On a recent business trip, your client, Damien hands you what looks like a credit card. You look at it, turning it over in your hands. The card is black in colour with some numbers embossed on it. No logos, brand names or other distinguishing features on it.What's this?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.
"It's an entrance card to a Private, High Class, Brothel." He explains, leaning in and whispering. "It's actually located at that swanky hotel, just down the street from where you're staying. Very discreet and almost secret!"
"And you're giving this to me... why?" You respond.
"Oh, just in case you get lonely." Brian sits back and smiles. "I know how it can get on these business trips sometimes. Consider it a gift between friends."
"So.. how does it work?" You asked, intrigued.
"Go to the 5th Floor, where they have theirYou open the door to welcome me inside and then quickly close the door. I smile softly at you as I offer you my hand. "Erina, but you can call me whatever you want." I say in my best sultry voice.
You smile awkwardly as you shake my hand and introduce yourself. I place my handbag on the desk and stand before you.
I look to be in my 30s, 5'6", 130lbs with shoulder length black hair. I'm wearing a sheer, ruffled, beige blouse with a black jacket and tight black skirt - looking quite like a corporate woman, here for a private meeting rather than to just fuck you.
I take off my jacket, placing it on the back of the chair. You look me over, liking what you see standing before you. My blouse is tight across my breasts showing they are firm although not that large. A hint of my bra shows through the blouse where there are no ruffles.
"Tell me what you want honey." I say seductively.