The Cocktail Napkin (1 male role - PM me)

[Ladacee]

I'd like to start a thread for one male and myself. I'd like to play a college student who does sexual acts for cash in a very confidential way. The male role would be either a Grad student, college graduate or business man who was complaining about needing some female attention but hasn't been very successful with the ladies in the bar scene. So his friend slips him a number on a cocktail napkin of a girl who will meet with him for sex or sexual favors.

Here is a description of my character:

Ladacee is a shapely Junior in college. Shes been known to be quite the party girl but has always been very quiet about her sex life. In order to pay for her expensive lifestyle of designer lables and salon treatment.

Her hair is dark brown with extensive blonde and light brown coloring. Her facial features are over exaggerated with professional looking make-up and she wears Mod and high fashion clothing.

 

[JazzMan2900]

It was shaping up to be a typical Friday night for Andew Miller. He was hanging out in the local bar with some friends, scanning the room for likely females. Andrew was already getting frustrated. He was in his second year of graduate school, and his friends had already managed to get laid like crazy the first year and then settle down and find great relationships the second year. Andrew, meanwhile, had cruised from one crappy hookup to another, and it had even been an while since one of those. He didn't understand. He was successful and decent looking -- 6'0", shaggy dark brown hair, and a slim athletic build.

Going to the bar for another drink, Andrew returned to find a newcomer to his group. An old friend-of-a-friend, the new guy was talking about how he was frustrated with the bar scene as well. Speaking up, Andrew asked "how do you get around that? I can't seem to find any worthwhile girls around here at all." The reply was a cocktail napkin slid across the table, a number scribbled on it. As the guy left, he guy said "try that number... Ladacee sounds like exactly what you're looking for. She's always got a good party and a good time afterwards"

Later as he was leaving the bar alone yet again, Andrew figured what the hell. Pulling out his phone, he dialed...

 

[Ladacee]

Later as he was leaving the bar alone yet again, Andrew figured what the hell. Pulling out his phone, he dialed...

Ladacee's small apartment was quiet for a Saturday night. A few friends were over for cocktails and they'd all congregated around the HDTV flatscreen in the livingroom to watch a movie. She sat in a artsy chair sipping her Cosmo and enjoying the company of her friends. Their evening was interupted when she heard her cell phone ringing in the kitchen. Excusing herself she floated to the next room and retrieved her sleek razor phone.

She didn't recognize the number. Glancing through the opening that connected the living room and her petit kichen she saw that her guests were all happily conversing. She slid back into the kitchen and leaned against the tile island.

"Yeah?" she practically wispered. She already knew what he was calling for.

 

[JazzMan2900]

Going with his "what the hell" attitude, Andrew waited for the phone to get picked up...

"Yeah?"
"Hi, I'm trying to reach Ladacee"
"You've got her"
"Oh good. A friend gave me your number... said you may be interested in partying with me. I'm available tonight if you're free or interested..."

 

[Ladacee]

Going with his "what the hell" attitude, Andrew waited for the phone to get picked up...

"Yeah?"
"Hi, I'm trying to reach Ladacee"
"You've got her"
"Oh good. A friend gave me your number... said you may be interested in partying with me. I'm available tonight if you're free or interested..."

Ladacee glanced back at her friends. The fire was popping a crackling and their martinis were looking low. She pulled the phone from her ear to examine the time. It was 11:34. Thinking quick she said "I'm already entertaining a client tonight. Tommarow ok?"

 

[JazzMan2900]

"Tomorrow ok?"

As much as Andrew had hoped for a meeting tonight, he understood waiting until the next day, given the time. "No problem... there a particular time and place you want to meet? I'm flexible"

 

[Ladacee]

"Tomorrow ok?"

As much as Andrew had hoped for a meeting tonight, he understood waiting until the next day, given the time. "No problem... there a particular time and place you want to meet? I'm flexible"

In a hushed voice and a caucious eye on her guests Ladacee said into the phone, "Tommarow night, 10pm. Rent a room at the Hilton on Third and Main and put it under the name Nick Caroway. I'll be there at 11. Stock the bar."

Ladacee listed her demands in a hurried tone. She knew she had expensive taste but she was risking a lot and she didn't want to seem easy. She was willing to do what it took for the money but that meant she would be comfortable.

 

[JazzMan2900]

In a hushed voice and a caucious eye on her guests Ladacee said into the phone, "Tommarow night, 10pm. Rent a room at the Hilton on Third and Main and put it under the name Nick Caroway. I'll be there at 11. Stock the bar."

"Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow night. Bye"

Andrew was impressed. Apparently the party was going to be private, which was fine with him. Thinking again, he realized any girl that was willing to go on this type of blind date wanted some security and some creature comforts. That made sense, Andrew thought to himself.

