Lucia - Sex Stories

Lucia

... headed home, and took a long hot shower. My legs wobbled as I stood under the hot water, and my nerves began to kick in. I rubbed my pussy as a stress reliever, and hoped that my gracious host would be happy with what he saw this evening. I climbed out of the shower and spent an over an hour working on my hair and makeup before slipping into my dress, making sure every aspect of my outfit was perfect. Finally content, and just on time, I headed downstairs to meet my ride outside the front lobby. A little shakily at first, I began my saunter to the elevator in my new shoes. Passing a f****y in the hallway, I think I nearly gave the husband a heart attack, and his wife actually covered the eyes of her young son as he stared up at me, and I'm certain nearly saw up my dress. I heard a loud smack after I passed them, and glanced back to see the man rubbing the back of his head, and shaking it side to side ruefully. "She runs a tight ship," I thought to myself. When I got into the elevator, I had looked back over my shoulder in the mirrored surface, and saw that about a third of my ample ass was hanging out the bottom on my dress. Hiking it back down just a little I laughed to myself, thinking I must look like a high class call girl, not that such a sight is rare in Las Vegas. I actually felt my pussy moisten at the thought, and realized I could probably make a pretty penny trawling the casinos if I so desired. When the elevator doors slid open, I noticed a large group of ...

... paparazzi in the lobby, who seemed to be busy taking shots of a long legged blonde who was in the process of checking in. As I slunk by near the back of the group, one of the photographer turned around and starting snapping pics of me as I walked by. Blowing him a kiss and a wink, I continued on my way, not bothering to discover the identity of the tall blonde with the huge sunglasses. I was flattered that one of the men had taken my picture, but figured it was certainly for his own private collection rather than some publication. Even most gossip rags don't make a habit of posting pictures of e****ts, no matter how high class they look! When I walked out the main door, the company limo was waiting for me, and I was quickly underway. Looking into a mirrored surface in the limo, I examined the results of my hard day's work. Even to my own critiquing eye, I looked flawless, with not a single strand of hair out of place. It would be interesting, I thought to compare and contrast how my current perfection with how my face and makeup would look by the end of the night. I looked forward to the video evidence the company would provide me with, and made a mental note to screen capture this image later for the comparison. I knew very little about the man I was meeting. All the company had told me was that I matched his preferences with 99% accuracy, which sounded pretty good to me! They told me only that he was an older gentleman, and one of their best clients. My initial reaction was to say ...