A Fistful Of Dollars - Sex Stories

A Fistful Of Dollars

... four hour period, ending at midnight. Gayla was happy for me and wished me luck. At 5:45 pm sharp, I was duly picked up by my chauffeur and driven to The Rialto Hotel . After alighting from the car, I entered the foyer, went to reception and spoke to the front-desk clerk. Less than a minute after having Jon Ramsey paged, he appeared at reception where we met for the first time. After briefly introducing ourselves as Jon and Cinnamon (my working name), he ushered me to a nearby wine bar for a drink before going to the restaurant. I was wearing a full length mint green gown, matching bag, large sterling silver earrings, sterling silver bracelet, silver high-heel shoes and a silver fox fur stole. “Cinnamon, you look absolutely resplendent in your choice of evening wear,” Jon said, in what appeared to be an American accent. “Thank you very much Jon, I take that as a compliment. I do try to please my clients and offer some class when engaged in business,” I replied with a warm welcoming smile. The both of us then took a seat as we awaited our drinks. While continuing our conversation, Jon enquired, “If it is not too rude of me, may I ask how old you are Cinnamon? Even though I thought it was none of his business, I replied by saying,” I am nineteen years old Jon.” “What is an attractive young woman like you doing working in this kind of profession?” Jon awkwardly muttered. I then proceeded to tell him I had moved from the country to Melbourne to study journalism at university, ...

... about the fire-bombing at the restaurant I had been working at, and the need to make ends meet with everyday living. I told Jon that my decision was not really by choice but simply for survival, in getting my BA degree in Journalism. For the next half hour or so, I poured out my life story to him as he listened intently. “Cinnamon, are you ready to accompany me to the restaurant and order a meal,” Jon asked enquiringly. With a nod of my head and a smile, I replied, “Yes Jon, I am ready for a meal now.” We then headed into the next room and ordered our meals. I had been observing Jon’s character since we met, trying to fathom his demeanour and what he does. Quite frankly, I may as well have tried to read a chess player or a professional poker player. Jon was quite tall with an angular face, a dimple on his chin, had no lobes on his ears, light brown crew-cut hairstyle and wore smart fashioned clothing. At a guess I would pick him as being about 6’-2” tall and weighing about 170 pounds. While awaiting our meal and during our meal, I gleaned a lot of information about Jon; there was much more to him than met the eye. Jon was born in California in the United States of America and was of distant Native American descent from the Mojave tribe. Jon graduated from the California State Polytechnic University, Pomona; an outer suburb of Los Angeles. Jon was instrumental in the commissioning of the San Onofre Nuclear Generating Station in California. His expertise in nuclear power stations ...