in for the kill.

"You know, Isaiah, I have a little proposition for you..." she purred, running a manicured nail down his suit jacket.

"Oh? I'm intrigued," Isaiah said with a smirk. "Lay it on me."

"I'm what they call an 'escort'. In other words, I fuck rich older men like you for a living. Ten thousand dollars gets you me for the night. Interested?"

Isaiah blinked in surprise at her forwardness. "You've got balls, I'll give you that."

Amber smirked. "Among other things. So what do you say? You up for a night of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams with the hottest escort in the city?"

The two locked eyes, the air between them electric with unspoken promise. Isaiah slowly grinned. "I'm in. I'll have my assistant wire the money. But I have one condition..."

"I'm listening."

"You have to wear that dress. I'm a sucker for short dresses."

Amber returned his smile wickedly. "Deal."

Three hours later, Amber led Isaiah by the hand into the upscale hotel suite he had booked for the night. The penthouse had a stunning view of the glittering city skyline. Soft jazz played from the stereo. The bed was covered in red silk sheets and rose petals. Lit candles flickered from every corner.

"My, how romantic," Amber purred, slipping out of her stilettos. "I like a man who doesn't waste any time."

Isaiah kicked the door shut behind them with a hungry gleam in his eye. In one smooth motion, he tossed Amber onto the bed. Before she could react, he was on her, his mouth crashing against hers in a searing kiss. Amber moaned into it, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his huge erection straining against his slacks, promising a night of hard, rough, animalistic sex. Just how she liked it.

Isaiah made quick work of her dress, ripping it off with a swift yank. He took a moment to admire her body, all dangerous curves and smooth skin, clad only in a black lacy bra and thong. "Fuck, you're stunning," he growled. "Built to be fucked."

"Then why don't you fuck me already?" Amber hissed back, reaching behind to unclasp her bra. "I want that big cock of yours skin to skin."

Isaiah needed no further encouragement. He freed his massive 11-inch black monster and pounced on Amber, taking her right there on the bed. He pounded into her mercilessly, grunting with the effort. Amber screamed in ecstasy, her body quaking from his powerful thrusts. She was reminded of the time she had been so thoroughly used before.

They fucked for hours, barely stopping for breath. He took her doggy style, bent over the edge of the bed, on her back, legs thrown over his shoulders. He even fucked her in the ass, stretching her tight hole open on his girthy shaft. Through it all, he never lost his hard-on, his stamina seemingly endless. By the time they finally collapsed in a sweaty heap around 10:30 am, Amber was completely and utterly destroyed.

"Fuck," she panted, sprawling out on the destroyed bed. "That was incredible. I don't think I can walk straight for a week."

Isaiah propped himself up on an elbow, looking immensely satisfied. "Damn. Worth every penny." He reached for his wallet, pulling out a stack of bills. "Oh, and here's a little tip. You've more than earned it."

Amber took the money with a wink, slipping it into her purse. "I do aim to please. Thanks for the business, Isaiah. You know where to find me next time you're in town."

"I certainly do," Isaiah said with a smirk. "I'll be seeing you again very soon. That's a promise."

He kissed her one last time, hard and deep, before getting dressed to leave. Amber watched him go with a sated sigh. As she stretched out her well-used body against the soft sheets, she couldn't help but smile. It was good to be her. And Isaiah had better watch out, she thought wickedly. She had a feeling he was going to be a very regular client from now on.