Welcome to Kate's Place

[Guest]

OOC This is an open thread for just about any character you care to take on. Please PM me.

Cast for Kate’s Place (so far - to be edited)


Escorts

AngelofDeath – Angel, 23 years old, 5’7”, long black hair, hazel eyes. Angel is of black,irish,Cheyenne descent, a very erotic and exotic mixture . 38-26 38. . bi –sexual. A real pleaser.

Arioso - Kathleen Davis, (Kit or KD), 34 years old, 5'10", ash-blonde hair that falls just to her shoulders and gray-green eyes. She's beautiful, stylish and a great conversationalist, a perfect companion for you.

Jaylene - Harmony, 25 years old, long, light brown hair, and eyes the color of amber, tall and a talentd dancer. Beauty, intellect and wit make a good combination for an evening of any kind.

N214652 – Paul Thomas, 18 years old, tall, short, curly brown hair and green eyes. An excellent escort for both male of female clients.

Plainjane – Jane [details pending}

Spiritual_love - Raine Sinclaire, 20 years old, 5'7", Medium brown hair, blue eyes. Adventurous and exotic, she delights our clients.

Tristesse – Michael Thornton, 27 years old, 5’ 5”, short blonde hair, blue eyes. 36-26-38. Prepared to entertain your guests as a host or be a credit to you as your companion at any affair.



Clients


Catlover – Frank

Darktalon – John Cole.

Graybread – Alfonso Madariaga..

Gray Lord - Spence Williams

Prometheus - .Jean La'Croix

soliloquoy - Leila

Spicydood – Joe

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MzVickie - Celeste Brock


Please check the casting call thread for detailed descriptions of all characters.

IC The place looked good. Michael stood in the center, the hub of the business and looked around at the staff. The phones were ringing almost constantly; another big convention was in town.

“I’m going to get some rest” She said, leaning over the desk to whisper to the receptionist. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” And she took the elevator up to the pent house.

Her apartment had a 100-degree view over the city. She needed no curtains; no one over looked her. She kicked off her heels and flopped onto a chaise, her head ached and she rubbed her temples. She needed to get rid of it before tonight.

A German businessman was taking her to a performance of Wagner’s “Die Meistersinger”. He had a habit of taking her to an expensive restaurant afterwards and quizzing her about the opera. She wasn’t fond of Wagner, or the German businessman, but he paid her well and made few demands.

Closing her eyes she tried to relax, most of the escorts would be busy tonight, she knew that. So much was going on in town.

Her headache started to recede and Michael heaved a sigh of relief, stretching luxuriously. Thank goodness, now she could face Herr Wagner and Herr Bucher.

 

[catlover]

Frank

I arrived in town the night before my sales conference tomorrow. I had made a reservation with Kate's place for company tonight. I hated just picking up a street walker. It was so hard to sneak them into my hotel past the desk and the consierge, who wanted a piece of the action and wouldnt let a hooker in unless they were getting a cut.

Kate took care of all that, so as soon as I arrived in my room, I called to let them know I had arrived and my room number, and asked them to surprise me with whomever they might send over tonight. knowing my likes and dislikes as an old customer

I knew Michael and had been a client of hers, but I had been told she was engaged tonight. Who would she choose for me? I looked forward to my surprise. In about fifteen minutes there was a knock on my door.

OOC blonde blue eyes, 40ish, tall 6'5" and 230 lb. and especially enamored into oral sex.

 

[DarkTalon]

John Cole

Jhon woke up in his pent house of one of the hotels he owned. He went and took a shower> get ing dressed he headed to Kats plase to talk to Michael . He walked in to the bulding and asked the reseptionest tolet him go see her

 

[Arioso]

The season in full swing

With the first, gentle turning of the leaves to amber and gold, the city came alive with lavish events. Unable to while away their evenings outdoors now that the chill of autumn had settled in, metropolitan inhabitants flocked to the symphony, the opera, the museums, the theater, charity balls...almost anything.

Add to that the conventions, and it meant busier schedules for everyone at Kate's.

