The Client on the Sixth Floor


“Bloody hell,” she thought. It was a gorgeous suite. She’d been to the hotel before, of course, in fact she worked here quite a bit. But she’d never been to the Sixth floor. Indeed, the elevator didn’t even go to the Sixth floor. You got out at Five and a uniformed man escorted you up a short flight of stairs to Floor Six. He asked her if she needed help carrying her bags. She only had one bag. She obviously didn’t need his assistance. It was a nice touch though, she thought. He escorted her to the suite and raised an eyebrow as she knocked on the door. She gave him a knowing look. He turned on his heel and left her there. Her kind didn’t tip.”Come in,” said a voice and she pushed open the door.The suite was bigger than her apartment. There was a large open-plan bedroom/lounge room with a 42” flat-screen TV mounted on the wall and a computer system which was playing quiet music through built-in speakers in the ceiling. She thought it might be Prokofiev. The speakers framed the mirror above the huge bed. There was a settee and two armchairs surrounding a coffee table. She was impressed.She wandered through the rooms, exploring. The bathroom was bigger than her living room. It had a bidet. On the balcony there was a jacuzzi which was illuminated in blue light and beside it a little table and chairs, where you might sit and smoke, if you so desired. “How much is he paying for this?” She wondered. “Probably a hell of a lot more than he is paying for me.”Remembering why she was here, she re-entered the main room and saw that her client was now sitting, fully dressed, upon the settee. He looked nervous. They very often did. “Nice suit,” she thought. Hugo Boss, if she had to make a bet.But he was sort of cute; often they weren’t. He looked a little like a slightly older George Clooney, that was if George had let himself go a bit. He watched her as she walked back into the room. Noticing that he was sipping upon what looked like a glass of wine, she asked, “Would you mind if I made myself a drink?” These were the first words she ever spoke to him in person, she remembered that later.“I’m so sorry,” he said, smiling shyly and rising from the couch. “Please, sit down and tell me what you’d like…”“Well, a dry white wine would be lovely,” she said as she reclined upon the settee.He looked in the mini-bar and asked, “Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Grigio?”“Pinot, grazie,” she said, exhausting her entire command of the Italian language.He delivered her drink and she clinked glasses with him as he sat beside her. She sipped her wine. “Ooooh, that’s lovely,” she said, slightly out of character now. She was enjoying this, that wasn’t always the way it worked.He smiled and she noticed that he looked rather attractive when he did. A less experienced girl might have wondered why someone like him would need someone like her. She had no such illusions. “We should probably get the money thing out of the way first,” she began. “It’s just that…”“That’s fine,” he interrupted. “Look, there’s an envelope on the bedside table. It’s a little more than we agreed Escort Ataşehir on when we spoke on the ‘phone but that’s fine. Really.”Her eyes narrowed, “You said you just wanted a hand-job. That’s what you said. Now, I can do other stuff but if you want that, but we would need to talk…”“A ‘hand-job’ would be perfect, as agreed,” he said.“Okay then,” she grinned, pleased that it looked like this was going to be an easy gig. “Why don’t you get undressed, slip into that big bed and I’ll make myself ready for you?” She waited, watching as he undressed and slipped between the Egyptian cotton sheets. As she watched, she noticed that he was actually quite fit. “Hmm… Nice cock.”Then she went to work. She turned away from the bed and took off her jacket. She could feel his eyes upon her as she did what she had learned that they liked. Casting her coat aside, she raised her hands up over her head and stretched like a cat. She heard him sigh. They mostly did.Still facing away from him, she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. He moaned, loudly. She knew that she was pretty, but what made them gasp was her ink. Her entire back was tattooed. She’d had done it for herself, but Christ, the clients were always shocked by it. If you’re an entertainer you need to know your audience. Don’t give them what they expect.She unbuttoned her pencil skirt and, wiggling her arse, let it fall to her high-heeled feet. She turned around, all too aware of how her black satin lingerie flattered her figure and asked if he would like her fully naked. Of course, she knew before he replied that he would at least want the stockings left on. “Please, just your panties and stockings. I’d like to play with your breasts while you…” “While I stroke you,” she finished for him, laughing in her head at the thought of finishing for him as she was about to ‘finish him’… Her sense of humour was ‘out there’ to say the least.She realised that he was still staring at her and also that she had a big smile on her face. Damn, she felt particularly relaxed, too relaxed, with this one. “Get your business head on, girl!” she silently admonished. “What should I call you?” She asked as as she stood, still facing the window.”Call me Simon. That’s my real name, just so you know,” he almost stammered, almost. “Your name is Tilly, right?””Yes, that is my name, but you can call me anything you like,” she winked.”I like Tilly,” he said. “Is it short for anything?””Well, I was christened Mathilda,” she replied, looking over her shoulder at him watching her. Why was she telling him this? “Back to work, Mattie!” Her real friends called her Mattie.Still standing with her back to him, she reached her arms up behind her back and unclasped her black satin bra then slipped her hands round, inside the cups. She had large, full breasts and she slid her fingers over her nipples, giving them a discreet pinch to ensure that they were nice and erect, presenting them at their best for her ‘client’. Oh, they were already quite stiff… “Strange,” she thought as Ümraniye escort she turned back to her attentive punter.She moved her hands onto her hips and saw