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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hey fabers, So I've been quiet for a while as I've been busy writing a novel but I'm stoked to say I'm being published with a multi-book deal! I owe it all to Fabswingers and the scene in general which gave me so many experiences to draw upon as inspiration. Anyhow as a thank you I'm going to drop a chapter here. If anyone wants the first book in the series drop me a DM. Hope you all enjoy...
I’m sitting on the couch for no more than thirty seconds, when there is a quiet knocking upon the door at exactly 9 pm. Taking a sip of my brandy, I flick the remote control for the TV to door view and see the solitary figure of a young woman standing in the empty hallway.
Re-checking at the peephole before opening the door, I'm greeted by Saskia who is even more stunning than her pictures could do justice for. Long flowing dark hair accentuates her tall slender physique with tanned skin that appears silky soft like one of those filters you find on a smartphone app.
Her smile immediately captivates me as I open the door to greet her and she seems as though she’s somewhat relieved that upon first impression this client isn’t a brutal Arab or a sleazy old businessman. Her dark complexion is almost middle eastern in appearance, even so, her bright blue eyes have a depth to them that can only be described as bottomless. As she steps past me and makes her way in her perfume immediately catches my attention as she smells simply divine.
Dressed head to toe in black with a shoulder-less black figure-hugging dress, silk stockings and tall stiletto heels. A small clutch bag under her arm with a few essentials and a small case with a long handle on rollers.
“Hello, I'm Harry, would you like a drink?” I ask hoping to be a little more friendly than most as I close the door popping a do not disturb sign on the outer handle. “Would you mind if we took care of things first, then we can both relax?” she asks in an alluring accent and whilst her English is perfect there is just a hint of eastern European. "Of course” I reply then pass her the second pre-prepared envelope, “thank you!” she says and slips the envelope into her bag.
Sitting rigidly upright, her posture is absolutely perfect. The toe of her stiletto heel tucks firmly behind her calf and her crossed leg position accentuates her beautiful legs. “I’ll have a large vodka with ice,” she says as she takes a seat on the couch I was previously sitting on.
I make the drinks and join her in the opposite seat placing the drink on the coffee table before her. She takes the glass smells the aroma then sips it before asking “So Harry, what did you have in mind for this evening?” her directness was appreciated, small talk is fun but as any man will tell a woman it’s so much better when things are direct and open. “Well, I have five G, a fully stocked bar and no intention of sleeping until the sun comes up but other than that my mind is open” I reply.
She smiles a knowing smile and with that takes a small compact out of her bag. Opening it she removes a short metal tube about three inches long and can I see it's her drug kit. “It seems we’re going to have a wonderful evening then” she replies. Taking the less than subtle hint I stand and she joins me at the kitchen counter I tip the contents of my white snap bag on the counter but before I can do any more she produces a razor from her compact and says “Allow me”.
Expertly she halves, quarters and then splits the dusty white heap of cocaine, she draws the first of eight piles forward and then splits it into eight elegant lines of equal proportions.
She looks into my eyes and then draws the razor over her tongue as she’s no doubt done a thousand times before, she never breaks my gaze and places the razor down on her compact. “Would you be a darling?” she asks gesturing for me to ensure her hair doesn’t disturb the immaculately spaced lines on the counter.
As she leans forward and delicately places the metal tube under her perfect nostril she presses her other forefinger against her open nostril and with a fast movement inhales the first line, “You next” she says rolling her eyes back and passing me her tube. Without hesitation, I take it and follow suit drawing the second line in. “Back to you” I reply allowing her to complete the cycle with her other nostril, she smiles and takes in the third line expertly. Passing the tube back to me she says “Let me just freshen up, pour us some more drinks' I consume the last of the fourth lines then do as I'm asked.
If life has told me anything it's to always make sure an escort has what she needs for you to benefit most. I’m sitting on the couch when she emerges from the bathroom. I'm slightly disappointed she’s not already in her lingerie, however, all good things come to him who waits.
Sitting back down on the couch opposite me she begins to sway her shoulders to the music, “You know” she says before sipping her drink and ensuring she has my full attention “I love to dance, not to this sort of stuff though, Latin and ballroom” “Oh really, well hold on let's see what we can do'', I flick the remote a few channels and before long her face lights up when I stop on a channel playing South American music.
“Can you dance?” she asks, I think she’s half expecting me to say “no but you can dance for me”, but to her surprise, I nod, stand and hold out my hand for her. She puts her drink down and walks over to the centre of the room with me. “Argentinian Tango?”
Our embrace immediately resembles more than two people who have just met, our body’s pressed firmly against each other, our movements synchronised as though pre-arranged but they are just the steps of this incredibly sexy dance. Legs entwined we can feel each other's breath as we move through the steps, I feel her allowing me to lead and accepting my dominance.
All too soon the music changes to something that neither of us like but she leans into me kissing my lips slowly and sensually. I respond however she smiles and breaks away.
I track her as she walks back across the room and bends over to pick up her drink, her tight small ass straining against the material of the dress and the seams of her stockings accentuating the form of her perfect legs.
I'm entranced by her and don’t notice that she’s watching me stare through the reflection in the glass window. “I’m glad you like what you see,” she says with a smile. I walk back over to pick up my drink and as I do reply “what's not to like, it's hard to find a good dance partner these days” and wink as I take a sip.
“Shall we have another before we get a little more comfortable?” she asks. “It would be rude not to I think” I reply and we move back over to the countertop. This time her appetite for the cocaine is more insatiable and she takes 2 of the remaining four lines in quick succession, passing me the tube she takes our drinks through to the bedroom placing them on the bedside table and briefly looks out of the window before I take a further two lines and join her.
I stand behind her and place my hands on her hips, she’s watched me approach through the reflection in the glass so my touch comes as no surprise to her. She tilts her head to the side offering me her tender neck, I kiss it gently and hear her moan slightly in approval.
A moment later she turns to face me her hand moves to the back of my shaven head and her other pulls me close through the small of my back. Our lips touch, our hips touch and within seconds her tongue begins to flick at my part open mouth.
My Arm wraps around her back holding her firmly but gently, my other traces down her ribs, over her hip and down her outer thigh. She kisses down over my freshly shaved chin and begins to kiss my neck, her hands now slide down my back and she locks fingers as she leans to get a better angle on my tingling neck.
She reaches down and firmly grips my hard ass through my pants, this level of intimacy signals me to go further and I finally get to run my hands over her amazing ass too. Lowering both hands I feel her softness and can’t wait for what is to come.
I won't lie, the anticipation has been building since I first saw her photograph so I press harder but not so much that she’ll bruise. By now the is kicking into her system and her apparent sex drive is gaining as much appetite as her desire for cocaine. Her kisses become more excited and her breathing more erratic, gasping breaths between our ever more passionate kisses. She unbuttons the top of my shirt but seemingly remembers something, stops and pulls away. “You lie on the bed while I get us some drinks, after all, we have all night,” she says. |