Katherine Davis sat on a park bench, admiring the emerging blaze of colors in the trees, her arms and shoulders draped in a luxurious, silk wrap -- a grudging concession to the cool, autumn air. A well-worn copy of Stendhal's The Red and the Black lay face-down across her lap.

After another moment, she reached into her purse and withdrew her cell phone to check for any messages the receptionist at Kate's might have left about potential clients.

Katherine Davis

 

[Graybread]

Alfonso Giménez Madariaga

Alfonso had been sitting in committee meetings for the last fifteen days listening to the political rhetoric being tossed back and forth. His patience for the American political process was wearing thin. Congress was out of session now as were all other Senate hearings and committee meetings for the next ten days. The only bright spot Alfonso had to look forward to was, the fund-raising dinner and ball to help launch the Bush-Cheney '04 campaign committee. He needed a Military President in office if U. S. military presence were to continue to stay on Spanish soil.

The contribution money was not an issue to Alfonso, rubbing elbows with those with military ties was. Secondly, and of much less importance, Alfonso looked forward to dancing at these affairs. Many assumed it was because he was a ‘hot blooded Spaniard’, but in truth, he simply enjoyed dancing. It went along with his domineering personality, at least on the dance floor he was supremely in charge. Leading his partner around the floor, whether it is a graceful flowing Waltz, a Latin Rumba, or his personal favorite, the Tango.

“Catalina,” he called to his secretary. “Call Michael Thornton immediately, tell her I am in need of her services once again. One that can dance this time, a little taller perhaps also.”

“Si Senor Madariaga, right away.”

 

[spiritual_love]

Raine watched herself in the mirror as she moved to the intricate beat of the music flowing through the class. The numerous clients behind her were mimicing her motions. Some had them down perfectly and others were just screwing it all up. She wanted to giggle but that would be so very unprofessional of her, besides everyone was here to get into shape. She had already taught two hip-hop aerobic classes today, plus one spinning class. She was nearing exhaustion as the last fews seconds of the class ticked down on the clock. Expertly, she led the class through the cooldown and light stretching to help with any potential soreness. Finally, it was over.

She busied herself with packing her gym bag, tucking away the towels, extra pair of shoes, and a few of her cds. Sitting down upon the floor, she pulled on a pair of nondescript, gray sweat pants over the black pair of shorts she was wearing. Turning the waist band down as she stood up, deciding to leave the black sports bar on, she slung her bag over her shoulder, tossing a few smiles as she wandered out of the gym.

As she walked down the street, she pulled her cell phone out of the gym, flipping it open, scanning the screen to see if any messages had been logged for her. She knew the activity level at Kate's was supposed to be shooting up. The fall season had arrived and many would be seeking escorts for various engagements. She smiled at the thought, it had been some time since she had had fun. Perhaps, tonight was the night?

 

[AngelofDeath]

Angel sat in her flat. brushing her hair and studying her body in the mirror. Her director was full of crap. 'Lose ten lbs.' He said. Alex didn't know wouldn't know a good body if it fell on him.

Sighing she sat her silver brush down and turned her answering machine on. She'd only answer if she was needed for any clients. In the two years she'd been with Kate's Place Angela had brought in many clients and had several that came back constantly.

Dropping her robe she headed for her shower. The steam filled bathroom was a welcome sight as she let her tired muscles lossen under the hot spray.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sarah Vaughan

Sarah made her way nervously towards the building.
She gazed up knowing that her "appointment" was at the penthouse level.
She had been impressed so far with the unassuming discretion with which her initial enquiries had been handled.
She had been given a brief description of the escorts available ... male she had stipulated ... but was still unsure as to which would prove "suitable".
They sounded interesting and yet ... none were quite what she'd had in mind ...

She entered the building, gave her name and was shown to the lift.

"Classy ..."

She noted with relief.

It had seemed a good idea to come here.
She had been invited for a drink ... to check out any of the clients that might be free ... although ... she had been warned that the season was picking up business wise and all she might be able to do was "view" a portfolio of those available for escort duties at this point in time.

Oh well ... nothing ventured ...
Sarah braced herself and walked into the room beyond wondering what type of person she would meet ... if any ...

