The Companion

[Lady_Kit]

In a small private club two well-dressed men enjoy a friendly conversation over lunch. Both are at the top of their profession, accustomed to the best sex, the most beautiful women, and the most jaded entertainments. The host for this luncheon, a silver-haired captain of industry speaks to a powerful entrepreneur…

"You must call her. No one can help you enjoy the city the way she can, and the…extra touches…well worth the investment. It would do you good to be seen socially while you're in town. She is the perfect escort, so discreet she is welcome in all the best homes. Besides, you could stand to get laid."

His acquaintance was a self-made man who bought and sold countries with the ease of buying a hand-tailored suit. He exuded an aura of power, the kind that made you know you'd do best not to cross him, but smiled good naturedly at the suggestion that he had to purchase sex or companionship.

"Are you implying that I can't get a date on my own? Or is it just the sex part?"

"Certainly not one like this…but that’s beside the point. She won't interfere with your business, you don't have to meet any of her friends and the side benefits are not to be missed."

"So you say…very well, how do I reach this woman? This Companion."

He accepted the card and read the black on white text.

Amanda Walker, Licensed Companion

Call 555-1212 to schedule an an appointment.
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OOC:
The time, a not to distant future; a more enlightened era when prostitution is a legal and respected profession. The pinnacle of that profession is the Companion, a licensed and highly skilled woman, or man, who brings intelligence, beauty and sophistication to the experience. Companions are seldom hired just for sex, though there is no better sexual partner than a one trained in the erotic arts. Clients are accepted, or not, at the discretion of the Companion.

Would you like an appointment with the Companion? Please respond via PM if you would care to take the role of the entrepreneur. I'm looking for a man with a fine wit and the ability to make me tremble with his words. This character (and the writer) is bi-sexual and welcomes the attentions of a woman. Same qualifiers as the male writers.

This thread will be by invitation only. The writing of each "date" will be done one on one. I'm open to multiple partners though, and would enjoy satisfying the desires of more than one client.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Amanda

Amanda watched the rain fall gently over the city lights spread out below her penthouse windows. The darkened glass reflected back a stunning blonde of above average height with a classic hourglass figure. Lost in the darkness was the deep golden color of her shoulder-length hair, and the vivid blue of her eyes, but any who saw her in person never forgot the combination. Tonight, she dressed causally in snug jeans and a cashmere sweater; garments worn with a causal elegance that emphasized a gently rounded ass and natural 38D breasts. The view, the location and the apartment décor were expensive, yet tasteful; much like the occupant.

Soft music played in the background, a counterpoint to the small blaze that burned cheerfully in the marble fireplace. The atmosphere was one of peace and luxury, a suitable environment for a Companion of the First Order. Far better than she would have had without her training at the Academy. Far better than a miners daughter had any right to expect. She earned it, she mused, a wry smile twisting her perfectly shaped and colored lips, and not entirely on her back. By using her own intelligence Amanda managed to turn the fees she earned from clients into a nice stock portfolio. Someday it would be enough to retire, but for today, it was at least enough to allow her to choose her clients instead being forced into unpleasant encounters.

She turned, sparing a glance at the sumptuous furnishings of the library which served as her office. With a delicate touch she caressed the fine wood of an antique desk and sat down to review the messages waiting on her communication system. The calls routed to her private line came only from men and women who were personally referred by an existing client. Amanda found that the best way to screen her callers was to use their peers. Her company was a luxury few could afford, and none wanted to loose. A bad referral would result in the blacklisting of a client, and an indiscreet sharing of her contact information the same. It had never happened, but the threat was sufficient.

One by one, Amanda played the waiting messages. She made notes to reply to clients calling to confirm scheduled appointments, then turned her attention to the new voices. Among the calls was one from a well-known entrepreneur who was coming to the city for business, and a little pleasure. She agreed to meet him for dinner on his first night in town.


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OOC: BradJames has the first appointment.

 

[BradJames]

Sitting in his luxurious car, driving to his hotel, Alan thought about the night. His friend had given him that woman's card and advised him to call her. "I guarantee you she will be worth every second you spend with and every cent you spend for her. Believe me.", he had said. Alan wasn't sure, though. He had never used or needed a prostitute. He had always been able to get women without paying for them and he knew that he was still able to do that. But his friend had told him so many good things about Ms. Walker. "And it's not only sex.", he had said.

He parked his car in the underground parking lot and went inside. HE had to think of his home. It wasn't really a mansion, but it was close. Alan had enough money to buy what he wanted, but he never bought things that were completely useless to him. His house stood on a hill from which you could overlook the whole town. So Alan's pride were the huge glass windows on the front of the house. From the living room you could see everything and the view of the city's lights was just amazing. When Alan was home at night, he often sat down in his armchair with a glass of wine, reading a good book. But soon he would be distracted from the book and would just look out of that huge glass wall.

