It was a sultry summer night, the air thick with the promise of passion. She arrived at the upscale hotel room in her skimpy dress that clung to every curve, revealing just enough for the imagination to fill in the blanks. Her heels echoed through the empty hallways as she walked towards the room numbered 213.
Upon entering, the man stood waiting for her, his eyes devouring her like a starved animal. He was tall, impeccably dressed, and radiated an air of confidence that only wealth can provide. As he extended a hand adorned with a thick gold band, she felt an electric current coursing through her veins. This wasn't just another client; this was a business deal. A lucrative one at that.
He led her to the plush king-sized bed in the center of the room, his fingers trailing down her bare arms as he went. She could feel the heat radiating from his touch, and her skin prickled with anticipation. He gestured towards a table beside the bed where an assortment of condoms and lubricants awaited them.
"Do you have any preference?" she asked, trying to maintain control in this transactional encounter. She needed to remember that this was business, pure and simple.
He chose a condom from the box, its shiny sheen reflecting the soft glow of the lamp nearby. He ripped it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving hers. His hands deftly rolled the rubber onto his erection, stretching it over the swollen head before slipping it on completely.
With that done, he gestured for her to remove her dress. As she did so, slowly peeling each layer away like a skilled stripper, his eyes devoured every inch of her exposed skin. He reached out and traced the contours of her body with his fingers, eliciting soft moans from her lips.
Her panties came off next, revealing her wet folds beckoning for attention. As she stepped closer to him, their bodies meshed together, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. The smell of his aftershave mixed with her own musky scent, creating a heady cocktail that intoxicated them both.
He guided her onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs. His fingers traced up her inner thighs before dipping down to tease her clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She writhed beneath him, yearning for more as he increased his pace, moving from slow gentle circles to harder flicks.
As he continued to stimulate her, she could feel her arousal building, the wetness between her legs increasing with each passing moment. He knew what he was doing; this man had experience beyond measure.
He lifted himself off of her for a moment, reaching for a bottle of lubricant on the table beside the bed. With practiced ease, he squirted some onto his fingers and began to massage it into her opening. She gasped at the sensation, feeling the cool liquid seep into her folds, preparing her for what was to come.
Without warning, he plunged inside, filling her completely with one swift thrust. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable all at once, causing her to arch her back in response. He began to move within her, finding a rhythm that suited them both. With each thrust, he pushed further into her depths until she could feel him hitting her cervix.
The pain quickly subsided as pleasure took its place, washing over her like a tidal wave. She clung onto him, reveling in the sensation of being filled by this man. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of lust and desire that echoed through the empty hotel room.
As he continued to move within her, she could feel herself nearing climax. Her body tightened around him, urging him onward until finally, with a single cry of release, she exploded into orgasm. Her muscles clenched around his shaft, drawing out his own release as well.
They lay there for several moments, basking in the afterglow of their passion. The sweat glistened on their skin, mingling with the sticky residue left behind by their lovemaking. Despite this being purely a business transaction, they couldn't help but feel a connection forged in the fires of their desire.
In the end, it wasn't just about the pleasure; it was about the power dynamic that came with such encounters. She had taken control and given him exactly what he desired - not because she wanted to, but because it was her job. And as they lay there, both satisfied yet emotionally detached, she knew she could do this again tomorrow...and the day after that...and so on.
The business of pleasure was a complicated one, filled with raw passion and cold calculations alike. But for now, she allowed herself to revel in the memory of this encounter, knowing full well that it was merely one chapter in her ongoing story.