Pulling into his apartment closer to campus, Andrew immediately called the hotel. Luckily, they had a room available. Feeling slightly silly using someone else's name, he reserved it under Nick Caroway and headed to bed figuring he'd make the rest of the arrangements tomorrow afternoon.


The next day was a typical Saturday for Andrew. He got some work done and relaxed, but turned down an offer to head barhopping, explaining that he had a date for the evening. He dressed in what he hoped was appropriate clothing: fashionable black slacks and a deep blue dress shirt that matched his eyes. The regular bar attire just wasn't going to cut it tonght. Arriving at the hotel, he checked in (again feeling rather silly using a different name), and instructed them to completely stock the bar. He'd gotten a suite, so there was plenty of room. Entering, he started up some background music and made sure the bar was in fact stocked. It was only 10:45, so instead of just standing around, Andrew mixed himself a gin and tonic and took in the view from the large window in the bedroom. The hotel was classy -- and the 22nd floor room that looked out on the city only made it seem more so. Soon it was nearly 11. Looking down at his watch, Andrew smiled. He was looking forward to this evening.

 

[Ladacee]

Ladacee got off work around 7pm. She always worked late. Sometimes she thought it was unhealthy how much money made her world go round. Even as a grad student she had expensive taste. She drove home in a dismal drizzle and was releaved to be back in her apartment when she finally made it. She prepared herself a microwave Lean Cuisine and poured a glass of wine. She lit candles and played light music while sitting at the island in her kitchen alone. Sometimes she wondered why she put forward such a materialistic effort if she spent so much time alone. Her friends weren't her real friends and the men she slept with were paying her. She kept her lonliness a withdrawn secret.

After eating and draining a second glass of wine she went to her room and undressed. She walked nudely to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She had always had problems with her weight. In High School and the early college years she was always the pretty fat-girl. After years of playing this role she decided to take charge of her body. She'd been dieting and excersizing in extreams ever since. But she still looked at her curvacious body and was unhappy. She'd never own the stick thin figure of her roommates and friends. Her body was toned and muscular but her hips, butt and thighs were shapley. She also wore a 34D which always made her look thicker unless she wore skin tight tops.

Her skin was tanned and smooth. She made monthly appointments to be waxed in all the necessary places and spent 20 minutes in a tanning bed every week. Her glow was natural and not orangish. A tatoo of Cherry Blossoms bloomed on her right shoulder blade and blossoms seemed to be blowing from it. The tattoo was beautiful with deep ruby, white and black details. Her navel, tongue and nose are peirced with gold jewlery. Her hair was deep brown with extravigant blonde and caramel highlights.

She stepped into the shower and let the warm water casscade down her curvacious, tanned figure.

After showing and drying her hair she did it up with hot curlers and stepped into a lavish walk-in closet. It was mostley full of lingere, jewlery and handbags by variouse A-list designers; all gifts from her clients who understood her taste and what it took to become a regular. She decided on a sheer black and red lace thong and matching strapless push-up bra. She always wore a classic little black dress on a first meeting. The dress nearly reached her middle thigh and was held up only by thin black satin straps. She slipped her pedicured toes into Marc Jacobs stilletoes and finished the look with over-the-top curls and thick eye make-up. Dousing herself in Armani perfume and donning a plaid trench coat she stepped out of her apartment to a taxi that was already expecting her.

When she entered the hotel she only nodded at the clerk and made her way to the elevator. They knew she was a regular and there was no explanation needed. Reaching the 22nd floor she gave a light rap on the door and stepped away her back to the door. She took and deep breath and adjusted her cleavage; waiting to see who she'd sleep with tonight...

 

[JazzMan2900]

Hearing the rap at the door, Andrew turned away from the window. Walking to the door, he considered taking a look through the peep hole, but decided he'd rather be surprised. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the figure outside the door would have met even the highest expectations. Wearing a long coat and what appeared to be a black dress, the seudctive perfume she wore snaked into the room as the door was opened.

One of the reasons Andrew was so frustrated with sex and relationships was that in college he'd had both -- and they'd been high quality. He was the good-looking smart guy -- down to earth enough to hang out with a small group of close friends rather than trying to be insanely popular. He'd been seriously involved with a girl his senior year before she abruptly dumped him to date a childhood friend, and it hit him hard. No one was surprised when he chose to move across the country for grad school -- Andrew wanted a chance to start over. Unfortunately, his attempt at starting over led to lots of time alone, hard work, and frustration and while Andrew had plenty of acquaintances, he had no close friends, and certainly hadn't met anyone worth dating. In short, he was unprepared for what he saw on opening the door.

