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Despite the day, I had a bit of a knot in my stomach as I was taking a risk bringing Mia to the dinner. She really wasn’t supposed to come, most of the firm’s clients came alone, and spouses/partners were definitely not invited.
Nonetheless, my attorney and I have similar faults and predilections so he arranged for her to come as my “VP of Operations.”
I had no doubt she could handle the role, but sexy opps people aren’t really a thing, so she was bound to attract even more attention than usual.
Mia was already at the bougie hotel I booked. As my Uber got closer to the hotel, I was nearly shaking, a ball of nerves and excitement.
As I ascended in the ornate elevator, my nerves weren’t really settling down.
Entering the room, her purse was on the entrance table and I could hear she was drying her hair. I shook my head at the poor state of the service industry when I noticed the hotel had left two champagne bottles, I ordered one. Next to the first bucket was her open wallet.
I poured myself a glass from the open bottle, its bucket had significantly more condensation, so I used the towel wrapped around the bottle to wipe off water accumulated on the tray.
I noticed a card on the coffee table. It was from no one I knew, some president of a company in Boston. I poured my myself a second glass, and sat on the sofa.
When she came out she was briefly startled, but came over and leaned in to give me a big kiss.
I tasted a hint of saltiness on her lips and pulled back a bit.
“Mia, am I tasting what I think I am?”
She plopped down and put her hand on my knee.
“Since you are treating me like a common whore, I am going to act like one.”
“I sent a car…”
“Exactly, you should have been in it.”
“But, how…”
“Let’s play a little game, like Clue. Except this won’t be Colonel Mustard in the library with a candle stick, it will be guess what Mia did and with whose dick?”
“Mia, we really don’t have time for games.”
“Nonsense. Now, if you guess right, the shopping this afternoon is on me. You get one guess.”
Now it was a money game, so I perked up, though I wasn’t really pleased.
Still, I couldn’t help myself, I started to imagine what she had done. It couldn’t have been on the train, the restroom is too small, too gross, taste wouldn’t still be on her lips. I guessed the business card came from a seat mate on the train, she probably flirted outrageously with the guy the entire ride. Or did she meet him in the elevator?
She undid my tie, began unbuttoning my shirt.
It probably wasn’t the driver, no privacy between the station and hotel. I suppose there is an alley or two, but not her style.
“Well,” she asked, “are we playing?”
“Sshh, I’m thinking.”
Was it in the elevator? Enough time to meet someone? Go to his room? Or, bring him here? I looked around for more clues. The bed was still made.
She began undoing my pants and pulled out my dick. As she squeezed a little, I found concentration wasn’t the only thing getting harder.
She would have had the bellhop carry her bag, was it him? Maybe, or the room service guy?
She climbed onto me and I felt her exquisite warmth as she lowered herself on me.
“Okay, enough thinking. What’s your guess?”
“So, it isn’t the guy whose card is on the table, you met him on the train, not the elevator. You left the card out to throw me off. It wasn’t the driver, not enough time. So it was either the room service guy or the bellhop.”
She began bouncing faster.
“That’s not an answer smart guy.”
“The two champagne buckets were delivered at different times, the one with the open bottle was here longer, I can tell by the condensation. My guess is you gave the bellhop a blowjob because you didn’t have any cash in your wallet and he brought up a second bottle as a thank you.”
“Well done my clever man, he was so cute, smooth, strong, and young, it took just a few minutes.”
At this point, while I imagined the lucky young man coming in her mouth, Mia touched her clit and started to convulse and I let go myself.
Mia stood up, and started pulling her holdup stockings back in place, then grabbed her dress and went in to finish her makeup.
Beautiful women in fur wraps and high heels aren’t unheard of on Madison Avenue, but she certainly caught the eye of both men and women as we shopped.
Still enjoying playing games, she tried without success to shock the shoe salesman, who almost certainly got several views of her pussy still leaking from our afternoon romp.
Back at the hotel, more champagne was starting to calm my nerves as I absently fingered the cuff links Mia bought me.
That was before Mia walked out in a garter set and her new shoes. She calmly walked past me on her way to the closet.
“Why are you wearing panties?”
“We are still playing Clue.”
My nerves shot through the roof.
“What’s the game this time?” I asked.
“Same game, if you win, I will come to Europe with you in two weeks. And I will be your little fuck toy. I will even behave.”
The thought was arousing.
“Mia, seriously, you have to behave tonight.”
As I slowly zipped up the back of her dress, she softly said “I’ll be discreet.” Which really wasn’t the same thing at all.
The club was as you would expect from a place founded by robber barons. Cocktail hour was held in the library, and it seemed like Mia was the visual appetizer. The library was breathtaking, with huge windows and dark oak paneling. I introduced her to one of the senior attorneys, an elegantly dressed gray haired man, and he rather quickly whisked her away to show her the billiards room.
