High class call girl

[sail away]

OOC: This is a thread about a successful salesman on a business trip to Vegas for a convention. He travels there, from the east coast, a few times a year. His company pays for a luxurious room in one of the best hotels, and a Ferrari for a rental car. The one thing he keeps off his expense report is, well, entertainment. The “entertainment” is a high class call girl. But he can pay for that. That’s over a thousand a night worth of “entertainment”! He calls the same agency when he gest to town, and the “madam” knows his preferences – pretty young girls who aren’t afraid of some ruff stuff.

'Just me' will play the call girl

IC: Narration: Ted rides up the glass elevator with a bell boy and hotel manager. With a high roller like Ted, the hotel pulls out all the stops to make him happy. The manager makes small talk with Ted while arriving at the top floor and walking to the luxury suite that has been waiting for him. The manager opens the door for Ted. The room temperature is just the way he likes it, there is a bucket with French champagne with two glasses and a tray with caviar and smoked salmon. The manager and bell boy start to hang up Teds suite, and the manager asks if the room is to his liking. Ted looks out the twentieth story window into the night with the dazzling lights of the strip at his feet. Ted pulls out a fifty for the bell boy and a hundred dollar bill for the manager and says – with a sly smile – “it’ll do!” The two leave and Ted removes his tie and tosses it on the king size poster bed. Ted smiles slyly again looking at the tie, as he knows it will become handy later in the night. Ted pours a glass of champagne and pulls out his cell. He scrolls down to “Vegas Marketing” and hits the dial button. “Vegas Marketing” is his code name for the top call girl agency in Los Vegas. A lady answers and Ted says, “Hello Sandy. This is Ted Jonson. I just got in. Do you have my “reservation” ready?” Ted says ‘reservation’ with a knowing tone. “Oh, yes Mr. Johnson. Thanks for calling last week to let us know you would be visiting us again. We will have her at your door shortly. She is waiting for you in the hotel lobby. She is a new girl, and I hope she is what you desire.” After some small talk Ted says goodbye and looks out the window again wile sipping the champion. After about ten minutes there is a knock on the door.

 

[justmethatswho]

Back Ground:

Allison Jensen, Age 21. It had been a terrible year for Allison. Just over 11 months ago her parents had been killed in a car accident as they were driving to see Allison at college. College for Allison was a full ride academic scholarship at UNLV for business. She was the top graduate in her small town in Minnesota, a Midwest girl. Some would say the girl next door. With the accident and her time to take care of her parents extate her grades tumbled, the university pulled her scholarship. Allison had been working as a cocktail waitress at an off strip casino. A friend helped her land a similar job at the strip. She worried at first as the uniform, well left little to imagine, though needing the money she took the job.

She took the late shifts for the extra money. In time she saw the "walkers", those were the working girls. Some were obvious, others a bit more discreet. While picking up her drinks one night Alli, began talking to girl she would see once or twice a week, sitting at the bar, milking the poker machine for a free drink. Her name was Summer Skye it was not later Alli learned her real name was Sara Jones.

None the less the two become friends, Summer would share about her work, Alli would listen as she waited for drinks to bring to customers.

Alli was at her wits end, when Summer invited her to stay in her conco, her roomate was moving out and she had plenty of space. Though Alli hesitated to accept, saying she could not afford to live at Bendberry Place (An upper tier condo complex with a rent well outside her means. Though Summer insisted, and Alli moved in.

As evenings came, Alli learned more of Summers work. It was a whim, helping a friend that Alli started. Summer's coworked was detained, and she was to double with Dani De'Light a cute brunette, well cuz the guy liked cute brunettes. "Just drinks .. clubbing and dancing ... that's all the clients want"

It was a fun evening, the most sexual it got was on the dance floor, the next morning, Summer gave Alli 3 crisp hundred dollar bills.

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That was 8 months ago, the clients review got Alli an offer with the agency Sunsets. Alli was given a woiking name. Cami Colorado ... seems they liked the alliteration thing for the girls.

She had long quit her job as a cocktail waitress. Though now she sat where Summer had, milking her shirley temple as she played the poker machine waiting for her date to ask her up.

Thankfully the agency was high end, cliets were vetted and each girl received a dossier of her clients prior to the date. This would be her first with Ted Johnson, a high roller who frequented Vegas on business.

"I have to go." She mentioned to Todd the bartender, he urged her to be carefull and say hello on her way out, which would not be till early morning. As she walked she looked at the room number 57-248. Oh my petnhouse level nice." She told herself, though that created bit of an issue. Though she had a room key to flash to security, the 57th floor it was needed to access and her key would not. Getting past security, she waited looking in her purse. "Oh." She jumped, noticing a couple getting on the lift she needed. "Hold it .. " She scurried, "Can you hit 57 for me" She said as the man swiped his card and hit 49 and 57. "Thanks"

She smiled, though the girl did not mind, Cami figured she was working like herself.

There were only a few suites on the 57th floor, Cim found the roon and pushed the doorbell

"Cami Colorado

 

[sail away]

I was standing next to the floor to celling window looking out to the strip and sipping my champagne. I wondered how many millions would be lost by gullible gamblers! I had to smile! But soon my “toy” would be here and the strip would be a world away! I remembered looking at the photos of the girls working for the service. Most come and go, but there were some familiar faces. I visit Vages several times a year, and sometimes I pick a favorite, but this time I picked a new girl. I was her chest that “jumped out at me”! Smirking!