Alan was in his thirties. When he had time, he worked out regularly. The result was a well-built body, not too muscular, but still well-built. With his combination of blond hair and blue eyes he caught people's attention. In his opinion he wouldn't have gotten so far, if he hadn't done so much for his body. And if he hadn't chosen the right clothes. They were very important to him. When he went out, he always wore suit and tie. He knew that people looked at you differently when you wore nice clothes. They respected you more. They liked you more. And it made it easier for Alan to do business.

Now Alan was sitting on the bed of his hotel room. He was still wearing the suit, since he had an appointment at about 3:00 p.m. He held the little card in his hands and read it over and over again. Should he call her? His friend had only told him good things. But he had never...Oh what the hell. He took his cell phone and dialled the number. He got the answering machine, which didn't surprise him. He heard the tone and then started to speak. "Good evening, Ms. Walker. It is 1:55 now. My name is Alan Raeber. I had dinner with a friend tonight, who is a friend of yours, too, Mr. Miller. He gave me one of your cards and told me to call you. I am interested in your services. Maybe we can meet for dinner tonight? Please call me back. Thank you."

 

[Lady_Kit]

Amanda sat at her antique desk and recorded all of the important details Alan Raeber into her database. As she entered the answers to her questions, she began to get an idea of what kind of client he would be.

"Dinner would be lovely, Mr. Raeber.

Very well, then, Alan. And you must call me Amanda." She smiled into the phone as she spoke to her newest client.

"Will you allow me to choose the restaurant and collect you in my car?" Clever fingers paged through a select group of businesses; those that Amanda felt came up to the standards of a Companion. "I know just the place, you must leave it to me." She pulled the winning card from the cards and set it aside.

"Where are you staying? ... Yes, I know the hotel, an excellent choice. At 7:30 then?

I will meet you in the lounge. Perhaps a drink before we leave for dinner?...Good. The bartender there makes an excellent Martini. Until this evening then, Alan. Good-bye."

Amanda placed the phone on its cradle and directed her attention to the information she'd found on the Net about her new client. Her impression was that Alan Raeber was a wealthy, and powerful man…all of Amandas favorite things, a press image revealed that he was also above average attractive…not a requisite, but a nice bonus.

Del Monicos for dinner she decided, a short call later a table was reserved in her name. All of there expenses would be in her name. Discretion was part of the service. Her driver assured her that he and her car would be ready promptly at 6:45.

She had a new dress for the evening, a lovely creation in blues, greens and silver. The layering was like tropical waters, flowing and hinting at what lay below. Her silver sandals would do, and her hair left loose.

At 7:30 Amanda stepped into the hotel lounge. She saw Alan at the bar when she arrived. He hadn't been there long as his martini was just being set on the bar top. A second glass was placed in front of an empty stool as soon as Amanda claimed it as her own.

"Good Evening, Alan. I'm Amanda."

 

[BradJames]

Alan sat back on the bed and switched the TV on. He went through the channels, but nothing was on, so he decided to take a nap. He laid back and minutes later he was already asleep.

He was woken by his ringing cell phone. He got up and answered it.

"..." "Good evening, Ms. Walker. I'm fine, how are you?"

"..." "Ok, Amanda.", he said, with a smile on his face.

"..." "Of course. You know this city better than I do and I'm sure you'll pick exactly the right restaurant. I'm staying at the Hilton, you know where?"

"..." "7:30? Sounds good to me. And just how did you know that I love Martini?", he joked. "Well then, I'm looking forward to meeting you."

Alan hung up and then smiled. He was really looking forward to the night, but he also didn't really know what to expect. His friend had told him a little about a Companion, but not really much. He decided to not think about it anymore and wanted to be surprised.

He made sure that his suit was perfect. He wanted to look flawless when he met that woman. He took a shower first, then shaved. He was proud of his body and his looks and he took good care. He then put his suit on and checked everything and it was perfect. He looked like a successful man his age had to look. At 7:25 he went down to the hotel lounge. He sat down at the bar and ordered a Martini.

He looked around. There weren't many people here at the moment. So he decided to just be patient. He knew that Amanda would be on time. And that was the case. At 7:30 sharp a woman came up behind him and started to speak.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Her dress draped around her in graceful folds, hugging her breasts and exposing just enough leg to make things interesting. Her body language said that her attention was solely on the man sitting next to her. As she sipped her drink Amanda turned the full charm of her smile on the well dressed man who occupied the next stool.

"Well, Alan, welcome to the city. I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us." Amanda said as she offered him a slightly wicked grin. "I know I'll do everything to make your visit a pleasure."