 

[Guest]

Michael (Mike) Thornton.

Mike hurried to get ready. She still had three appointments, Frank was dropping by and was looking for a companion that night, maybe Constanza, the receptionist could help him find someone at this late date. John Cole, that infant terrible was due to come in too. Kate smiled, two of her favorite men. Then there was that prospective client – what was her name? Sarah, that was it, Sarah Vaughn.

Mike smoothed her dress and twisted to see her back in the fall-to-ceiling mirror. Nice enough, Herr Bucher would approve. The in-house ‘phone beeped and Mike walked, bare foot, to pick it up.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Cole is here, Mike.” Constanza sounded a bit harassed and Mike knew John had been working his magical charm on her - again.

“Be right down. Has Ms. Vaughn arrived yet?”

“Yes. She just walked in.”

“Ask her to wait ten minutes, would you, Con? I’m running late, sorry.”

Michael slipped on her flimsy sandals and grabbed her light cape. Herr Bucher would be picking her up in a limo, no need to worry about the cold night air.

Mike took the elevator to the 1st floor and then walked down the broad stairs to the ground floor. Downstairs the ‘phones were ringing constantly and that added to the general hubbub of the lobby.

From the stairs Mike looked round for Sarah, it was always a good idea to check new clients out when they didn’t know they were being checked. She saw an elegant, attractive woman. “Vince Amado!” Thought Mike instantly.

 

[DarkTalon]

John

"hay Just tell Michael that I came by becaus I would like a meting some time I have a Busnes Propersittion." John Said a littel anoyed that the reseptionest wouldnt let him See her ." And I heard yall have a new girl Named Raine Ive seen her A round and theres A political Fund raiser to night And i want her to be my date."

 

[plainjane]

I knocked on the hotel room door Michael sent me to. Thgis wasnt my first date, but I was always nervouse. I hope he would like me. I knew he wanted hyer, but she was busy tonight, and tey sent me instead as a substitute.

The door opened and i got the shock of my life. Standing there in his robe was a man I readily recognized. Ihad known him all my life. He was my father.

He let me in and we sat down to talk, both of us not quite sure what to say. Here he was expecting a prostitute, and here I was the whore lookii9ng for a date and some mad money.

After a few "what are you doing here?" and "What do we do now?" questions, we both started to laugh, and he stood and took me in his arms and kissed me. Not like a father, like a lover.

"We're both adults", he said "what would you like to drink?", he asked. He poured me a glass of chardonney, and he fixed himself his regular gin and tonic. When he came back to my chair I was naked, just as I would have been if it were any other client. He handed me the glass and kissed me again, and I pushed him to his knees in front of me, and he kissed me again, this time on my pussy mound.

"I knew you would be delicious, Jane. You'll never know how long I have wanted to do that, but why am I paying such an exhorbitant fee to make love to my daughter?"

I laughed and told him I was worth it and spread my legs wide for him, and he welcomed the invitation and I welcomed his loving touches with his tongue. Within a few minues we wee in hs bed and our roles were reversed, with him in my mouth, as i sucked him and swallowed his cum as he ejaculated all over my face and in my mouth.

"Since that wasnt sex, accordoing to our ex-president, what next", he asked, as I pulled him up on top of me and showed him what a good fuck I am.

 

[ariosto]

Vince


Vince was playing dominoes with old man Gechetti when the call came.
He'd just moved into the lower east side apartment a few weeks ago. Another sign of his fall from grace but at least it was airconditioned and enough levels above the street so he couldn't hear the screams of people being mugged.
He grinned, well it wasn't that bad.

"You gonna get that Vinnie?"
Gechetti nodded at the phone on the dresser.

"Yeah sure, go ahead and finish it..." He slid the bottle of warm beer across the table as he stood up.
It was almost 9, Christ he hoped it wasn't Yvonne again wanting more dough to shoot up her arm.

It wasn't.
The elegant voice on the other end belonged to Mike, his new employer. He had a date in an hour...dress nice she said, be on time.

"Sure Boss Lady, I'll look like a GQ model."
She laughed , "fat chance, but do your best."

