A Client

[Otto26]

Okay. Client: Maxwell Chomsky, fourty-two years old, in good health and condition, inherited his wealth and has spent his life slowly spending it on charities, art, and fast living. In town for the opening night of Idomeneo and wants an escort who can walk the red carpet and make intelligent conversation as well as fucking like a sex-crazed weasel.

We'll keep it fairly short, just the evening, and I consider I'm pretty easy to write with, if somewhat controlling. PM me if you're interested.

 

[sierrahughes]

OOC: Will be glad to take this up, but got to head out for the time being. If any of the other ladies are interested please don't let me stop you!

 

[Otto26]

I've had two expressions of interest, but no actual writing. PM me if you're interested.

 

[Candywine]

OOC: Sorry hadn't written yet, but couldn't find the thread. I'm assuming that I said her name was Candace, like usual, so I will play it from there.

Candace was waiting at her apartment for the car to pick her up for the big formal that night. She knew that she was hired by a man of some means, and that she was meant to be not only a showpiece, but someone that could hold a decent conversation, and look good on the red carpet. She smiled at herself in the mirror, dressed in a designer black evening gown, with 2 inch heels that made her look great. She dabbed a bit of perfume on her neck, and checked her makeup once more, before heading downstairs to wait. She didn't have to wait long, and thanked the driver before getting into the back, and heading off to the next great adventure here.

 

[sierrahughes]

OOC: There you go, your lovely escort. Have fun you guys. I'll pop by for a quick read now and then.

 

[Otto26]

Max picked up the phone. "Chomsky," he answered.

"Mr. Chomsky, this is the concierge's desk. Your car and escort are waiting in front of the hotel, sir."

"Thank you, I'll be down in a minute," he replied and hung up the phone. He checked the fit of his tuxedo in the mirror and then walked out the door. A concierge was waiting near the elevators and rushed over when he got off, walking beside him towards the door.

"The escort is as you requested, Mr. Chomsky, and she'll be billed through the hotel. There's a stand-by jet at the airfield, simply call us or the airfield directly and it will be ready to depart in half an hour. Of course, we'd rather have you come back to the hotel for the night if that works with your schedule."

"I really don't know what I'm going to be doing next," Max told the man. "I'll go ahead and thank you for your hospitality now, just in case."

"Of course, Mr. Chomsky. Always a pleasure to have you in the inn."

A valet opened the door to the car and Max climbed in. He took a moment to examine the woman sitting across from him. Her dress was black and well made. It appeared to be cut above the knee and slits on either side ran up to her hip. The man that managed to tear his eyes away from that sight would, inevitably, find his eyes captured by the startling amount of cleavage the dress revealed. 'A D-cup,' Max thought, 'if she was wearing a bra.' He didn't think she was, though. Max had seen a lot of breasts in his time, so he had no problem continuing upward to her face. Intelligent blue eyes framed by golden hair completed the picture.

"Maxwell Chomsky," he said with a smile and an extended hand. "And you are?"

 

[Candywine]

Candace smiled as the man in the tux got into the car. He looked really good, she thought, and she smiled at him. "Candace MacIntyre, nice to meet you Mr. Chomskey. I hope that I'm what you expected." She smiled as she offered her hand to him.

 

[Otto26]

"You're exactly what I hoped for, Candace," he assured her and gave her hand a quick kiss before releasing it and sitting back.

"I don't know if the Concierge warned you, but I'm a little bit notorious in certain circles. You might have heard of me, the tabloids christened me 'Maximum Max' back before you were out of diapers. I was young and stupid and very, very rich and I made a tremendous ass of myself on more occasions than I care to remember. I'm older and still rich so now they say I'm eccentric. You're going to help me indulge in one of my eccentricities this evening. We're going to the opera, Mozart's Idomeneo. Do you enjoy opera, Candace?"

 

[Candywine]

Candace smiled and nodded. "I love the Opera, in fact I have done a couple of them myself, back in college. I have heard of this one, and have heard that it is a good one. Do you know whether it will be in the original language, or in English? I like both versions of Opera, but I find that they lose some of the meaning when they go to English over the original." She smiled as she sat there, legs crossed and enjoying the company of the older man who seemed to be still quite good looking for someone almost twice her age. She had always had a thing for older men, and with him being rich also, you never know what will happen.