Alan smiled back, but Amanda got the feeling that he wasn't quite sure how to proceed with the evening; many of her new clients had the same problem. That was fine, though, she made a habit of spending a little time at the beginning of any appointment to establish what the client expected and to answer any questions about they might have about the experience. Clients who had never been with a companion often thought they were just buying a sex partner. Which of course is partially true, but if they only came to a Companion for sex they were missing so much more.

"I don't know if you've ever visited a Companion before, Alan, but I find for those of my clients new to the experience it's often helpful if I tell them a little about what they might expect from me. And give them time to let me know just what it is they want."

Alan sipped his Martini and nodded for her to continue.

"Well, first of all a Companion is not just about sex, although we are fully trained in many different techniques and customs. We are also escorts for men, and women, who need a date for an event or would simply enjoy the company of another person while traveling for business or pleasure. I can be friend, lover, or just "eye candy" whatever you desire. So tell me, Alan, what is it that you desire?"

Amanda lifted her glass to her lips and let a small sip of the cool liquid slide down her throat while giving Alan a chance to respond.

 

[BradJames]

Alan was kind of surprised that this woman was his Companion. She didn't look like he had thought she would. He had thought there would be a slutty-looking woman in a short skirt and not wearing a bra. But she was absolutely nothing like that. The dress she wore was gorgeous and she rather looked like someone at a wedding ceremony.

He smiled at her, when she had welcomed him. He didn't really know what to say or what to do. He felt kind of uncomfortable, since he hadn't really been told about what this Companion would or could do. Then she explained him exactly what it is a Companion does. And Alan liked what he heard.

So Amanda job simply was to make sure that Alan felt good, that he had a good time. And then she asked that one question.

"So tell me, Alan, what is it that you desire?"

He was not prepared to answer a question like this. He wasn't even sure. What didhe desire? Of course he hadn't fucked in the last few days. But now that he had been told what that woman could do, he thought that it would be a total waste to just have sex with her. So he said,

"Well, let's see what will happen tonight. Let's go to dinner after we have finished our drinks. I'm sure that we will develop a nice talk and then...Well, let's just see."

He was sure that she understood him. While waiting for an answer and again sipping on his drink, almost emptying it, he looked at her again. Her body was flawless. Her face was one of the prettiest he'd ever seen and she seemed to be very smart, too. Alan knew that he would call Companions in other cities again because somehow he sensed that this night would be very, very nice.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Like the sex, the company of a client could either be a pleasure or a chore to a Companion; facts of life that made Amanda choose her appointments with care. She enjoyed men who wanted a refined experience…they allowed her to play the Lady. Then there were men of another sort who wanted a more physical experience…they allowed her to play the Whore. Was it possible that Alan was the kind of man who knew how to make the most of both sides of her personality? If so, he would be a real treat.

They left the hotel bar shortly after Amanda arrived, leaving the way she came by way of her own chauffeured Mercedes. If Alan was surprised to find that a companion could afford her own car and driver he said nothing, though Amanda saw him give an appreciative look at her vintage automobile.

"It’s a lovely car. Isn't it?" Amanda said, caressing the butter soft upholstery with her finely manicured fingers, as they pulled smoothly into traffic. "It’s a ridiculous luxury, of course, a shocking use of resources. But, having a car and driver of my own provides a level of privacy that we wouldn’t have in a taxi and allows me to give you my undivided attention when we're together."

Amanda crossed her long legs, letting the soft fabric of her dress slide high on her thighs as she settled back into the leather seat. So far Alan had been a perfect gentleman, more so than she might have expected if he were personal date, instead of a client. As they moved through the light traffic, he looked around the interior of the car, his gaze seeming to catalog the built-ins and the privacy window between the driver and passengers. Finally he turned to look at Amanda. She hoped he appreciated what he saw. The low décolletage that artfully showed the deep V between her breasts was held up by thin straps, leaving the smooth skin of her arms and shoulders bare to his view. The design was a clever mix of concealment and exposure; giving delicious hints of what lay beneath the silk without appearing vulgar. Amanda could see that Alan appreciated her appearance, but so far he had been almost painfully polite in his demeanor.

Amanda was still trying to figure out her new client as they traveled to the restaurant she had selected. They engaged idle conversation on the drive, and Amanda flirted shamelessly as was her custom, but her overtures were met with limited success. Alan seemed a little uncomfortable with her, Amanda hoped he would relax during dinner.

Their reception at the restaurant was first class and without a wait they were shown to an intimate corner table. A bottle of champagne chilled in anticipation of their arrival, and after pouring each a glass the waiter left them to peruse the menu.

"A toast," Amanda said with a smile, holding her champagne flute across the table, "to new friends."

"To new friends." Alan echoed and lightly touched his glass to hers.