He hung up, adrenalin beginning to racep just like it did before a fight.
"Hey Pop," He said as he walked into the bedroom. "Take sally for a walk will ya...I'm gonna be out late, there's more beer in the fridge."

He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.
Vincent Amado Male Whore
Okay, he could live with that.

 

[jaylene]

Harmony Wethersfield

It was late afternoon, and Harmony figured she had better call into Kate’s and see in what capacity she was needed tonight. She grabbed the cordless off the wall, and dialed into work, as she walked into her room and stood in front of her closet.

“Hi Constanza, how are you doing tonight? Great. Great. Yes. I was just calling in to find out if you had an engagement set up for me tonight. Okay. Will do. See you in a couple hours then.”

Well nothing had been arranged yet, but Con said Michael was sure it was going to be a busy night. In fact, Michael wanted all her escorts at Kate’s, because she was sure that she was going to have plenty of walk-ins. Michael often encouraged us to come in even, if we didn’t have appointments, just to work the room. Usually, upon arriving at Kate’s, the main lobby would be crowded with men and women; some waiting for their dates, and others mingling with the staff, trying to determine who their date might be. The atmosphere was always elegant yet comfortable, meant to put the clients at ease.

Kate didn’t mind working the room while she waited for an appointment. She found it was a great way to network, and build up more of a client base. However, she always had a hard time dressing when she didn’t know her plans.

Oh well, when unsure she always thought it was better to err on the side of being more formal. Reminding herself of that, she pulled a black evening dress she had, that was embroidered with red flowers. She loved this dress because the needlework was just stunning. She had fallen in love with this dress in a little boutique in Nice. And for shoes, you could never go wrong with black heels.

AAAHH now for undergarments. No bra can be worn with the open back on the dress, so she only grabbed a black lace thong, and sheer black thigh-highs from her top drawer.

Looking in the mirror, she frowned. Something was missing. She surveyed herself trying to determine what it was. She was satisfied with her outfit. She looked very sleek and elegant. Her hair was swept up, though little wisps and ringlets of hair escaped down her neck, sensually framing her face. Her make-up looked good, not too heavy, and very natural looking. What she was missing was some jewelry.

“Oh I know,” thought Harmony, walking to her jewelry safe. After hitting in the pin number, she opened the safe and took out her ruby necklace and earrings. It was six months ago that Harmony had been given this gift from Larry Monroe, the CEO of the International Lending Institution. Clasping the jewels around her neck and on her ears, Harmony looked in the mirror and was satisfied.

“Now I am ready to entertain,” she said to herself in the mirror. On the way out the door she grabbed her purse, and her black winter shawl.

Stepping outside the she felt the night air cool and crisp, but it also hummed with possibility. Tonight was going to be a wonderful adventure, of that Harmony was sure.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Angel slid from the shower and wrapped a towel around her loosely as she walked drippingly into the living room and picked up the phone to call Kate. She didn't mind working tonight anyways. maybe some with a nice fat wallet would be needing some company.

Now there had been a few clients that Angel refused to deal with because of personal as well as professional reasons.

 

[spiritual_love]

Raine smiled as she recieved her appointment for the evening. She chose to refer to such "dates" as appointments. It was, after all, a job. An odd one, but nevertheless, it was employment and it should be treated as such.

Climbing the stairs to the brownstone, she thought of the bit of information she had been given. An important affair, dancing, perhaps a bit of socializing. It seemed interesting enough.

Closing the door behind her, she secured the locks. Dropping her gym bag in the foyer, tennis shoes following, she padded barefoot through her home, eager to get into the shower. Almond shaped eyes cast upon the clock, wondering what time she would be picked up and where. Figuring the details would be worked out completely and then she would be given full instructions.

She continued to shed clothing from her fit, bronzed body, just the slight shimmer of muscle appearing as she strode with a natural grace through the master bedroom to the bathroom. A quick glance at herself in the mirror, truly hoping she didn't fail to please the client tonight. She had faith in Michael's ability to pair the right client and escort.

