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Toni was sitting at her vanity, repairing her hair and makeup after getting out of the shower. She understood what to anticipate from the guy and understood his likes and dislikes, which she checked out in the file that she was offered by her supervisor at Simple Pleasures Escort Service.
She discovered and checked out the file that he took pleasure in a great deal of various things: blindfolds, handcuffs, leather straps, sensuous massages, oral, and down & filthy sex. Clearly, he didn't desire anybody to understand he had actually worked with a lady from an escort service since he provided an alias for his name, "James O'Malley". The directions in the file specified that she was to fulfil "James" at a club called The Naked Pussycat on Watson Blvd, downtown.
She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a 5 feet high brunette with hazel green eyes surrounded by long lavish eyelashes, a soft set of pouty lips covered with cherry red lip gloss, a somewhat pointy chin and nose, soft peachy hued skin, a slim neck and complete perky 42D breasts. She understood a couple of men who truly enjoy playing with her ass and she smiled.
She slipped on her black lace bra and matching panties, her black lace garter belt and fishnet stockings, a red leather mini-skirt, and a tight red blouse with only 5 buttons holding the front of it closed throughout her breasts. She moved her small size 8 feet into a set of 3 inch high black heels, inspected her hair and cosmetics once again in the mirror, then got her bag from the cabinet on her method out the door.
She just understood that the file mentioned that he would be using a black leather "bicycle rider" coat and he had sandy blonde hair. She stepped through the door of the club to hear and feel the 'thump thump thump' of the beat from the speakers.
She stood there a minute to let her eyes get used to the strobe and the darkness lights, then continued to the bar and purchased a rum & coke as she rested on among the uninhabited bar stools. She tossed some cash on the counter and relied on a survey space. Couples were at cubicles and tables chuckling and talking, while others were grooving on the dance floor, their hips bumping and grinding with the beat, hands all over one another, and a couple of were engaged in steamy kisses.
She sat there drinking her beverage and munching from the bowl of popcorn that was sitting on the bar when a gentleman using a leather bicycle rider coat came through the door. She glanced up and understood quickly that the male was "James".
He was high, about 6'4" approximately, perhaps around 230 pounds of strong muscle, with broad shoulders, well-formed muscular arms and chest which tapered down to a lean waist, slim hips (with a certain big bulge showing itself now), strong thighs, which she believed would hold her simply completely on his lap, and muscular calves which his tight denim flaunted completely. She leaned back a bit as he stepped to the bar and bought a beer, so she might take a look at his ass, which as she thought was well-rounded and firm covered by that tight jeans.
She listened to the noise of his voice as he spoke to the bartender and nearly swooned as the richness of it streamed over her, leaving goosebumps on her arms. I'm James. He smiled back, his complete lips exposing intense white teeth, all completely straight.
She cleared her throat and stated huskily, "Yes, I'm Toni. He chose and nodded up his beverage, as well as hers, and they strolled around the dance floor to an empty table along the back wall of the club.