Composing himself, Andrew immediately fell back on his experiences as a confident, smooth date. For some reason, the girl in front of him made the last two years go away. Andrew transformed back into the confident, good-looking guy he was. Giving the girl a smooth smile -- the one that he knew made his eyes twinkle -- he said "You must be Ladacee... come in" and motioned her into the outer room of the suite. She took a couple steps inside, and as Ladacee passed him, Andrew could see her ass sway gently as she walked into the room, driving him wild. He was immediately happy he had dressed for the occasion, as he had on his nicest watch, shoes, and cologne in addition to his slacks and shirt.

Andrew continued, "Let me take your coat. The bar's stocked, what would you like? I picked up some experience bartending in college, so I can make pretty much anything."

 

[Ladacee]

Ladacce put on her best air of snobbish indifference with a mix of seduction. Noticing that she was actually dealing with an attractive man about her age she was beyond pleased. She almost felt a tingle of butterflies in her stomache. If a man like him was willing to pay her for sex and accomodate her expensive tastes why couldn't she snag a guy like him? Even more proding was the idea that she might actually be conducting in good sex on this occasion. She couldn't help but to be excited that he was well dressed and had beautiful eyes and a great body.

She swayed past him without a word, making sure her ass was in perfect rhythm with her bouncing curls. She took in his every word and allowed him to peel the trench from her. She sat her black Coach handbag on the bar near the kitchenette and wasn't sure how to respond. She usually came off as a bitch, making her demands and supplying numb head or bending over the bed while a 40-something business man in a sexless relationship plowed into her while watching himself in the mirror. But he was different.

"I'll have a cosmo," she said in a withdrawn way and tried not to make eye contact. She could feel the cool air of the hotel against her puckered breasts and bare shoulders. She decided to go to the window and act like she was interested in the view. In truth she'd seen it dozens of times. She waited there, back slightly arched, until he brought her her drink. She accepted it from him silently but made eye contact on accident.

His eyes were a peircing blue that caught her off guard. He had a smooth, charming smile and a clean shave. He smelled warm and spicy. She wanted to peel his close off for her own pleasure. She wanted him not only to make love to her but she wanted him to lover her. He was exactley the man she could picture sharing a Condo with. He was the kind of guy who she should cook for, shower with, sleep with, and someday marry. The lonliness she'd been experiencing outside of her fake connections with 'friends' and random affairs for extra money had made her doubt she'd ever lead the happy life she felt she worked hard enough for. Although she wasn't content with her figure she was aware she was stone fox... she was told that nearly every weekend by different men. Then she remembered that in momments she would be making love to this man. Perhaps just this once she could live out her fantasy?

 

[JazzMan2900]

Peeling off her coat, Andrew hung it in the closet as she moved over to the window. Heading to the bar, he noticed her apparent indifference to the scene. On one hand, he wondered if investing in this evening was worth it -- it was likely a one-time event, purely for pleasure. Then Andrew remembered his reaction on opening the door. His rediscovered confidence took over. Quickly mixing up another gin and tonic for himself, he took his time crafting her cosmopolitan, making sure the proportions of vodka, Cointreau and cranberry were dead on and putting it in a chilled martini glass before adding lime. Walking over to her and presenting her with the drink, she looked up at him almost against her will. Making eye contact, he noticed a change in her attitude but couldn't quite pin it down. The eye contact lasted a long moment before Ladacee tore her eyes away.

The eye contact motivated Andrew. In reality the night could still turn out to be meaningless, but Andrew decided that he'd go ahead as if it were actually special. He figured he owed that to the girl for bringing him out of his funk. Setting down his drink, he lit several candles around the suite. Combined with lights from the city they eliminated the need for anything else. Her reaction to the eye contact made him wonder -- was this part of the "experience" or was he actually cutting through the emotional armor she had to have? She still hadn't really spoken to him, and the way she had walked in made her seem stuck up. Again, Andrew decided to keep going as though it wasn't an act. If it was, he'd still come out ahead of where he thought he'd be. Still, something made it seem as though Ladacee was caught off guard by the situation.

Returning to the stunning figure at the window, Andrew stood very close to her, getting the full effect of her clothes and perfume. She smelled sweet and sophisticated. Turning to look at her as she continued looking out the window, he said, "I'll be honest -- you aren't what I expected. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't you."

Again she was unable to completely hide a subtle shift in attitude as she turned to face him. Almost reluctantly, she made eye contact again, but this time Andrew drew her eyes up to his own and didn't let her look away. Freezing her eyes in place, he could almost hear her heart rate quicken. Drawing out the moment, he slowly leaned toward her. Her breathing quickened and her eyes closed as he paused, their lips just inches apart. Then he quickly covered the final distance and kissed her, firm and deep.

 

[Ladacee]

Returning to the stunning figure at the window, Andrew stood very close to her, getting the full effect of her clothes and perfume. She smelled sweet and sophisticated. Turning to look at her as she continued looking out the window, he said, "I'll be honest -- you aren't what I expected. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't you."

