Bought and Paid For (closed)

wideeyedone

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Jenna was waiting in the hotel room. It was a very nice hotel, one of the nicest she had been in. Being a call girl working for Pavel was a big step up from working a corner. Pavel was much better than the guy he had bought her from. Pavel made sure she had nice clothes and looked like she belonged in a ritzy hotel.

Tonight it was a new client. Pavel told her to make sure this new fellow was very happy. He could be a repeat customer with money to spend. Her long dark hair was loose and soft around her face. Her makeup was minimal and classy. She was wearing a simple black cocktail dress.

She was always a little nervous when she had a new client. Even though Pavel screened clients, sometimes a creep would get past and one of the girls would get beaten black or blue, or a guy might be really nervous and bolt and then Pavel wouldn't get his money. That didn't end up well either.

She opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She took a few sips just to still her nerves. He was going to be there any minute. He had a key to the room, so she knelt on the bed and waited.
 
Michael Prince

Michael Prince, is an English businessman living and working in New York.
He has developed a niche for himself, sourcing luxury and hard-to-obtain goods, for discerning clients.
Most of his business transactions are completely legal - however, the more lucrative items can be, how shall we say…..almost legal?

Due to the pressures of his work, he doesn't really have time to play the dating game, and seeks release in working girls.

Tonight he decides to unwind.
He has had a hard day, and made a nice sale, netting him some serious cash, and all legal, too!

He opens his laptop, and looks up one of the sites he prefers to go to for his ‘Relaxation Girls’.
He knows the guy who runs this site too. Pavel is a reliable contact.
His women tend to be clean and cultured, some are well read, and able to escort him to high-society functions, due to their ability to speak about current events and other popular topics of conversation.

He sees an ad for 'Jenna', who certainly looks like a high-class girl, with long brunette hair,well dressed and showing some of a stunning figure, not unlike Kate Middleton.
The longer he looks at her picture, the more captivated with her he becomes.

He calls Pavel’s number.
“Pavel, it’s Mr. Prince. You have a new girl called Jenna? I’d like her for this evening.
Can she be at the Ritz Carlton Hotel for 8pm? I have reserved the Park View Suite.”
“Of course, Mr. Prince. Jenna will be perfect for you for this evening.”
“Good! How much for all night?”
“Hmm, until Morning? I think for an esteemed client such as yourself - $1000 is not unreasonable.”
“$1000? Pavel, that’s the most you’ve ever charged me. Is she that good?”
“Why don’t you judge for yourself, Mr. Prince? We have known each other a while. I guarantee you will have the night of your life!”
“Very well, a glass of Scotch in the Bar at 8, and I can pay you then.”


Michael hung up the phone, and started to change. If she was going to cost him $1000, he was sure going to get his money’s worth!
He hoped she knew how to shave a man with a razor - he wanted to look fine - and he hadn’t dined at the Ritz-Carlton for a while. He liked the idea of seafood in the Auden Bistro, within the Hotel.

Michael arrived at the Hotel, just before 8pm, checked in, and left his case with the Concierge, before heading to the Bar.
Pavel was already there, dressed in a smart shirt and pressed slacks, looking more like a casual businessman, than the pimp he really was, but - in a place like this, it didn’t pay to advertise.
He lifted a hand in greeting and met Michael at the entrance to the ‘Star Lounge Bar’.

“Greetings, Mr. Prince. You look well. Are you ready?”
“Likewise, Pavel, and yes - I am ready.”

He signalled the Bartender.
Having spied a bottle of Single Malt Lagavulin, a particularly fine malt scotch, he ordered two glasses, and passed one to Pavel, after showing his room key.
They clinked glasses, and then savoured the burning, amber liquid as it coursed over the tongue and into the throat.
As men do, they both made the satisfied ‘Mmmm’ when enjoying something which tastes good.

Pavel soon finished his glass, and placed his hand over the envelope Michael had placed on the Bar
With his other hand, he shook Michael’s, and pocketed the envelope quickly.
“Enjoy tonight, as I know you will. She is a fine woman. I think you will like her - very much!”
He bade Michael farewell and left, and so, Michael finished his scotch and made his way to the Lobby, where a porter accompanied him to his Suite.

