18:20pm
Right on time.
My heels click nicely as I strut purposefully along the polished marble floor, I nod to the concierge as he approaches me.
‘May I take your bag Madame’ he asks lightly, as if he didn’t know who I was. I look at him with a raised eyebrow, smoothing my dark hair back in its sleek pony tail I drop the black leather Gucci travel case on the floor next to me. The noise echoes through the lobby and I see numerous eyes turn to look at the scene.
‘Well, that’s your job isn’t it? Next time I will be less than impressed if I have to wait for you to ask.’ I reply curtly as I walk away from him towards the silver sliding doors of the elevator. I can hear him walking briskly behind me to catch up, muttering under his breath.
I don’t like it when people try to be discreet about my profession. I don’t like it when they freely advertise it either. Common people are not my forte, I don’t mix with them – certainly don’t allow them to make small talk with me, because small talk involves big questions of who what where when and why. And if you really have to ask me those questions, then you are either ignorant or you have no money. I am a business woman, and I like to save my minutes for those who can afford them.
The elevator doors slide open noiselessly; the concierge waits for me to step in before entering himself and pressing floor 48. I look at him carefully; he has dark hair, clean shaven and brown eyes…nice olive complexion. I’m starting to gain interest in this young man, which is unusual – its rare I look at the opposite sex out of personal lust at any rate.
I clear my throat.
‘Are there cameras in this lift?’ I ask him pointedly. He looks at me with surprise, ‘no ma’am, this elevator is used strictly for those of a higher class, and cameras have been extricated to give clients privacy’
Extricated? A smile plays in the corner of my mouth, well well, a young man with a vocabulary. Now I’m really interested. I position myself so my hand rests just above the control panel and I lean in close, close enough so he can feel my breath on his neck as I speak – ‘do you know who I am?’ I say in low tones, smooth as silk, rich as chocolate, enough to arouse a man incapable of having an erection. Boldly he turns his face to look at me, piercing my eyes with his clear brown stare, ‘everyone knows who you are, Madame’
My hand slams down on the elevators emergency stop button and we slide abruptly to a halt. I roughly push him back into the wall of the compartment, one hand gripping his throat while the other expertly seeks out his wallet in his pants pocket. The concierge makes choking sounds with my fingers in a vice lock on his neck, constricting his airway just enough to make him panic but not enough to kill him. Flipping open his wallet I survey his I.D. card. ‘ Jonathan Ruric’ is his name , hmm 21 years of age…not quite as young as I thought, although I already realised that with his extended vocabulary.
I tighten my grip
‘No, you have absolutely no idea who I am, Jonathan baby. I can make you writhe and moan and cry out with pleasure. Alternatively, I can make you wish you your family ended three generations back. I don’t want to do that though, especially not to such a fine specimen as yourself’ I loosened my grip a little and allowed him more oxygen; lifting his key card I dangled it in his face.
‘I don’t know where you got this Jonathan baby, but its mine now, I know you’re not a concierge but now that we’ve gotten acquainted I’d like you to stick around – run some errands for me. Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll triple it, with some bonuses…’ I wink at him and move my hand down to rest between his legs, lightly massaging him and feeling his shaft grow. ‘Oh, and one other thing’ I purr into his ear, grabbing him firm enough to make him wince, ‘don’t try to fuck me over, cos you really don’t know who I am, but now I know who you are, and I can track you quite easily’
I let go of him and step back, smoothing my hair and admiring my handiwork.