Again she was unable to completely hide a subtle shift in attitude as she turned to face him. Almost reluctantly, she made eye contact again, but this time Andrew drew her eyes up to his own and didn't let her look away. Freezing her eyes in place, he could almost hear her heart rate quicken. Drawing out the moment, he slowly leaned toward her. Her breathing quickened and her eyes closed as he paused, their lips just inches apart. Then he quickly covered the final distance and kissed her, firm and deep.

His eyes were searching her. She could feel them penetraiting her and delving into the inner reaches of her mind. You can do this. Just get it over with, she thought to herself. She knew it wasn't going to be so easy. She tore her eyes away from his after accepting the martini glass he offered. "I'll be honest -- you aren't what I expected. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't you," he said to her abruptly.

To avoid answering she sipped the drink with hooded eyes and giving a slight nod. Your not what I expected either, she thought. As soon as she lowered the glass she fell pray to his incessant stare again.

She couldn't get over how blue his eyes were. She had become so completely mesmorized by their hue that she hadn't felt him grow closer to her until he was only centemeters away. Without thinking her eyes fluttered shut and she accepted the kiss. His lips were hot and soft but his kiss was powerful and dignified... if a kiss can be both of those things at once. Ladacee's head was swimming. She felt as if she wasn't in control of the situation. This, being the only situation she felt she always had full control over. She said where, she said when and on most occasions, she said how. This time Ladacee felt belittled by her attraction to the man before her.

Letting her guard down Ladacee crossed the line that seperated them from eachother and pressed herself against him. She could feel the cool blue silk against her swelling bossoms and his warm masculine hand slide onto the small of her back pulling her closer. She allowed his lips to ravage her; at first testing the waters with little nibbles and then parting her lips with his tounge. Ladacees arms branched out like the limps of a small tree, unsure of what to do with the hand holding the martini glass and too afraid to return the embrace with the other. As the kiss lingered on and became more intense she felt the emmense urge to use her free arm to pull him closer.

She wasn't sure how long they'd been standing there, making out. She felt too intoxicated by the warmth and power of his lips on hers to know if she'd pulled away or if she had. She stood there then, embracing him, and then she let go and turned abruptly. She paused, unsure of what to do next. She could feel her chest rising and falling and the dampness of her palms.

She decided to walk to the bar and sit down her glass. She was already feeling a heavy groggyness from the wine she had earlier. The drink he had prepaired, however, was one of the best she'd ever had. She stood there, unsure, knowing his eyes must be on her from across the room. Taking in a gulp of the air conditioned air and aroma of the lit candles she decided it was time to get to work.

The sad reality had become real to her in that momment that she spent disconnected from him. That kiss was real. The activities that should follow would be real too. Real to her and real to him... in different respects. To him she was just a sex toy. He would give her money and he would fuck her and then he would leave. Maybe he would call in a few weeks when he was feeling desperate again... Maybe he'd meet the woman of his dreams tommarow...

She was whasting his time. She was whasting her time. Chasing dreams is not something she is being paid to do.

"Would you help me with my dress?" she said in a meek voice, not looking at him. She picked up the glass once more and took a heavy gulp of the liquid and then sat it back down heavily.

 

[JazzMan2900]

Andrew wasn't quite sure why or how he knew, but something made it clear that Ladacee didn't kiss all of her callers like this. Granted, he had initiated the kiss, but it was far too... uninhibited. Andrew just didn't think the indifferent Ladacee who walked in to the hotel room wouldn't have been unsure with her drink or left her eyes closed. The way her chest rose and fell was far too seductive to be a conscious action. He left his hand lightly on her hip as they moved closer, kissing passionately. But just as they started to embrace fully, she pulled away and moved across the room. That sealed it for Andrew. He was seeing Ladacee the real person and Ladacee at work, not just a quality act. Knowing he was overanalyzing the situation (his biggest fault), Andrew watched as the Ladacee he had kissed disappeared and she went to work.

"Would you help me with my dress?" she asked. Forcing his overactive brain to put analysis aside, Andrew made a decision. While he would gladly fuck Ladacee at work, it would be just that -- a fuck. That meaningless release would ultimately be less pleasurable than the kiss he had just experienced. Instead, he decided to do what he could to bring out the beautiful girl he had just embraced, if only for a second.

Walking over to her, Andrew moved behind her, placing his hands lightly on her hips. Inhaling the smell of her hair, he leaned down and gently kissed her neck before reaching up to brush her curls to one side. His kisses became more intense as he slid his hands around her waist. Placing a final kiss behind her ear, he moved his hands up to her shoulders, rubbing them slowly before starting to slowly unzip the back of her dress. Andrew kissed his way down her spine as the dress was unzipped. The sheer dress was now held up just by the straps as Andrew spun Ladacee around. Holding her close, he kissed her, pulling their bodies together.