In mere moments, he had made his way to the room, and having tipped the porter, and and stepped into the room, he saw her, perched upon the bed, with a glass of wine in her hand, and looking a little nervous.

He stepped forward, and noticing the glass of wine she held, and the other on the table beside the bed, smiled.
She was more beautiful than in the pictures on the site.

“You must be Jenna. I am Mr. Prince. You may call me Michael.”
His English accent marked him out as a foreigner here, but he hoped his calm demeanour would reassure her. His smart casual appearance was designed to do the same.
He held out his hand to her, expecting her to shake it...
 
She made herself smile when he came into the room. He was good looking, tall and distinguished. He didn't look angry or mean, which was always a good sign. He came to the bed and reached his hand out to her.

She took his hand and pressed it against her cheek.

"Hello, Michael. I want you to have a wonderful night." She whispered softly. She kissed his fingertips. "Would you like a glass of wine? It is a gift from the hotel."

She liked how smooth his hand was, his hand was strong, but smooth.
 
She was softly spoken and had seemingly, as soon as she spoke, her ‘stage fright’ disappeared. As she kissed his fingers, before she offered him the wine, her eyes seemed to twinkle, with a hint of the fun which lay ahead.

“I am pleased to meet you too Jenna. I hope you will enjoy this evening as much as I do. Pavel has explained that I have requested your company until morning, yes?”
Her reply told him she knew.

He gently sat on the bed next to her, both to not alarm her, and also to keep from spilling his wine. It tasted fine - a smooth, crisp white number, which was easy to drink.
“I would like you to do a number of things for me - and to me, tonight. I will also want to do some things to you. Whilst I have paid for your time, I want you to tell me what you like and don’t like.”

He waited patiently for her to respond, paying attention to what she said.
Although he genuinely wanted her to enjoy herself, he also wanted her to satisfy some of his more individual tastes.

He smiled and paid his wine glass back upon the table.
“Come, Jenna. I would like to shower, and change, before dinner - but before I re-dress, I would like you to shave me. Have you ever shaved a man before, with a straight razor?”

He looked into her eyes, to gauge whether she was telling the truth….
 
Jenna smiled. He was a gentleman and she had a very good feeling about him. But she wouldn't really know until he took her what sort of fellow he was.

She set down her wine glass and got off of the bed. She slipped out of her high heels.

"I have shaved a man before. I will take very good care of you." She offered. She went into the bathroom and started the shower. She looked up at him sweetly.

"Would you like me to undress you?" She stood before him and laid her hand on his chest. He was much taller than her, he made her feel small, but she wasn't afraid.

"The water will be getting warm by now." Her voice playful.
 
Michael watched as she slipped her heels off, and padded into the Bathroom to start the shower.
Her offer to undress him, so soon after they met was a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. He smiled broadly down at her.

“I would love for you to undress me, Jenna. Take your time shaving me, we should both enjoy this experience.”

He let her undo the buttons on his shirt and then the belt on his trousers, and she teased the shirt down off his shoulders to fall behind him, as his trousers pooled around his ankles, leaving him clad in just cotton boxers, and socks.
He smiled at how un-sexy he felt, although this ravishing brunette had already made him feel special.

He tensed his stomach to make the most of his abs, and smiled when her hand passed over them, and then down over his shorts, to his socks, as she knelt before him, to slip them off his feet. His shorts came last, as she grazed her hand across them, slightly moving his soft cock beneath, before she grabbed the waistband and pulled them down too.

Michael grinned at the approving noises she made, as she stood and making no attempt to tidy up, grabbed his hand and made to lead him into the Bathroom.

“What about you, Jenna. You look beautiful, but I’d hate to ruin your lovely dress by getting it wet. Why don’t you let me undress you too?”
 
She turned around and swept her hair over one shoulder.

"Will you unzip me?" She asked. After he unzipped her dress, she stepped out of it and laid it on the counter. She was wearing delicate black lace bikini cut panties and a black lace demi bra. She turned her back to him again, offering him the clasp of her bra.
 