 

[Otto26]

"In fact, I find most Opera to be boring beyond belief. Tedious, mind-numbing plots with holes you could drive a truck through. If it wasn't for the occasional brilliant piece of music and singing I'd detest the whole affair. Idomeneo is a prime example of the genre, based as it is on Greek legend. The Olympian legends always struck me as inbred trailer park domestic drama with the addition of magic powers. But... this is Mozart, in the original Italian, with a talented cast and the opening night. I always attend opening night."

Max relaxed into the seat and enjoyed the view, her crossed legs were exposing a considerable amount of smooth flesh and he openly admired her.

"I think you'll enjoy it. But tell me a little about yourself, Candace."

 

[Candywine]

"What would you like to know Maxwell? I'm relatively young, at 25 and as you can see, quite well in shape. I love Opera, especially in the original language, camping, cooking, which I might prove to you with one of my Itallian dishes one night. I also love to sit by the fire with a good book in a pair of pj's and a glass of wine, but I can also dress up for a night on the town, as you can see. While I am comfortable dressed like this, you will more than likely find me in faded blue jeans and a t-shirt, just being lazy. How about yourself, what can you tell me about Maxwell Chumskey that the press and the Paparazzi don't know, what's your private dreams?"

 

[Otto26]

Max laughed. "I'm a public figure, Candace, I don't have privacy. Not that it's particularly necessary for my life. My grandfather and father worked very hard to make a great deal of money. When I inherited the money I debated the merits of hard work and the appeals of a life of leisure and I chose the latter. I'm living my dream, Candace. I give money to worthy causes, I travel, I sponsor artists that I consider promising and I generally do as I please. I don't have a hidden agenda. I long ago declared my intentions to live well, die broke, and leave the world a little bit better than I found."

"Things the media don't know....?" he pondered aloud. "Truly, I'm damned if I can think of a thing, Candace. Between my time in the press and two tell-all books by former girlfriends I can't think of anything that hasn't seen the light of day. You should be aware that I'm very controlling, but I'm told I'm pleasant about it," he said.

A buzzer went off next to his ear and pushed a button on the door. "Yes?"

"We're third in line for the carpet, sir. They say it's a quiet crowd, a few photographers and a pool camera crew from one of the local stations."

"Thank you," he replied to the driver and released the button.

"It's a short walk inside. I doubt there will be any questions from the press but if there are, just pretend you didn't hear them. Smile and wave; the managment will escort us straight to my box," he said with a faintly mischievious smile.

 

[Candywine]

Candace nodded, knowing how to work the Red Carpet, she has done it a time or two before. She was one of the best eye candy girls for the jet set in this town, and she was paid good for it. She knew how to work it, and also how to make her dates look good. She dressed the part, and lived well for it. "I'm not worried about the press, and neither should you be. You will have one of the most beautiful women in the world on your arm, and one that will hold her head hi. As for you being controlling, I like being controlled in some ways. Now as for tell all books, I find that what happens between the sheets, stays between the sheets." She smiled at him, uncrossing her legs, revealing a bit more inner thigh, and then crossed them again, IE as a Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, but with a shorter more revealing dress on.

 

[Otto26]

"Well, you get better and better, Candace," Max said. The car rolled slowly to a stop and a valet opened the door. Max stepped out and extended his hand, assisting Candace and her display of leg from the car. Standing in her heels she was good two inches taller than he was, but he didn't mind that in the least. A beautiful woman taller than he was, was just part of the image. The cameras began to flash and one of the house staff appeared at his elbow.

"Mr. Chomsky! We're glad you could make it, sir. If you'll follow me, we have your box prepared."

Max smiled, 'Quickly ushered out of sight.' It gave him a warm feeling and he smiled at the cameras and gave them a quick wave, hesitating just long enough to make the man nervous before following him inside. Candace, holding onto his arm, followed.

"That was good, Candace. Just the right amount of flesh and smile," he complimented her as they walked up the grand, central staircase to the second floor. The staff-member unlocked the box and opened the door. He preceded them inside and set the key down on a table.

"I'll have a waiter come up to take your order, sir," he said and then bowed himself out of the room.

