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“Fresh strawberries with melted chocolate and a bottle Moet,” he announced in a grand way.
“Oh, wow,” I said as I searched the room for my purse.
I slipped him a ten-dollar bill and giggled as he closed the door behind himself.
“Shit, I could really get used to living lovely like this!” I plucked one of the juiciest looking strawberries and dipped it into the bowl of melted chocolate. I bit into it and savored the flavor.
An hour later, I stumbled over to the bed. I had indulged in too much champagne and I knew I needed to pull myself together before Douglas arrived. I was glad Sasha suggested the earlier check-in.
By the time Douglas knocked on the door, I was still hanging on to a nice little buzz. I leaned against the open door wearing a simple but elegant Donna Karen silk slip dress. The fine fabric felt so good against my skin.
Douglas was a big man, with great taste in clothes. He was wearing a tailored tuxedo that looked like it may have been made specifically for his body. “You must be Stacy,” he said.
I thought about correcting him, but I wasn’t sure what Sasha had told him, so I figured I’d be Stacy tonight. “And you must be Douglas. Please, come in,” I said and I moved to the side so he could come into the room. He looked around and I could tell he was impressed.
“Ah, this is nice,” he said as his eyes rolled over my body. “Real nice,” he added.
“So where are we going tonight?” I asked.
“Excuse me?” he asked looking a little confused.
“I was asking where we were going tonight.” I repeated. “I was under the impression that we were going out for the evening.”
“Oh, that stuffy affair,” Douglas said and took a seat in a chair by the window. “I showed my face and snuck out to see you,” he said, his pudgy cheeks broke into deep-set dimples when he smiled.
“Oh?” I wasn’t sure what to say or do.
He used thick fingers to tug at his bowtie. In my mind I had prepared myself for polite conversation over a nice meal at his stuffy affair, maybe even some dancing. I thought I’d have enough time to think through what I had to do and get myself motivated over drinks. But Douglas made it clear the only thing he had on his mind was getting me out of the dress as quickly as possible.
I looked at Douglas again. Although his clothes fit him well, Douglas was shaped like a pear. He wasn’t exactly the type of man that I found particularly attractive. But that was something I would have to get used to if I wanted to get paid in this business. I thought back to my experience with The One. Being with him was easy because he was fine as hell. This was going to be a bit harder.
I started thinking about the kind of man I wished Douglas was, and that’s when I noticed I was getting wet. Visions of being loved by my faceless man flashed through my head and I zoned Douglas completely out.
“So, what do you think about that?”
I snapped out of my wishful thinking and shook my head. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I said you should come over and sit on my face so I can suck you dry,” he repeated without as much as a flinch or stutter.
I hesitated.
“Oh.” He held up one of his fat fingers. Douglas pealed his jacket off, quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and stepped out of his wing tip shoes. He then dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash I hadn’t seen since my nights at the club.
He quickly peeled off several bills and held them out toward me. “I guess once we get this out of the way, we can get down to business.”
I looked at the cash then up at him.
“I know this isn’t a freebee, so let’s cut the theatrics and get to it,” he said in a cold, no-nonsense fashion.
I took the bills from his hand, careful not to snatch them, and placed them on a nearby table. I fought the urge to count as I turned and tried to lead him into the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I thought you wanted me in the room,” I offered.
He held out his hand. “Nah”-he shook his head and extended his arms to me-“why don’t you come over here?”
The instant I walked over to Douglas, he snatched up my dress, ripped off my panties, bent me over the edge of the couch and was about to ram himself into me when I said, “Condom.”
