Even lawyers need to relax
I'd gotten the card from Spike, and of all my clients, I treated his recommendations with the most doubt. He was a good kid, or at least he had been, when somebody had found him screaming his lungs out in some dive in the ass-end of London and changed Willie the local garage rocker into Spike, the hard-living, wild man of modern neo-punk, or
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"Just a vodka straight up."
I smiled back at her as she threw me a wink and mouthed 'He's hot.' to me. It was cute. I took my drink and took a tiny sip and turned back towards him.
"Always was a picky kid. Still am, I guess."
"Nothing wrong with being selective, looks like I just lucked out."
I grinned between sips and watched him lean in a bit closer to me. I could get a nice hint of his cologne. It was subtle. Not like half the men in this place who thought if I could smell them a mile away I might follow the scent. I leaned up onto the bar stool next to him trying to manage in a skirt that didn't really allow for sitting. His hand moved from his side to upon my knee. I wasn't sure if it was bold or just expected. Either way it wasn't unwanted.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
I placed my hand atop his to keep it in place as I finally managed to settle myself onto the stool beside him. I put my glass on the bar and leaned in a bit. It was getting a bit loud and I wasn't one for shouting across the way.
"Name's Eve- and you would be?"
I let my hand come to rest atop his shoulder broad but not too overdone. I would guess three times a week at the company gym. It wasn't something I liked doing, but sizing up the client was something that I had to do. I knew they were doing the same thing to me anyway.
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I nodded slightly in approval. Good-- no fruity umbrella drinks or day-glo cocktails. Cutie was putting check marks in all the right columns, as far as I was concerned.
"Nothing wrong with being selective, looks like I just lucked out."
Smiling back at her, I gave her knee a bit of a squeeze as she put her hand on top of mine. It was a nice reply of a gesture, and it gave me a quick excuse to glance down as she shifted on the stool to find a good sitting position, giving me a couple of quick glimpses of thigh between the tops of her stockings and the hem of her skirt.
"Name's Eve- and you would be?"
Eve leaned in a bit, too, and despite the fact that I paid $120 for my haircut, I still took a quick peek at the small, but very firm-looking-- and real, which made me happier than almost anything else-- breasts that were trapped inside her corset.
I also bit back all of the 'apple' and 'snake' jokes that would spring to anyone's mind. There wasn't a doubt that a woman this hot wouldn't have heard all of them a hundred times, and there was no way I was gonna be that guy. Eve's hand went up to my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Another check mark, examining the goods.
"Angelus," I replied, trying to keep my voice just loud enough to be heard over the rest of the room. "And the name is a very long story that I just might bore you with some other time, after we've gotten to know each other better."
I drained my drink, and waved the bartender over for refills, while the hand on Eve's knee crept north a few inches.
"Speaking of which, what do you say we take these and go find a room where we can actually hear each other?"
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"Angelus," I sipped at my drink and raised an eyebrow. Not too often you hear a name like that. "And the name is a very long story that I just might bore you with some other time, after we've gotten to know each other better."
I watched as he took the last swig of his drink, slid the glass away from him on the bar and waved for another round. I was still sipping away, nothing like ice popping from the bottom of an empty glass only to smack you on the nose. I wasn't about to slam the drink back. I nodded away the second drink, and hoped he wasn't offended. His hand had slid up my thigh a bit, and I wasn't complaining. His hands were pretty well taken care of, and he had a nice grip. Nothing clammy and limp wristed about it.
"Speaking of which, what do you say we take these and go find a room where we can actually hear each other?"
I smiled coyly, and finished my drink. I slide off the bar stool and put a knee up on the stool. I leaned over the counter not very lady-like, but hey I needed to grab the key to the rooms. I didn't even care which one I took, I was just glad that they were locked. Nothing like having the random drunk walk in and crash for an hour or so. Lorne had been smart about that.
My hands felt around below the counter until I finally heard the jingle of keys. I grabbed the first set I could get my hands around and the had to try to get back down from the awkward position I had just put myself in. After some effort I was back on my heels, grinning keys in hand.