It occurred to me that bringing her anywhere was basically a soft swap. I was sharing this beauty with every man in the room, some of the women, and now with a man, or men, in another room. I walked around a bit, a second bar was set up in what looked like a reading room and I went there to take advantage of a shorter line.
At dinner, she sat across from me, between the handsome gray-haired lawyer and a young energy trader. She clearly captivated both of them.
I was engaged with a young woman in a fetching dress, who was extolling the wealth preservation benefits of her firm’s lower returns. On my other side was a portly man from Texas, with a business and life so boring I remember neither.
The young ornament to wealth management asked a few questions about my striking opps person giving me a raised eyebrow and a skeptical look.
As dinner wrapped up, Mia announced they were going to the billiards room and that the guys were going to teach her three cushion. She even made that sound naughty.
I escaped from the Texan, and the wealth gal and I went to the library, ostensibly to examine the volumes. I really just wanted to feel her butt, squeeze her waist, and kiss her in a dark corner.
Alas, the library was occupied by five or six men holding glasses of brown liquor all leaning too close to a tiny blonde.
We pivoted, and my brunette looked at me with a naughty smile and suggested the billiards room.
We arrived and saw about six guys were watching Mia. She was leaning over the billiards table with the toe of one heel barely touching the ground.
As I examined the scene, especially Mia’s stocking top peaking out of her dress, the little brunette gave me another look that clearly said she didn’t buy our cover story.
We watched the three cushion for a bit, then I suggested we check out the athletic department. We stopped briefly in the reading room to grab the last two drinks before they decommissioned the small bar, and we headed upstairs.
There, finally alone, I got my hand around her waist, pulled her in, and we had a long slow kiss. She had a lovely neck which I kissed, focusing on that soft and sensual spot beneath the ear lobe, she eventually pushed me down on a sofa and straddled me.
It was a first rate make-out session. I wanted to save myself for the evening. We took a break, sipped our drinks and talked about Hamilton (she had just seen it), about music, about art. She tried to talk about Mia, but I managed to escape the subject.
When we wandered back to the billiards room, Mia was playing pool with the forgettable Texan. Yet, it seemed, he had turned on the charm and she was laughing and touching his arm. The rest of the crowd was gone, and it seemed time to leave.
As they wrapped up, the young trader and the silver fox attorney came back and we all started saying our goodbyes. Mia gave everyone a good kiss on the cheek, lingering a little longer on the attorney and whispered something in his ear while I texted the driver.
On our short trip to the hotel, Mia moved my hand to her lacy panties. As my fingers explored that rough lace between her legs, I could feel the marvelous wetness. It was then I realized she decided to wear panties to keep the evidence from leaking out and I worried about my ability to exit the vehicle with suitable grace.
We walked through the lobby arm in arm, I could feel eyes on us, as usual, heads turned.
In the elevator, she looked up at me and whispered: “who, where, and in what?”
“You will behave in Europe?”
“I will follow your every order Sir.”
“I need a drink.”
Back in the room, as Mia poured me a scotch she asked me to unzip her. Letting her dress fall to the floor, she handed me the glass and led me towards the sofa. She was now standing in front of me, with only her heels, stockings, panties and garter.
I sipped my whiskey.
“I will go with the last question first, and start with the ‘in what?’ You were clearly fucked.” She nodded.
“I’m thinking either towards the end or beginning, when you had some privacy. Probably towards the end.”
She was quiet. She stepped closer and her sticky panties were just above eye level.
My eyes traveled down and back up her legs. I surmised she had a ballerina in her gene pool. Her legs were absurdly and perfectly long. She really was a vision, I wanted to touch her. I reached out, she backed away. “Not until you guess”
I don’t think I ever wanted someone so badly. Even the first time we got together wasn’t like this. And that was true even though, before I first had her, she was one of the few women I actively and consistently fantasized about. I was once again nervous with desire.
“It probably wasn’t the library, or the billiard room, too public… that leaves the reading room.”
“Two of three so far.” She stepped closer to me. I leaned forward. She stopped my head with both hands. I could smell her, I could see little streaks of wetness where the edge of her panties touched her skin. There was a small drop that left a trail back to that thin lace barrier.
Was it the cocky young trader? Was it the older gentleman? Anyone else? I couldn’t really concentrate. No, it couldn’t be the older guy, he may be handsome but he didn’t get to his position taking risks.
That left the trader, he would have done a quickie in the reading room. I looked up at Mia’s face and she smiled. I was about to say the trader. Then, I realized the trader wouldn’t be discreet.
“The Texan.”
At that she nodded “yes” and pulled my face right between her legs.
“He was quite charming alone, and I noticed playing pool he was hung like LBJ. I could see that thing down his pant leg.”
