High Class Hooker (OPEN PM)

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

High Class Hooker (CLOSED)

Name: Tinsley Carmichael
Age: 25
Looks: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d8/5f/8d/d85f8dd8809857dd6c5cdb7cfd2060be.jpg

Tinsley was a high-class hooker. Her clients were high profile people like judges and politicians. Tonight, she was meeting a new client. She was meeting a man who had quite the reputation at the agency for liking It rough. Some girls found him too rough, but Tinsley wasn’t like the other girls she wasn’t all talk she could take it. She also wasn’t an air head or as passive as those girls. She was a submissive but was a feisty little blonde who used her sexuality as a weapon. She knew she was hot and didn’t shy away from anything kinky or dirty. This new client of hers was NFL Quarterback¬ Blake Andrews- https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-s...uality=auto&output-format=auto&downsize=360:* . Blake didn’t have time for dating and his reputation was one of a good guy so if anyone actually found out what he was into it would ruin his reputation and maybe his career. She got herself dressed into https://i.ibb.co/1rhz6F6/Black-Lace-Fishnets.png ready to go to the hotel she was meeting Blake at. It was a fancy hotel and he had hired out a penthouse suite. She arrived at the hotel and took the lift all the way to the top penthouse suite. She knocked on the door waiting for Blake to open the door to her.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Blake Andrews

Blake Andrews's head is spinning. That last game was a mess. 3rd and 8 on the 10. We needed 8 fuck'n yard. The coach signaled backstroke 5.

'What the fuck was he thinking.' Blake rolls over in his bed and looks at hotel room. The penthouse in the Bennington House. This is his style of life. Top notch all the way.

"With Jaybird 7 I could of made a nice slant pass into the end zone." He says to no one. He closes his eyes. "Where is that hooker?"

Quite suddenly the phone rings breaking the momentary silence. He looks at it half interested. It rings again. Then a third time. He reaches over and lifts the receiver off the cradle.

"Yes?" He half whispers.

"There is a lady here to see you, sir." the voice says.

Blake makes a face. "A lady?"

"Yes Sir, should I send her up?"

"Is she blond with big tits?"

There is a pause and then a reply. "Yes Sir."

Blake nods his head as he thinks. "Fine send her up. And a bottle Patron in ten minutes."

After a few minutes there is a knock at the door. Blake looks at the door. He throws his legs over the side of the bed and walks over to the door. A single knock, interesting.

He opens the door slowly and looks at the creature standing before him. He smiles and waves her in. "Come on in, I don't bite, much." He walks over to the window and opens the drapes. The lights of the city sparkle below him. He half turns and looks at the woman.
"I know, you know, who I am. But for tonight I would rather forget then remember. I have a lot going on in my life. And I need a night off. Are you ok with that?"

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Tinsley walked in confidently her ass shaking and her heels clicking on the floor. Her eyes took in the penthouse suite and then her eyes landed on Blake who was going over to the window.

“Blake not to burst your ego I fuck men way above your position and power in society and it never comes into so don’t think it’s going to be a problem for me. I’m not a fan of the team no groupie just a hooker doing her job.” Tinsley said watching him open the drapes.

“I’ve heard you’re a man who likes it rough. How rough are we talking?” She said running her fingers through her hair.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

rough?

Blake looks out the though the glass doors. Then turns to her. "Rough, baby ?" He smiles lightly. " How rough?" He raises his hand to her face lightly. "I got a bottle of Patron coming up to the room. He traces he jaw line lightly with his finger. Then down slowly to her cleavage.

The moment is broken by a knock on the door. He moves away and smiles back at her. "So your not a fan. " He walks over to the door and opens it. The waiter is there with a bottle in a silver bucket full of ice. "Ahh, Patron on ice. How nice." He signs for the delivery and closes the door.

He smiles lightly at her. "Just a hooker doing her job. How nice." He carries the bucket over to the nightstand. He turns to her " Look Patron on ice. I guess we can get started." He pulls the wrapper off the top then undoes the bottle. He pours some into a glass. He looks at her. "How rough are we talking?" He drops an ice cube in his drink and walks over to her. I don't hit woman. I punish them. I fuck with their head and then their body." He throws the drink in her face.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Tinsley moaned out softly feeling him trace her jawline and then her cleavage, but the moment was over far too quickly because of the knock on the door. She watched him go open the door her heart still racing in anticipation of his next finger move.

She was sad he was no longer touching her. He was quite the attract man very different to most of her clients who were old, bald and fat perverts.

“Well what did you want? A hooker who wanted to find her prince charming and would fall at your feet like a damsel in distress?” She said watching him pour a drink. He walked over to her and what he did next stunned her. He threw his drink in her face.

“I have never experienced that before! I have thrown a good few drinks over men but not had one thrown on me. Was that supposed to faze me?” She said looking into his eyes calmly just licking the patron that landed on her plump lips.