I took a glance to the set I had grabbed. Lucky number... 6. I tried to remember what room was what, but it didn't really matter anyway. It wasn't like I was a shy girl or anything. I just wasn't the girl that liked surprises. Walk into one too many rooms at my other job that I wished I had waited 10 more minutes. Well this was going to end up a pleasant surprise at least.
"Not to sound like an airline attentdant, or a hostess.. but right this way."
I tucked my fingers behind the lapel of his jacket and pulled him a off the bar stool. Keeping my hand in place was simple even when I turned under my own arm to lead the way towards the back hall. He kept close to me the whole way there and I dropped my hand from his lapel only once we made it to the door. I turned the key and pushed the door open.
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There wasn't much she could do about the fact that the move put her tight, firm ass on really attractive display, along with the tops of her stockings, the black leather skirt stretched taut over her rear, and hanging just low enough to make me wonder what was underneath. I enjoyed the show immensely and mentally added to her tip.
She managed to get back down off the stool, a key dangling from her finger. Eve slipped off the stool, and smiled.
"Not to sound like an airline attentdant, or a hostess... but right this way."
Eve took a hold of my jacket and led me deeper into the club, past the noise of the main room and into the hallway. Drink in hand, and eyes more on the sway than on the way we were headed, I followed obediently. We got to room 6 and Eve unlocked the door.
Stepping inside, I had to grin. I'd been to other 'establishments' with specialty rooms, but this was really impressive. Appointed like a Roman baths, there was a large bed to one side, and some interesting, if potentially backache-inducing chaise lounges around, but the real selling point was right in the middle.
In the center of the room was a huge sunken tub-- a jacuzzi, to be exact, large enough for at least four people, and by the feel of the air, already starting to warm up. With a very appreciative nod to Eve, I shrugged off my jacket.
"Ahhhhh, just the right thing to start relaxing."
Hanging the jacket on a chair, I finished undressing-- I'm so very much not shy-- and neatly placed it all on the same chair. Padding across the marble tile, I slid slowly into the not-too-hot water, sighing. My eyes were narrowed, but not closed as I looked over to Eve and waited for her to join me.
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The Roman Bath though, was actually a welcome sight. Most times that I was found in a bath situation it was with some elderly man drooling over himself. This was fantastic. I turned to set the key on one of the stone pillars and when I faced him again he was already beginning to disrobe. I suppose I would say he didn't waste anytime, but the sunken jacuzzi didn't really make for clothing optional. He was quite the impressive sight. Built, but not overly muscled. He was neatly laying all the items on one of the chairs.
"Ahhhhh, just the right thing to start relaxing."
Once he was nude he eased into the jacuzzi. He glanced over to me arms extended along the edge of the tiles. I smiled at him, I knew what he was waiting for, and these moments of anticipation were one of my favorites. It was always the wondering what was below the surface.
One by one I unclapsed the ankle straps on my heels slipping my feet out of them. Once my feet were level on the ground I ran my hands down each leg letting my stockings roll beneath my palms until they were at my ankles. I bent over to pick them up and place them next to his well placed clothing.
My skin started to feel the humidity in the room. I reached behind my back and grabbed the zipper from my skirt. I pulled it down and then let it slip in one swift move to the floor. The matching panties to my corset now meeting his approval and sliding down my thighs as well. Now for the hard part. The corset. If I had known that I would be taking it off so soon, I wouldn't have laced it so tight. Pulling on the ties I let the long ends fall to the sides then placed each hand on opposite sides and yanked. It was a bit agressive, but I wasn't about to stand there loosening them one by one. Once I could breathe easy I reached around and unhooked the back clasps until only my hands were holding it in place. I gripped it in my hands and moved it onto the chair. Completely exposed I placed my foot over the top of the other itching my toes a bit before heading towards the water.
I eased into the jacuzzie the water a lot warmer than the outside air. I could feel my feet on the bottom tiles and moved across the water slowly until I was in front of him. I straddled his lap sitting relatively close to him. The water moving around us a bit as it calmed from my walking. I let my arms rest across his shoulders and leaned into his neck. My breasts pressing into him a bit I slowly began to kiss his neck. Staring around the shoulders and moving upwards until I was beneath his earlobe. I pulled away for a moment and whispered into his ear.
"Tell me what you want."
Sure it was cliche, but I tell you what. It works.
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