She grabbed my hand and said “let’s take this to bed, you can add to my little cream pie and I will be your good little gal in Europe.”
Nonetheless, my attorney and I have similar faults and predilections so he arranged for her to come as my “VP of Operations.”
I had no doubt she could handle the role, but sexy opps people aren’t really a thing, so she was bound to attract even more attention than usual.
Mia was already at the bougie hotel I booked. As my Uber got closer to the hotel, I was nearly shaking, a ball of nerves and excitement.
As I ascended in the ornate elevator, my nerves weren’t really settling down.
Entering the room, her purse was on the entrance table and I could hear she was drying her hair. I shook my head at the poor state of the service industry when I noticed the hotel had left two champagne bottles, I ordered one. Next to the first bucket was her open wallet.
I poured myself a glass from the open bottle, its bucket had significantly more condensation, so I used the towel wrapped around the bottle to wipe off water accumulated on the tray.
I noticed a card on the coffee table. It was from no one I knew, some president of a company in Boston. I poured my myself a second glass, and sat on the sofa.
When she came out she was briefly startled, but came over and leaned in to give me a big kiss.
I tasted a hint of saltiness on her lips and pulled back a bit.
“Mia, am I tasting what I think I am?”
She plopped down and put her hand on my knee.
“Since you are treating me like a common whore, I am going to act like one.”
“I sent a car…”
“Exactly, you should have been in it.”
“But, how…”
“Let’s play a little game, like Clue. Except this won’t be Colonel Mustard in the library with a candle stick, it will be guess what Mia did and with whose dick?”
“Mia, we really don’t have time for games.”
“Nonsense. Now, if you guess right, the shopping this afternoon is on me. You get one guess.”
Now it was a money game, so I perked up, though I wasn’t really pleased.
Still, I couldn’t help myself, I started to imagine what she had done. It couldn’t have been on the train, the restroom is too small, too gross, taste wouldn’t still be on her lips. I guessed the business card came from a seat mate on the train, she probably flirted outrageously with the guy the entire ride. Or did she meet him in the elevator?
She undid my tie, began unbuttoning my shirt.
It probably wasn’t the driver, no privacy between the station and hotel. I suppose there is an alley or two, but not her style.
“Well,” she asked, “are we playing?”
“Sshh, I’m thinking.”
Was it in the elevator? Enough time to meet someone? Go to his room? Or, bring him here? I looked around for more clues. The bed was still made.
She began undoing my pants and pulled out my dick. As she squeezed a little, I found concentration wasn’t the only thing getting harder.
She would have had the bellhop carry her bag, was it him? Maybe, or the room service guy?
She climbed onto me and I felt her exquisite warmth as she lowered herself on me.
“Okay, enough thinking. What’s your guess?”
“So, it isn’t the guy whose card is on the table, you met him on the train, not the elevator. You left the card out to throw me off. It wasn’t the driver, not enough time. So it was either the room service guy or the bellhop.”
She began bouncing faster.
“That’s not an answer smart guy.”
“The two champagne buckets were delivered at different times, the one with the open bottle was here longer, I can tell by the condensation. My guess is you gave the bellhop a blowjob because you didn’t have any cash in your wallet and he brought up a second bottle as a thank you.”
“Well done my clever man, he was so cute, smooth, strong, and young, it took just a few minutes.”
At this point, while I imagined the lucky young man coming in her mouth, Mia touched her clit and started to convulse and I let go myself.
Mia stood up, and started pulling her holdup stockings back in place, then grabbed her dress and went in to finish her makeup.
Beautiful women in fur wraps and high heels aren’t unheard of on Madison Avenue, but she certainly caught the eye of both men and women as we shopped.
Still enjoying playing games, she tried without success to shock the shoe salesman, who almost certainly got several views of her pussy still leaking from our afternoon romp.
Back at the hotel, more champagne was starting to calm my nerves as I absently fingered the cuff links Mia bought me.
That was before Mia walked out in a garter set and her new shoes. She calmly walked past me on her way to the closet.
“Why are you wearing panties?”
“We are still playing Clue.”
My nerves shot through the roof.
“What’s the game this time?” I asked.
“Same game, if you win, I will come to Europe with you in two weeks. And I will be your little fuck toy. I will even behave.”
The thought was arousing.
“Mia, seriously, you have to behave tonight.”
As I slowly zipped up the back of her dress, she softly said “I’ll be discreet.” Which really wasn’t the same thing at all.
The club was as you would expect from a place founded by robber barons. Cocktail hour was held in the library, and it seemed like Mia was the visual appetizer. The library was breathtaking, with huge windows and dark oak paneling. I introduced her to one of the senior attorneys, an elegantly dressed gray haired man, and he rather quickly whisked her away to show her the billiards room.