He grinned when she turned her back to him and asked if he'd unzip her.
He had hoped she would, for he wanted to see if the luscious body beneath it lived up to the promise of her slender figure and wholesome smile.

He gasped softly as he spied her clad in her delicate black lace bikini cut panties and a black lace demi bra. She looked sensational!
He stepped closer to unzip the clasp when she offered, and as she turned, and allowed the filmy undergarments to fall to the floor, he gently guided her towards the Bathroom.

The small cloud of steam which met them was pleasant, and as he stepped into the shower, to be caressed by the warm spray, he held his hand out to her to follow him in...
 
She followed him into the steam. The hot water felt so good on her skin. She closed her eyes and let the water wash away her makeup and her stress. Her long dark hair was slicked to her head.

She took the soap in her hand. She began soaping his chest and her shoulders. She stood on her tiptoes to wash him.

"This feels nice." She whispered. "I think we are going to have a nice night together."
 
As Jenna ran her soapy hands over him, Michael moaned, in ecstacy.
Her touch was so gentle, yet firm and full of confidence. There was no hint of the shyness he would have expected from someone he had only just met.

As the hot water caressed them both, and she whispered how nice it felt, Michael had to agree.
He could feel her hands sweeping the soap across his chest, and down his stomach, across his firm abs, and down onto his thighs. following the contours of his muscular quads & hamstrings, until she firmly soaped his calves and finally, lifting one, then the other to soap them, his feet.

As she continued and gently grasped his hips to turn him, Michael couldn't help but stifle a smile. She was so self-assured, or so it seemed, as she washed him, and there was no hint of sex - yet.
Any other man would have taken advantage of her on her knees, and made her fellate him, but Michael knew they had plenty of time for that.
He wanted her to clean him, fully, and then help him dress for dinner, as he helped her, and then they could enjoy the dining experience before returning to the Suite for the night.

She did wash his most intimate places, gently, but firmly, and did not linger, knowing he wanted dinner before sex, which pleased him.

He handed her a bottle of shampoo, and sat down on the floor of the shower so she could wash his hair, and she used a circular massaging motion to build a lather into his short hair, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Michael as her fingertips made his scalp tingle, before rinsing him clean.

Eventually they were both clean, and Michael stepped out of the spray, and grabbed a towel for each of them from the heated rail.
As he handed one to Jenna, and steadied her as she stepped out, he admired her lithe form once more. She really was an exquisite beauty!

She took on the role of servant once more as she thoroughly dried him, with the fluffy towel, before using the other towel to dry herself.

He readied the shaving creme and a basin of hot water and retrieved a chair from the Bedroom to sit on and admired her as she prepared herself to shave him.
 
Jenna felt very comfortable with Micheal. If he was going to be too rough or cruel, she would have felt it by now. He had restraint, which she truly enjoyed. He allowed her to dry him, and then she dried herself.

He got in the chair and she used the shave brush to apply the creme to his skin. She expertly painted his skin and then she got the straight razor. She allowed it to glide against his skin, then she would wipe it against the towel she had draped on his thigh.

She was patient and gentle and her breasts slid against his arm, and his chest as she worked.
 
Jenna was very efficient and gentle in the way she shaved him. The scrape of the razor gliding across his soaped skin, taking all the bristles away was a luxurious feeling.
'This woman is truly talented. She isn't just about the sex. ' He thought as she wiped the creme off the blade onto the towel laying across his thigh.

The tantalising brush of her breasts against him as she diligently shaved him was a delight.

Eventually, she was finished and grabbing a warm, damp washcloth, wiped the remaining traces of creme from his now smooth face.
It felt so incredibly smooth!

As she cleared all the shaving things away, Michael stood and went back into the Bedroom to dress.
He carefully selected a pale grey suit, and pale blue shirt with a dark blue & violet patterned tie, and complementing cufflinks, and dressed, looking sharp when he was finished.

He turned to watch her dress, marvelling at her smooth skin, and tight body as she did so.
 
Jenna brushed out her hair and smoothed it into place. Her long dark hair hung all the way to her shoulder blades. She slithered into her black lace lingerie. She got her bag and put on a fresh coat of lipstick. She put her dress and heels back on.

