A new arrangement (closed for Sidney_1)

[MidnightWalk]

Andrew Brandt looked into the mirror, brushing his hair back with his fingers. The dark brown hair, shot through with a bit of grey, settled back into place. Clear brown eyes stared back at him as his hand moved to his jaw, tracing over the closely trimmed circle beard, freshly reshaped from shaving just a few minutes ago. Personal grooming was the foundation to a good impression. That was a central tenet to his personal success. He straightened the collar of his blue on blue striped shirt, smoothing the fabric down to his khaki trousers. He nodded in satisfaction. Presentable.

Turning from the mirror, he glanced at the printout on the side table. A pretty brunette young woman, "Jessica Foster". His latest partner from Gold Card Enterprises. A new girl, new to him, she was due to his home in less than a half hour. Andrew briefly considered his association with Gold Card. Having spent his youth in business, working his way up the various corporate ladders, before starting his own company and scrambling to make it the success that it was today, he'd never taken time for a family, or for romantic interests. He found now, at 52 years old, he considered himself too old and out of practice for dating. Hence, Gold Card Enterprises. He knew many people wouldn't appreciate him employing what was effectively a high class call service, but then, he didn't much care what others thought of him, personally.

Gold Card provided women who were charming, attractive and sexually willing. It was simple as that. Every so often, he would call and request a new companion, or a repeat companion for an evening out, or sometimes just an evening in, scratching his itches. Since employing Gold Card, Ms. Foster would be his 6th escort. The other women had been interesting, intelligent and fun, and he assumed that Ms. Foster would be as well. He planned to suggest an evening in...getting almost directly to the "itch scratching" to see how she reacted to it. Some of the women sometimes expected to go out first, though the end of the evening was never in doubt. He'd see with this one.

Checking the time again, Andrew made his way downstairs, going to the kitchen, picking out a couple wine glasses and a nice bottle of a domestic pinot noir that one of his clients had recommended. These he carried into the living room, setting them on the table, opening the bottle to let it breathe.

Seating himself on the leather sofa, Andrew gathered up a folder of reports that he meant to read over the weekend. No time like the present, he thought. While waiting, might as well get some work done. He flipped through the pages, appreciating the thoroughness of his new analyst.

 

[Sidney_1]

Jessie shook her hands vigorously, willing the thumping in her heart to stop.

Here she was on Mr. Brandt’s doorstep, after being approved for entry by his gatekeeper. He was only her third client. Despite her nerves, she found the job –having her rent being covered from one interlude- well. . . alluring. Her prior two clients couldn’t have been more different in what they wanted from her.

One of them had mostly paraded her around his company party and had introduced her as a “special” partner and consultant. The second one had wanted her to masturbate, just until she was about to orgasm, and then requested that she beg him to fuck her. He had fucked her slowly, with soft dirty talk and groans throughout. Eventually, he had ploughed into her and cried out with such intensity and sweat that she wondered how long it had been for him. . . He had requested her again, but Jesse felt a bit uneasy and had declined for now.

It was good business for Gold. Most clients would still pay for other girls with the hopes that their favorites would be available at another time.

Jessie had worn a simple black and white dress. White on the top, black from her ribs down. White bra, black underwear, if you could call it underwear. The agency encouraged nice lingerie and had fitted her for some basics. Mr. Brandt hadn’t specified if they’d be going out, so Jessie had dressed up just in case. She knew ultimately it was going to be about their chemistry. . . their emotional and sexual chemistry. . .and how well she could satisfy his desires, moreso than her first outfit.

Jessie took a deep breath and hoped that she could connect with Mr. Brandt. Confidence and the ability to ooze sexiness and enthusiasm were very important. She had enjoyed the challenge.

Jessie fluffed her long brown hair and rang the doorbell. Her stomach fluttered with excitement at the idea of meeting a new client.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Having been notified by the gate that his guest had arrived, Andrew was not surprised when the doorbell rang. He checked his watch...five minutes early. He was predisposed to like this young woman already. Being on time was the sign of an orderly mind...and order often led to discretion, which was important to her line of work, and good for him.

Standing, he moved to the front door, pulling it open. He smiled as he saw the young woman standing before him. A lovely young brunette, just like her picture indicated. His eyes flicked over her quickly. Understated makeup emphasized her good looks, just like the two tone dress emphasized her lush form. Everything that he'd been promised.

"Welcome." Andrew extended a hand to the young woman. "I'm Andrew, and I presume you're Jessica? It's a very great pleasure to meet you. Please come in and make yourself comfortable." Squeezing her hand warmly, he gently pulled her forward. "You look very lovely."