Just then the doorbell rang. I walked over to the door and opened it. “Cami I assume?!”, I said as I smiled. At once my eyes were diverted to the girl’s full and firm breasts! I was sure she was used to men doing that. Judging by the way she displayed them, it would appear that she encouraged this. “Come in.”, I said. She stepped in and I closed the door behind her. As the door slammed shut, this was symbolic that I would ‘own’ this young girl until the door opened tomorrow morning.

I offered the girl a glass of Champaign, stepped to the window and said, “Hey, look at the strip from here”. She stepped in front of me and I stepped up to her, just behind her. I could smell the soft fragrance of her light perfume. Each of us holding our Champaign, while we looked out the window. We could both see our partial reflection in the window. I slowly stroked her arm with my free hand. Then I gently moved her hair to a side and bent over to softly kissed her neck, - all the time I was looking down her full chest and fantasizing what I would do to them during the night! After the kiss I slowly moved my hand to the zipper of her dress and slowly started to pull it down. The sound of the zipper was the only sound in the room. I pulled the zipper down until it was at her waist. Just then the front of her dress fell down exposing her naked, full, breasts and the rest of it slid off her body – now just a heap of material in the floor at there feet – she was naked to me and the world – in front of the window.

 

[justmethatswho]

The door opened, not long after Cami pushed the door bell. She smiled as she heard the handle turn, so she was ready when the door opened.

“Cami I assume?!”

"yes ... Cami Colorado." She smiled seeing the handsome older man (well to her as she was only twenty one, men in their late twenties were old to her.) His look was a plus not that it really mattered, though it would make the evening more tolerable.

She observed as his eyes only looked at her face for a second or two, before fading down and back up, stopping at her chest ... well her breasts or as men like to call "tits". The deliberate stare would have offended most women, yet for a girl, like Cami, she understood his look upon the merchandise he was purchasing for the evening. Cami had not always been so accepting, but in time had learned to not object.

“Come in.”

"Yes of course, thank you Ted." She smiled, saying his name to make it personal, yet avoiding his last name as to not be to formal. She entered, preparing herself for a wandering hand of her client, so that she would not jump if he coupled her ass or touched her breasts, though he did neither. Though the door slammed as if he had pushed it closed. This did cause her to jump as the noise startled her. She looked back and smiled, unknown to her he was marking his territory.

He offered her a chamagne and she smiled, "Yes please ... I would like that." She smiled, it was near certain the champagne would be an expensive pour and delight her taste buds, besides, the alcahol would relax her.

She was enthralled with the spectacular view of the suite, nestled high above the glistening lights of the strip. The life of the casinos below, in the distance was her college, well the college she had attended, before taking the semester off. Well that was two semesters ago. Ted handed her a glass of bubbly, she waited for him to make the first move, a toast, a sip, whatever it was. yet he said nothing, moving to look out the window.

“Hey, look at the strip from here”

"Its so lovely ... I so love this city ... the life ... the energy." Cami smiled as she walked to look out the window, stepping in front of Ted, unwittingly giving him a stunning profile view of her body shadowing the Strip below. She did not know he had moved behind her until feeling his gentle hand upon her arm. In the window she say the reflection of a stunning young woman, for a moment losing herself in her thoughts between a sip of the champagne. Cami looked seeing herself, she was beautiful, her body fit (something she had worked on since taking this job) the blue dress clinging to her body, leaving little to imagine, she laughed a bit, thinking if this were a strip poker game, she wore only her dress and a tiny thong and heels.

In the few seconds before the answer would be clear, she wondered what the night would hold, was Ted a talker, did he simply like the company of a sexy younger lady, was he a gambler who loved a young girl on his arm, maybe a romantic dinner .... or was it simply about sex.

She felt Ted, move her hair aside, kissing her neck as if seducing her .. Cami looked out the window trying to escape the moment, the moment now where it was clear what she was an escort, callgirl, whore .... whatever the name ... the reality was she was paid for sex.

Ted moved his hand up her back, she knew what was coming, soon she would feel the tight dress ease its hold upon her body and breasts. The zipper echoed as he slid it down, he nudged the tiny straps from her shoulders, the dress cascaded down freeing her breasts. In almost and instant, her nipples grew erect, not from arousal, but from the moment, the chill of the air, the excitement of standing exposed with the world below her, from being on display.

The dress caught on her elbows, so she staightend her left arm till the strap was free, shuffled her glass to feree the other arm, then with another nudge, the expensive sexy little blue dress fell to the floor. Cami wanted to stop and hang it up, put it away for the night, yet it was not her call, as she let it slide to the floor, she lifted her right foot from the dress, and then pushed it aside with her right.

She now stood in full veiw in the window, her body naked but for her, tiny thong, heels and glass of champagne. Now the answer as to what the evening held was clear, tonight was not about romance, clubbing, small talk ... tonight was about what Ted had paid for ... tonight was about Ted fucking the sexy young woman in the window