It occurred to me that bringing her anywhere was basically a soft swap. I was sharing this beauty with every man in the room, some of the women, and now with a man, or men, in another room. I walked around a bit, a second bar was set up in what looked like a reading room and I went there to take advantage of a shorter line.
At dinner, she sat across from me, between the handsome gray-haired lawyer and a young energy trader. She clearly captivated both of them.
I was engaged with a young woman in a fetching dress, who was extolling the wealth preservation benefits of her firm’s lower returns. On my other side was a portly man from Texas, with a business and life so boring I remember neither.
The young ornament to wealth management asked a few questions about my striking opps person giving me a raised eyebrow and a skeptical look.
As dinner wrapped up, Mia announced they were going to the billiards room and that the guys were going to teach her three cushion. She even made that sound naughty.
I escaped from the Texan, and the wealth gal and I went to the library, ostensibly to examine the volumes. I really just wanted to feel her butt, squeeze her waist, and kiss her in a dark corner.
Alas, the library was occupied by five or six men holding glasses of brown liquor all leaning too close to a tiny blonde.
We pivoted, and my brunette looked at me with a naughty smile and suggested the billiards room.
We arrived and saw about six guys were watching Mia. She was leaning over the billiards table with the toe of one heel barely touching the ground.
As I examined the scene, especially Mia’s stocking top peaking out of her dress, the little brunette gave me another look that clearly said she didn’t buy our cover story.
We watched the three cushion for a bit, then I suggested we check out the athletic department. We stopped briefly in the reading room to grab the last two drinks before they decommissioned the small bar, and we headed upstairs.
There, finally alone, I got my hand around her waist, pulled her in, and we had a long slow kiss. She had a lovely neck which I kissed, focusing on that soft and sensual spot beneath the ear lobe, she eventually pushed me down on a sofa and straddled me.
It was a first rate make-out session. I wanted to save myself for the evening. We took a break, sipped our drinks and talked about Hamilton (she had just seen it), about music, about art. She tried to talk about Mia, but I managed to escape the subject.
When we wandered back to the billiards room, Mia was playing pool with the forgettable Texan. Yet, it seemed, he had turned on the charm and she was laughing and touching his arm. The rest of the crowd was gone, and it seemed time to leave.
As they wrapped up, the young trader and the silver fox attorney came back and we all started saying our goodbyes. Mia gave everyone a good kiss on the cheek, lingering a little longer on the attorney and whispered something in his ear while I texted the driver.
On our short trip to the hotel, Mia moved my hand to her lacy panties. As my fingers explored that rough lace between her legs, I could feel the marvelous wetness. It was then I realized she decided to wear panties to keep the evidence from leaking out and I worried about my ability to exit the vehicle with suitable grace.
We walked through the lobby arm in arm, I could feel eyes on us, as usual, heads turned.
In the elevator, she looked up at me and whispered: “who, where, and in what?”
“You will behave in Europe?”
“I will follow your every order Sir.”
“I need a drink.”
Back in the room, as Mia poured me a scotch she asked me to unzip her. Letting her dress fall to the floor, she handed me the glass and led me towards the sofa. She was now standing in front of me, with only her heels, stockings, panties and garter.
I sipped my whiskey.
“I will go with the last question first, and start with the ‘in what?’ You were clearly fucked.” She nodded.
“I’m thinking either towards the end or beginning, when you had some privacy. Probably towards the end.”
She was quiet. She stepped closer and her sticky panties were just above eye level.
My eyes traveled down and back up her legs. I surmised she had a ballerina in her gene pool. Her legs were absurdly and perfectly long. She really was a vision, I wanted to touch her. I reached out, she backed away. “Not until you guess”
I don’t think I ever wanted someone so badly. Even the first time we got together wasn’t like this. And that was true even though, before I first had her, she was one of the few women I actively and consistently fantasized about. I was once again nervous with desire.
“It probably wasn’t the library, or the billiard room, too public… that leaves the reading room.”
“Two of three so far.” She stepped closer to me. I leaned forward. She stopped my head with both hands. I could smell her, I could see little streaks of wetness where the edge of her panties touched her skin. There was a small drop that left a trail back to that thin lace barrier.
Was it the cocky young trader? Was it the older gentleman? Anyone else? I couldn’t really concentrate. No, it couldn’t be the older guy, he may be handsome but he didn’t get to his position taking risks.
That left the trader, he would have done a quickie in the reading room. I looked up at Mia’s face and she smiled. I was about to say the trader. Then, I realized the trader wouldn’t be discreet.
“The Texan.”
At that she nodded “yes” and pulled my face right between her legs.
“He was quite charming alone, and I noticed playing pool he was hung like LBJ. I could see that thing down his pant leg.”
She grabbed my hand and said “let’s take this to bed, you can add to my little cream pie and I will be your good little gal in Europe.”