Reaching down she turned the knobs of the faucet, watching as the jets blasted hot water into the shower. Steam began to rise in the room, clouding the mirror and nearly her vision. Easing into the water, she allowed the hot pulses of liquid to soothe her body, relaxing her further for her evening appointment.

 

[DarkTalon]

John

"Ok cool Its Set up. Have Raine Meet me at My hoteel The grand @ seven And We'll Take My limo To The Bush Fundraiser ". With that said he walked out of the Building A rode his Triuph Mortercycl Back to his hotel Where he lived He walked up in to His Pent house And took his buttion up business shirt off. He wallked in to his personell Work out room And started to hit the bags . An Houred had passed And He relized his date would be there soon.

 

[Arioso]

Katherine Davis

As she had no clients scheduled for the evening yet, Katherine indulged in a leisurely walk through the park. Long ago, she'd decided that life was there to be savored -- every sight, every sound, every scent -- so if her chosen career left her free to herself every now and then, she might as well enjoy it.

Eventually, she made her way out of the park and to the bustling streets, where she was almost bowled over by a well-dressed man who walked with a purposeful stride but had his eyes fixed on a small scrap of paper.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry," he blurted apologetically. His dark hair was greying slightly at the temples, giving him a distinguished air.

"It's quite all right," Katherine assured him.

"It's just that I'm looking for a restaurant...." he continued, frowning at the scrap of paper, then squinting at the numbers on nearby buildings.

"Oh? Which one? I might be able to point you in the right direction," Katherine offered with a polite smile.

"I look that lost?" the man sighed, somewhat deflated.

With a diplomatic, reassuring shake of her head, Katherine countered, "You look like you have an important appointment to keep."

This seemed to mollify the man, who grinned at her in unspoken thanks. "You could say that. I'm meeting someone for drinks at Ray's."

Ahhh....Katherine knew it well indeed. A romantic little jazz club with good music, subdued ambiance. She'd been there with clients many times before when they were looking to escape the stuffiness of whichever formal function they'd been obliged to attend.

"It's this way," Katherine gestured as she began walking in the direction of the club. The man fell in step beside her.

"Thanks. I appreciate it. Have plans there yourself?" he asked.

An enigmatic smile graced Katherine's lips. Wouldn't it surprise him to know what her evening's plans usually involved. Elegantly attired as she was, she could easily have passed for a lawyer or an executive -- except, perhaps, for the fact that she was out enjoying a stroll when many lawyers and executives were still working late at the office. Last night had seen her giving a business man the blow-job of his life during the limousine ride after she'd decorated his arm at a company awards banquet. The night before, she'd spent two hours at a gallery opening with a French art buyer in town just for that event, and then four hours afterward in his hotel room where they painted each other's bodies with chocolate. But tonight....

"Actually, I don't seem to have any plans for tonight yet. Maybe I'll stop in for a while," Katherine mused thoughtfully.

This earned her an arched eyebrow. "No plans yet?"

Her eyes twinkled warmly. "I never know when a friend might call."

 

[spiritual_love]

Walking through the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a sheer, nude colored gstring. It looked as though she had nothing on, but the lack of under garments were necessary with what she planned to wear.

She had received her instructions. The Grand at 7:00. She wondered briefly what this date would be like, but then cast that thought out of her mind. It was merely a business arrangement. She was being paid to provide companionship for the evening.

Settling into the pillowed chair at her dressing table, she began to smear cream over her body. Lightly scented with an exotic blend of lavendar, vanilla and musk, her bronze flesh was soon gleaming softly in the light of the room. She applied her makeup with an expert hand, rivalling that of the finest of makeup artists. It was skill she had acquired at a young age when she was trying to look older. That brought a smile to her lips as she painted the lush blossoming flesh with a mauve colored gloss, giving her lips a natural wash of color. Her eyes stood out with their smoky dark liner and eyeshadow, a golden color highlighted her brow bone. After finishing with a wash of bronzer over her smooth flesh, she reached up, drawing her hair into a loose up do, allowing for sexy tendrils to sweep downwards, kissing her neck and shoulders.