Max took a look around at the new decorations and laughed happily at the nearly completely drawn curtains.

"They remembered! How flattering."

He walked over and began adjusting the curtains so that only the stage would be visible and the interior of the box would be hidden from almost everyone but the orchestra and the actors.

"Go ahead and take your dress off, Candace," he called back over his shoulder.

 

[Candywine]

Candace smiled. She knew that this was going to happen, and she had always put a little bit more into her bill just for this case. She smiled at him, and slipped out of her dress, now only dressed in a tiny black thong and her heels. She stepped up behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist, placing her hands strategically below the belt, giving him a small squeeze. "Hmm, nice from what I can feel. So are you really going to watch the Opera, or are you going to take advantage of this nubile young body. Oh by the way, I expect this on all these, so I make certain that no unwanted surprises come up, if you know what I mean." She smiled as she slid around his body, giving him a great view of her body on display.

 

[Otto26]

Max chuckled as she slid herself around in front of him. He took a long, admiring look at her body, but it was the wicked look in her eyes that truly caught his attention. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him. His hands dropped to her ass, cupping the firm demi-globes, softly squeezing them. Her lips were less than a finger's width from his and her breasts were pressed against his chest.

"An old bull and a young bull were sitting on a hill-top. The young bull, full of vigor, looks at the old bull and says 'Say, let's run down the hill and fuck a cow.' The old bull looks back at the youngster and says 'Tell you what, why don't we walk down the hill and fuck them all?' It's a three hour performance with two intermissions, Candace, I'm going to watch the opera and take advantage of your nubile young body."

He could feel her breath on his lips and he was moving forward to taste them when there was a discrete coughing from the doorway.

"A bottle of Knob Creek, a bucket of ice, and a bowl of cashews, please," ordered quietly, not budging in the slightest from his position with Candace. "And for you, Candace?"

 

[Candywine]

"That's fine with me, but can we get a can of whipped cream also please." She smiled at the attendant, not caring that she was pretty much naked. "So you going to bend me over the edge of the balcony, fucking me as we watch the Opera, making me cum over and over again as the show goes on. It sounds so kinky, that I like it."

 

[Otto26]

Max laughed in delight.

"I don't think I could write a check large enough to placate their outrage if we did that. No," he said as he ushered her to a seat, "I think we'll exercise a touch more discretion. I'm not as foolish as I once was."

He sat down in the chair next to her and pointed out into the orchestra seats.

"That's actually what this is about. I became a patron of the arts here. Nineteen years ago I was here on opening night with a young woman. We were discussing a scene during the intermission and it came out that she was a submissive. I didn't believe her and she told me to test her. It took me a little bit, but during the next scene I leaned over and told her to give me a hand job."

He smiled at the memory.

"It wasn't a particularly good hand job, but that didn't matter to me. The experience... Breathtaking. It was a little embarassing when security showed up after the show. The poor girl was ready to burst into tears and I was having a hard time not laughing. So I wrote them a check. I can only excuse myself for writing a very large check by pointing out that I was in a very good mood. And after they got the check the management were in a very good mood too."

"And that's how I got my start as a patron of the arts."

The waiter came into the box and set down the items they had ordered, the can of whipped cream last. He gave Candace a sidelong stare as he backed out of the box.

"And now, every opening night, I put in an appearance and draw the curtains. People talk, they look at the curtains and wonder. I enjoy that."

He reached out and stroked her shoulder as the orchestra began to play.

 

[Candywine]

Candace purred when he stroked her shoulder. "You are more than likely going to get very lucky tonight sir." She then reached over and grabbed the whipping cream, shook it up, and squirted it all over her tits. "Hmm, seems like I made a mess, care to clean me up sir?" She looked at him with wide innocent eyes, but with a smirk behind them.

 

[Otto26]

Max pulled Candace's arm. He didn't have to pull very hard at all; she responded instantly to his tug and slid across the armrest until she was sitting across his lap. With one hand in her hair he bent her back to better expose her breasts. He lowered his lips to her stunning flesh and very slowly began to lick the whipped cream from her chest.

His unoccupied hand wandered, exploring her belly and thighs before dipping between them to softly stroke her through the fabric of her thong.