Simon’s appreciative gaze as he reclined back on the bedspread, taking all of her in and she was gratified to notice that his cock was already almost at full-mast. It was funny, no matter how often she had done this, and there had been a fair few, it always gave her a kick to know that she exerted this power over a man. He was well-endowed, must be seven, maybe even eight inches and thick! By God, he was thick. “All the better to eat you,” she giggled to herself as she approached him.”So,” she smiled as she began to crawl onto the bed towards him, “How would you like this to happen?””Well, really, if you could just make me come with your hand while I look at you and play with your tits. That would be, well, just great actually,” he grinned sheepishly.God, he was sooooo polite! She was actually quite disappointed, but she dutifully sat down beside him on the bed, looked at his eager face and reached out and touched his shaft with the tips of her fingers. He gulped as she grasped his cock. Sitting beside him on the bed, she began to stroke him slowly and firmly. She felt him tense as she touched him.”Shhh, shh…” She whispered as she placed her other hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. He relaxed under her touch and, she noticed, became even bigger and harder in her hand. He had a big cock! Quickening her movements on his shaft, her thumb circled his cock-head as her other moved from his torso and began gently kneading his balls. “Needing his balls,” she thought. “Damn it, girl, concentrate.”He moaned and raised his hips. “Can I… Is it okay if I feel your breasts?” He panted.Frankly she thought he’d never ask.”Yes, you can, Simon,” she whispered as, with a groan, his hands moved on her. She moved herself closer, to make it easier for him to touch her, and touch her he did. His strong hands grasped her breasts firmly but gently, his fingers teasing her hard nipples. The sensation shot straight to her pussy and she felt herself moistening under his caresses. Knickers getting actually wet now…(What was she like?)Normally she’d lube herself up before a client, but this guy was just a hand-job, so she hadn’t bothered. But, bloody hell, she was wet enough NOW!She continued to move her hands on him as he fondled her exquisite tits. He was panting now, nearly ready to come. The thought excited her. Looking at his ready-to-come cock, she did something very unprofessional. She lowered her face onto him and took him in her painted mouth, sucking him in deep into her throat. After a couple of deep sucks she swirled her tongue around the top of his glans.”Ahhhhhhhhhhhh….” He moaned.Now bobbing her head up and down on him with a passion she KNEW she shouldn’t feel, she felt his own hands on her sides, attempting to move her. He was trying to get her to put her pantie clad pussy in his face. She moved over him on the bed, her Bostancı escort bayan knees now on either side of his chest. He delved into her centre as she made herself available to him. A hungry tongue began to poke and lick at her through the silk of her knickers. Now it was she who moaned…She was going to come! That never happened! Not at WORK, but as he licked her and nuzzled her, his hands again stroking her breasts and long nipples, she abandoned herself and pushed her ass against his eager mouth. And then, with a low groan, she came, shuddering as she ground herself against him.She lost herself for a moment. His gentle kissing of her ass around her panties reminded her of why she was there. His erect cock, (was it even bigger and harder now?) was still grasped in her fist, brushing her lipstick… Taking him back into her mouth she did what she knew she did well. She sucked him like a whore.She felt him grip her ass, as if holding on for dear life and then his hands were moving down her thigh. She felt one of her stockings roll down to her knee, under his palm.Within seconds her throat was filled as he raised his hips and came deep into her. Pulse after pulse of hot creamy come. She swallowed every drop. She was, after all, a very professional girl…“JESUS!! FUCK!” He sighed, smiling, then took a moment as she took a tissue and wiped him from her hand and lips.”Thank you, Tilly,” he grinned. “You may go now, if you wish. Your money is on the bedside table.”She smiled and lifted the envelope, he had put in more than they had agreed, like he said. She picked up her discarded clothes and made a move, to dress in the privacy of the bathroom.”Unless of course…”She paused.”Do you have time for a glass of wine? Or do you have to be somewhere else? I mean, I know you… Well… You know… I mean you might have someone else to… Umm, see, I suppose?”She turned back to face him.”But if you’re not in a mad rush, I wonder might we do this again?””I think we might,” she silently thought to herself.”Tilly? I don’t suppose I could watch you dress?” he asked.She smiled to herself, pleased, before turning to face him. “Of course you can, sweetie. I’ll do it slowly. You can even watch me touch up my make-up.”He beamed. “That’ll be an extra fifty quid, mind you,” she joked.He smiled and poured her a glass of wine before reaching for his wallet.”Oh Simon, you know, I was only kidding about the extra cash!” She gasped.She sat down on the edge of the bed and then reclined back beside him. She was still naked apart from her panties and the one stocking that was still on.She lit a cigarette and, completely disregarding everything she’d been taught about making a quick exit, said, “Come here Simon, come here. Come to me.”But he didn’t. Instead he reached out and took the cigarette from her fingers. He took a deep drag, looking at her disheveled perfect form. She looked… Sated, and he knew that HE’D done that.She looked puzzled as she watched him, watching her…”You MIGHT do me a tiny favour?” He asked.She raised an eyebrow, “Not a normal punter, this one,” she thought. But there really was something about him that she liked.”What?” She asked.”Get out of bed, put your other stocking back on, pull them up those gorgeous fucking legs, step into your heels again, buckle them up and come back to my bed…””Do I leave my knickers on?””Yes.

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