Pleased with her appearance thus far, she lifted from the comfortable seat, moving to the walk-in closet, she wandered into the back, pulling out one of the numerous covered dressed. This one was black, she figured the party would be full of conservatives and she should at least attempt to fit in. Though she knew without a doubt, the dress would only cause her to fit in with the color, everything else about it was extraordinarily different and sexy. She pulled the dress out of its plastic covering, casting aside the hanger.

Getting dressed, the silken material hugged her body to perfection, each curve was visible in the dress. She would be a showstopper tonight. There was no doubt. The dress stopped mid-knee, the hem flaring around her smooth legs, each side had a split sewn into it that stopped mid-thigh. She could imagine the dress whirling as she was spun in dance, it would provide a nice littel glimpse of flesh. The top was a simple strapless halter, after strugging a bit she managed to secure the material upon her back. The last touch, stiletto black heels, she knew they were impractical, but so gorgeous, she coulding help but purchase the pair. Sliding the shoes on, the straps were wrapped around her ankles, continuing to give her a sexy feminine look. She completed the outfit with simple diamond earrings. She smiled whenever she wore them. They had been a generous gift from a client. She recalled him with fondness. He had the jewelry delivered to her a few weeks after a meeting she had escorted him to. It had arrived in that infamous blue box. For just a moment, she considered adorning herself with other pieces, opting just for a simple diamond pendant. The jewel a soft sparkle upon her neck line.

She took a step back from the mirror and simply observed herself. She knew appearances were everything at times. If she failed to impress him immediately, the whole evening could be in jeopardy. Her eyes saw no flaws in her evening wear selection, finally she heard the knock upon her door. The driving service had arrived to take her to the Hotel.

Smiling as she slid out of her home, her hand grasping a small black clutch, just enough room for the necessities. She secured her door behind her once again, curling an arm through the offerred one of the driver as he helped her into the car. Once she was inside comfortably, he hurried to the driver's side and jetted off to the Grand.

 

[Guest]

Michael put the finishing touches to her make-up and went to the complimentary bar Kate's offered to its clients. She poured a small brandy and sipped it contemplatively, looking out over the, now empty, lobby.

The day had been hectic; she mentally counted the escorts out that night. Harmony was the perfect match for Alfonso; he had complained in the past about escorts with two left feet on the dance floor, Harmony would keep him on his toes.

Sarah Vaughn, whom Michael had taken a liking to instantly, would find Vince a rough diamond, but a diamond, nevertheless.

Angel and Raine would be just fine with their clients. John Cole was an old friend and would be the perfect gentleman, as was Frank. Michael had joined both of them for occasions at one time or another in the past.

The other escorts would be busy too. Connie had seen to that. Michael gathered her wrap and small purse as she saw the bulky figure of Helmut Bucher appear in the doorway.

He took her upper arms in his big, beefy hands and kissed her in the European fashion, a kiss on each cheek. “Zo gut to zee you again, my dear.” He said in his heavy accent and ushered her out to the waiting limo.

 

[DarkTalon]

John

John Had just steeped out of the shower when there was a knock on the door"One Sec Ill Be right there." He quickly slipped his black Slacks on And his Black Western Boots. And he went to get the Door. As he opened the door He saw her Raine " wow You are Gorgeous. Come in Sit Donw Ill Be right Back darlin'." He said in his Charming down to earth Way . He was all ways Tur. Always a slick comnation of Charm and Flat out honest. He walked in to his Bed room Sliped On A Charcole collerless butten up shert And grabed his Dress Jaket as he headed to the living room .

be for we go Iwas wounderin If you would do me a faver ? .... Just have fun be your self And Make sure i dont Die Of boardem I hate thes fun raisers But Its Good Business." He held otu his Hand For her.

 

[spiritual_love]

Her smile smoothed over her lightly glossed lips as the door was drawn open. Her burnished cheeks flared with red at his flattering words.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Cole. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Her voice was soft, with the slightest hint of an accent. Not many would pick up on the muscial note to her speech, but it was there, creating a haunting little tune.