She looked over at him with a gentle smile.

"Is there anything I can do for you before dinner?" She asked sweetly.
 
As Michael admired her getting re-dressed, he returned her smile, and answered:
"Mmmm...No, I don't think so, but be prepared for some teasing during dinner, and I think I'll be having you for dessert..."
He grinned to make sure she knew the remark was playful, but he did intend to make her dinner with him memorable.

She looked amazing, and he knew that she would turn many heads as they walked into the Auden Bistro tonight.
He loved the seafood here, and couldn't wait to tuck into the seared Seabass, which was always excellent!

With that, he tucked his key-card into his pocket, handed her one, then offered her his hand, and led her out of the room, letting the door slam shut behind them, and made their way downstairs to the Bistro.

The Maitre d, met them at the entrance to the Bistro.
"Ahhh, Mr. Prince, welcome! So good to see you again. Alfonse has some seabass fresh this afternoon, if you would like?"
Michael shook his hand. "Yes Phillipe, you know me too well. I would very much like Alfonse to work his magic." Michael turned to Jenna, and introduced her.
"Phillipe, this is my friend Jenna. She is staying with me tonight, so we can catch up on things, before she has to depart on business tomorrow, sadly, she and i work in differing fields."
Phillipe, being the Master of the House, took her hand gently and bent to kiss it gallantly.
"Mademoiselle, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Please ask of us anything you desire to eat, or drink, and if it is within my power, you shall have it!"
"Mr. Prince - your table is right this way. Please follow me."
With that, he turned and led them through the Bistro to a secluded table at the back, where a bottle of champagne was already sitting in an ice bucket, and after seating them both, and passing them menus to select from, and asking if they would like any other drinks, he departed.
A young blonde woman approached, and spoke in a soft French accent.
"Excuse me, Mr. Prince, I am Chantal, the Sommelier. I took the liberty of reserving you a bottle of this fine Celebris Extra Brut, Gosset, 2002, which is a subtle blend of Chardonnay and Pinot Noir grapes, which should complement your seabass. I hope it meets with your approval?"
Michael nodded - impressed that someone so young could know so much about wine. As if expecting the question, she added:
"My Father is a partner in a vineyard in France, I have grown up with wine, and it is one of my passions."
She smiled and her eyes drifted over Jenna.
Michael reflected upon this. of course, at the Ritz-Carlton, only the best would do.

"An excellent choice Chantal. Thank you. Please add the bottle to my account."

She nodded and withdrew quickly.
Michael looked over at Jenna, and whispered.
"I think I can guess one of her other passions too..."

Just then the waitress came to take their orders, and seeing they were busy chatting stayed discreetly off to one side, until the opportunity arose for her to ask what they would like to order.
Michael ordered the Duck pate, and sesame toast to start and asked for Alfonse's special Seabass to follow.
he leaned towards Jenna and said:
"I really can recommend it, if you like fish. It is superb! However feel free to order whatever you like."
 
The staff at the bistro was very determined to impress Mr. Prince. Jenna did her best to fit in. It was very important to her clients and to Pavel that she kept her profession a secret. She just needed to look like Mr. Prince's elegant date.

She ordered blistered green beans with the balsamic glaze to start, followed by the sea bass as he recommended.

The wine was poured and she just had a sip. She wanted to be a good guest. She didn't want to drink too much and not be able to take good care of him. It was so easy to be around him and it would be easy to drink too much.

She liked him. He looked at her with kind eyes, and he listened when she spoke. She had a feeling that he was going to be good in bed. He had a nice body and she liked the little sounds he made when she shaved him.
 
Michael had wanted to make a good impression, although he needn't have cared, as he was paying for Jenna's time, but he still wanted to treat her like a lady.

She ordered blistered green beans with the balsamic glaze to start, followed by the sea bass. Michael noted she was being careful with what she ate and drank....well judged, as if she expected some huge exertion later.

Jenna seemed to like him as a person, as well as a client, and that bode well for the future.

Their meal was exquisite, she was good company, contributing plenty to the conversation and swapping anecdotes, sprinkled with good humour.