 

[Sidney_1]

Jessica returned Mr. Brandt’s handshake and nodded in confirmation.

“Yes, I’m Jessica. Thank you, I’m glad I meet your expectations. You look handsome as well, and I look forward to spending some time with you.”

Mr. Brandt was dressed more casually than herself, but he was clearly well-groomed and had a calm demeanor. He was an attractive man- brown eyes and brown hair with a bit of a wave- and although he appeared to be in good shape, Jessica assumed he was nearly double her age.

Mr. Brandt dropped her hand and led her down a hallway to a living area. She could sense his eyes taking in her form.

 

[MidnightWalk]

"This way," he said, leading her down the short hall to the living room. Escorting her into the nicely furnished room, Andrew indicated the cluster of chairs and sofa facing a large screen TV against one wall. "Please, make yourself at home," he repeated, gesturing to the plush beige leather sofa. The handcrafted coffee table in front of it held the bottle of wine and the glasses.

Andrew waited for Jessica to seat herself, then bent to pour wine into the glasses, carefully pouring even amounts into each. Smiling, he sat at the opposite end of the sofa from her. "I don't know your taste in wine, but I think you'll find this one agreeable enough. California has produced some amazing vintages over the last few decades, and I find I prefer them for consumption at home." He waved his hand at her glass, but didn't presume to hand it to her. If she wasn't a drinker, or didn't like wine, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He did take up his own, taking a sip from it. Having a new companion was always difficult at first. Everyone knew what they were there for, but breaking the ice could be tough.

"So, did you find your way here easily enough? It's a bit off the beaten path, even for a gated community." He smiled...he and his neighbors did prize their privacy, hence the gate and gatekeepers.

 

[Sidney_1]

Jessica arranged a pillow behind her so that she was sitting upright. She cupped the wine glass and warmed it in her hand. After a moment, she felt comfortable enough to slip out of her shoes.

She had been told that men have all different fantasies, but heels enhance most of them by forcing the ass and breasts – the female form - to be thrust into sexy, exaggerated curves. Jessica knew she could always slip her shoes back on if things got kinkier.

“Yes, you are off the beaten path, Mr. Brandt. But, the agency made certain that I had directions. Being tardy is unacceptable; we have very high standards as you know.”

Jessica took a sip of the red wine.

“Mmm, nice. I’ve never tried a wine like this. Makes me feel good and relaxed. So, this time is for you, Mr. Brandt. Is there a special kink that you’d like to explore or would you like me to just take the lead and give you what I think would turn you on?”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Andrew smiled, chuckling. "Oh, I'm very aware of Gold Card's standards. You're not my first...visitor. It's why I keep returning to them, when I have need to. Standards, and very attractive, intelligent women."

Andrew looked over Jessica's seated form. It amused him that she so quickly took him a his word - making herself comfortable, kicking off her shoes. He wasn't really into feet, but she had nicely formed feet, and unless he missed his guess, her toenails were polished the same color as he fingernails. Good attention to detail.

"I'm glad you like the wine. I always make sure that my wine cooler has at least a dozen bottles of it" He tipped the glass up again, sipping, eyes on the young woman. He traced her rounded curves, seeing everything he approved of. Andrew's eyes widened and crinkled as she made her pitch. "Well now...I have to say that's a first. It's probably pretty crass to speak of your predecessors, but I have to say that none of them were quite as outspoken as you are. Not so quickly, anyway."

Setting his glass down, Andrew leaned back against the arm of the sofa. Spreading his arms, "I place myself in your capable hands. And please, call me Andrew." Smiling, he put his hands down on the sofa, to either side, watching her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Jessica blushed.

“I apologize if I’m too forward. I was just trying to be respectful of your time. I’m still new to this . . . work.”

Jessica paused and took a large sip of her wine. She wondered about her predecessors. How they initiated contact with the client.

“Okay, since you don’t seem to be in a rush, let’s just continue with some light conversation until you’re ready for something else. How long have you lived here? It’s so quiet and peaceful.”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Andrew stared at the young attractive woman. He'd have to look into how long she'd been doing this. The change in attitude and direction was...peculiar. It was like turning a water faucet from hot to cool all at once. He gazed at her for several minutes, expressionless.

Slowly, he reached again for his wine glass, taking another sip. "Well then, what shall we talk about?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Jessica shrugged, but knew not to repeat her question. If Andrew had ignored her initial question, perhaps it wasn’t very compelling as a topic.

Although she wasn’t shy, she suddenly felt lost with this man. She tried to ignore the knot in her stomach.

“Let’s start with easy topics. How about your favorites. If you were going to order a pizza. . .what is your favorite topping/style? You can answer and then ask me anything that you’d like. . .”