She moved within the room as the invitation to sit was offered. The ebony dress whispered around her curvaceous thighs as she strode along the floor. Shoulders back, breasts lifted, chin tilted slightly upwards, it was a stride of pure confidence. Her eyes combed over the room, checking out some items strewn about, making assessments of her companion for the evening. In fact, she had already noted the boots he wore, the shocking blue eyes, and the athletic built. A good ole Texas Man.

Sitting down quietly, legs crossing, the dress falling away, baring the bronzed flesh of one thigh. She folded her hands properly upon her lap, fingers interlaced over her clutch as she waited for his return.

 

[DarkTalon]

John

He grabbed his Dress Jacket as he headed to the living room .
"be for we go I was wondering If you would do me a favor ? .... Just have fun be your self And Make sure i don't Die Of board-em I hate these fund raisers But Its Good Business."

"oh And Call me John." He held out his Hand For her Take. She took his hand And he Helped her up And they left the Room. The Limo Pulled up And they steeped in to the car. As the Door shut He checked her out Again . She had beautiful exotic look to her and thats what caught his eye in the first place . "So Raine,...Thats A pretty name.Um It will be about Min. before we get there."

He glanced at her smooth gorgeous legs "Umm..... so. Tell Me about your self or Just tell me anything....As I said eirlyer. be your self, I dont like dull moments no luls in activity. So Talk to me."

 

[AngelofDeath]

After getting her date for the night Angel dressed quickly and caught a cab for uptown.Angel had dressed in a tight black dress with a halter top collar. Her hair was curled and lay across her shoulders like silk.

As she sat in the cab she checked her makeup for the tenth time making sure she looked perfect. Not that she didn't always look perfect.

After paying her fare she got out and entered the building. Luckly for her the elveator was standing wide ope. She got in and took the short time it took to get to frank's floor.

Her heels click across the floor and her ruby red lips smiled as she knocked on Frank's door. She'd been assured he was a complete gentleman. Just how she liked them.

Her manicured nails ran down the sides of her dress smoothing invisble wrinkles as she waited for him to open the door.

 

[jaylene]

Harmony Wethersfield

Harmony walked into the lobby at Kate’s and was a little taken aback. Except for Con behind her desk, the place was completely deserted.

“Oh my Con, it sure must be a busy night,” laughed Harmony, as she walked over to Constanza. Seeing as no one was around waiting for an appointment, or hoping for a walk in, Harmony knew all the escorts were being used tonight.

“Don’t worry you’ll be busy yourself, Missy,” said Con. “Michael set you up with an appointment before she left. You’ll be attending the Bush-Cheney Fund Raiser with Senior Alfonso Madariago. He should be here shortly to pick you up. Oh, and be prepared to dance, he specifically asked for someone who could dance.”

“Really?” asked Harmony, excitement creeping into her voice, “Oh I hope he is a real dancer. I get so tired of always having to lead my dates around the dance floor".

Constanza smiled up at Harmony from her seat. “Well you should also know Senor Madariago is a tough one. And is…well how should I say…a bit domineering.”

“Interesting,” mused Harmony. “Don’t fret Constanza, I’m up for a little bit of a challenge tonight.”

With that Harmony turned to seat herself and wait patiently for her “date” to arrive. As she waited she took care to freshened up her face. She knew first impressions were very important when meeting with a new client. She had just finished applying her lipstick, which was the same color as the rich, red rubies lying on her neck, when the lobby door opened.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sarah Vaughan

Sarah stood at the window and sipped nervously at the dry wine.
She had been asked to wait and given a chilled glass of fine chablis in the meantime. Sarah glanced around the room. It was reassuringly refined. There was an air of quality about the furnishings, the decor that appealed to Sarah. The leather sofas were deep and plush.

She had been told that an escort had been chosen for her and assured her that a brief introduction would be made on the premises. If she were agreeable, Sarah could then hire him for the extent of the evening.

Again she sipped and let the cool liquid slip down her throat.
Why was she so nervous?
Hell she was the one who was paying?
She would ultimately decide if he were suitable either before or after their "date".
What was there to be worried about.
She was in control. That had been the idea after all hadn't it?

She turned around and surveyed the city beneath.
Absorbed in her observations she did not realise that she was no longer alone in the room.