As the waiter came to remove their empty plates, and leave them with dessert menus, Michael spoke to Jenna:
"Jenna, come over here and sit in the chair next to me, please. You seem so far away."
As she moved to the adjacent seat, Michael just lightly rested his hand on her toned thigh.
"Do you remember I said there would be teasing at dinner?"
He looked at her for a reply, before adding:
"Well, this is when I get to play a little - don't worry - I'm discreet."

He edged his hand higher, until it slid beneath the hem of her dress, and carried on moving it until his fingertips touched the lacy material of her panties.
 
She really liked Micheal and she liked the feeling of being beside him. When his hand slid under her dress he found her to be warm and wet. She smiled and murmured softly. She spread her thighs just a little giving him more access.

She laid her head on his shoulder.

"I think we are going to have a lovely night together. You know if you have a great time we can arrange for it to happen again." She whispered, just as his fingers brushed lightly over her slit.
 
Michael teased her slit through her lacy panties, as she whispered to him how she thought they would have a lovely night together.

She was a delightful tease. Her composure as he slowly, deliberately, slid a fingertip inside her moist folds, not giving a hint to anyone else what was happening, was pleasing.
She smiled and looked to the rest of the room, as if he had paid her a compliment.

She must have decided that two can play at that game, though - as she gently laid a hand upon his thigh, and slowly inched its way North, until it rested on his hardening dick.
The way she looked across and smiled sweetly, made him hot.
As if her eyes were saying 'I know you want this too, I know that you want me to tease you too.'

Michael had given up looking at the dessert menu.
He already knew the sweetest morsel he wanted to taste; right now he had his finger in it.
He slowly slid it from her, and raising it to his lips, sucked her wetness from it.
"Mmmmm...delicious!" He told her.

He indicated to the waitress they were finished eating, and she walked over with a slip of paper for him to sign to add the meals to his room bill.
He picked up the bottle of wine, and removing her hand from his crotch, allowed himself a moment for his cock to return to a more normal size, before rising, and offering her his hand, led her from the room.

They walked together to the elevator, and he hit the button for their floor.
As soon as the doors closed, he turned and kissed her, the fire of passion already lit within him...
 
Jenna enjoyed the seduction. It was nice to be with a client that treated her like a real date. He touched the small of her back as they walked through the restaurant and he guided her into the elevator. She felt sexy and petite when he pushed her against the wall of the elevator and kissed her deeply.

She sighed and moaned into her mouth. She caressed his face as he kissed her deeply. Soon, they were back on his floor and she held his hand as he guided her to his suite.

She really wanted to please him. He was a good client and she was very attracted to him.
 
Michael was please she seemed to slip so easily into her role.
Jenna seemed to react with genuine passion, rather than the sometimes forced enthusiasm he had experienced with other 'professional' women.
Jenna was obviously different, and special. Her moans into his mouth as he kissed her excited him, like very few women ever had before.

As he guided her into the Suite, and closed the door behind him, he marvelled once more at how elegant and sexy she looked.

He sat her gently on the edge of the bed and smiling down at her said:
"Undress me, show me how much you want me - turn me on!"
 
Jenna smiled at him with a sexy little grin. She stood and loosened his tie, brushing her body against his. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his waistband.

"You are very sexy." She whispered. She slid her hands over his warm skin and touched him sweetly.

Jenna teased him. She kissed his chest and nuzzled down his stomach.

"I want to see you again. Do you think you will have me again?" Jenna asked in a sexy whisper.
 
Michael smiled down at Jenna as she loosened his tie and brushed up against him. The swell of her firm breasts making him hot.
Her deft fingers unbuttoning his shirt, coupled with the her hot breath on his skin, as she softly told him how sexy he was and nuzzled down his stomach.

"I haven't had you yet!" He quipped - in reply to her question.
"However - I'd love to see you again. There is just something about you I find...irresistible!"

He gasped as her fingers reached his belt, and began to undo it.
Although he had never got emotionally involved with any of his previous 'professional' women before, he felt the urge to lean down and kiss her, placing his hand upon her cheek.
He could feel his hardness pressing against the front of his slacks.

He hoped she would free his hardness soon, it was becoming uncomfortable, and so obvious she had aroused him.
 
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