Late Night Calls - Part 4/4 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 4/4

... not a prostitute. She has a clean bill of health and is to be treated with the utmost respect.”

I smiled. Someone seemed to move behind me, I heard leather and fabric, and then I heard Mr Jones's voice, “What’s the woman’s name? how does she look? This is a bit weird; don’t you think?”

“Yes, it’s weird but it can also be an amazing experience. But if you’d like to cancel, just say the word. And we’ll turn around.”

“No, no. but tell me a little bit about her.” He sounded a little defeated.

“Since the room will be all dark, she can look like whatever you want her to look like it’s all your imagination. Her name is Chiara.”

I froze in shock! How could she tell him my real name? I was quite sure he only knew my last name, but still. I felt Louis lean closer. His voice was the faintest of whispers.

“Would you really want him to call you by another name during sex?”

He was right. This got even weirder.

The car slowed down, Louis made a sharp turn and I felt us drive down a tunnel. The sound around us changed. We had arrived.

Ruby would take him up the stairs, talk a little more to him, and help him whilst Louis would take the elevator with me, to give me a head start.

The building crew had done an amazing job. There were separate booths for us to undress, I peeled out of my clothes put them on a little table, and entered the room. Someone had used some aroma oils or lit some sort of ambience candle. The room no longer smelled like fresh paint and ...

... wood but like a normal bedroom. A faint hint of flowers and something a bit more earthy. I liked it.

I knew it was nine paces from the doors of the booths to the bed which was in the middle of the room. There was some other furniture, but I was sure Jones wouldn’t care. Slowly I walked towards the room, counting in my head, and sticking my hand out to find the bed. I took a little to get accustomed to the bed and get my general bearings when I heard another door open and close again.

“Hello?” A male voice whispered. I recognised Mr Jones even though he was whispering, I just hoped he wouldn’t recognise me.

“Hello? Chiara?” I whispered.

“This is awkward.” I heard him shuffle around. “Where are you?”

“Follow my voice, I’m already on the bed.” I remembered my role, “What’s your name?”

“David.”

So, he was using his real name, too.

“Nice to meet you.” I giggled. I heard a thud and felt the bed move. “I see you found me.”

“Ouch, yes.”

The bed moved as he slowly crawled onto it.

“What now?” He sounded sheepish.

“Less talking.” I had the advantage, and I knew it. And I was willing to use it.

My outstretched hands felt his skin and he flinched a little surprised by the contact.

“Don’t be afraid.” I let my hands explore his body. His thighs were more muscular than I had imagined, his hips and torso weren’t as ripped as I had thought, but softer and more comfortable. I felt one of his hands touch my arm. Clumsily he felt his way around my body. He ...