The television wasn’t doing it. Just sitting in this hotel room wasn’t doing it. Billie needed something to do besides sit and play with herself. She had been on a two week education tour for her company and this was the tail end of the last week and she couldn’t have been more bored. Five cities and seeing nothing but the inside of a conference room or the inside of a hotel suite just wasn’t cutting it. She had to get out of here or go crazy. Just waiting for the flight out tomorrow at noon was excruciating for her.
Billie stood about five foot ten and weighed about one twenty five. She was firm and slender for her age and she supported her finest asset, (in her opinion), a pair of thirty eight D cup breasts. Men found them irresistible and they also enjoyed her long muscular legs and tight ass. However, being blonde and having brains was a complete turn off to a lot of men. No matter how they were packaged. That and the fact that she spent two weeks of every month teaching classes for her company all over the country did not help her with relationships. Most of them were short lived, hot and furious sexual romps that led nowhere. She was as bored with that as she was with these stupid hotel rooms. “Time for a change”, she thought.
She went through her baggage and found herself a sexy satin black dress that flattered her form. She also found some nylons and a garter belt with a set of black panties and a bra to match. She set about doing herself up. She showered and shaved and spent a long time getting her make up just right. She dressed carefully admiring herself in the large mirrored bathroom. She was well satisfied with the results of her work and picked up her small hand bag and took the elevator down to the hotel bar.
This town was not a large metropolitan center of commerce, just an average town and the residents used the hotel for everything from dancing to romancing at night. When she entered the bar, several male heads spun to admire her as she confidently strolled to the bar and took a seat. The bartender was on her like a hawk, “What can I do for ya?”
“In a tall glass, I would like to get a ginger ale with a squeeze of lime in it. I don’t really drink, I just like to socialize.”
The bartender eyed her with caution and then nodded his head and fixed her drink to her specks. He placed it before her and the large wedge of lime resting on the rim of the glass. He observed the low cut black dress showing her cleavage and studied her overall appearance. The paleness of her legs shown through the stockings as she crossed her legs and the glimpse of a garter strap holding up the stocking was visible. Looking at where his sight was fixed she adjusted her dress to cover her undergarments and gave him a smile. “Are you working”, he asked?
She was taken by surprise at his question and at first she was offended but then caught herself before she answered, “As a matter of fact, yes, but I’m particular,” she answered. This was not what she had planned. She was more in line for trolling for some guy for the night, but the sound of this aroused her in a way that mere sex did not.
The bartender leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “at my bar you pay ten percent of your trick and I’ll steer you to the money, how about that?”
The thought intrigued her and she had a lascivious smile on her face, “how about a flat rate of twenty bucks? You can get something off the John when he asks.”
The bartender picked up a glass and began to clean it with a bar towel inspecting some microscopic dust particle invisible to the naked eye, “make it thirty”.
“Twenty five and you got a deal,” she replied.
The bartender smiled and put the glass down, “deal, the drinks are on the house, but if a John pays for ‘em your drinking silver ladies, got it”.
“Got it”, and with that he was off down the bar working the crowd. Billie was experiencing a rush of excitement with this new development in her life and she was enjoying it. She had never before considered sex for hire and it occurred to her to be a sweet deal. She was intoxicated with the idea of it. It brought forth all sorts of ideas and possibilities and appealed to the bad girl inside of her. She wanted to play this role. It had nothing to do with money, but the opportunity to be a whore really excited her.
While she sipped her drink a man approached and sat beside her, “Can I buy you a drink?” He had on a pair of jeans and a nice sports coat with patches on the elbows.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the bartender shake his head. He rubbed an index finger around his thumb for money and followed it up with his fingers in the shape of a zero.
She looked the man right in the eyes and in a husky voice she said, “You can’t afford me”. The man looked like he’d been slapped in the face. He mumbled an apology and left.
At the other end of the bar she saw the bartender talking to a well dressed man in an expensive suit. She watched as they engaged in conversation and the bar tender nodded his head in her direction and the man looked at her. She gave him a coy smile and winked at him. She saw the business man nod his head in approval to the bar tender and he passed him some cash. They spoke a few words to each other and the Bar man eased toward her, taking drink orders as he went down the bar. When he got to her he picked up a towel and wiped the space next to her, “this guy has a wad of hundreds that would choke a horse. He’s looking for some action.”
A surge of adrenalin flooded into her and she seemed about to explode with it. She made her best effort to control herself and sounded calm as she spoke. “Tell him to wait ten minutes and come on up to room five twenty five, I’ll be waiting.” She reached into her purse and took out a twenty and a five and placed it on the bar next to her drink. “Thanks hon,” she said and slid off the bar stool and walked toward the elevators. She stopped half way and looked over her shoulder and saw the business man watching every step she made. She gave him another coy smile and continued walking.
Once in the elevator she felt her knees buckling and she had no idea what she was going to do when this guy showed up. Who knows what kind of weird sex he might be into and what she should charge him. She could feel herself sweating and it seemed like she didn’t have enough air to breathe. When the elevator got to the fifth floor she fell out of it as if she had been trapped in there for weeks. She straightened her dress and got a grip on herself and found her room.
She checked her make up in the mirror and repaired any damage her excitement caused. Next she turned the air conditioner up and the cool air felt welcome to her. Then she dug around her suit case and found a couple of condoms she had in there from god knows when. She was nervous and didn’t know quite what to do and then she noticed the television bolted into the wall of the room and turned it on. This hotel had cable hook up to all the rooms and she went down the menu and found what she wanted, (a pay channel for porn movies), and charged it to her room. She closed the drapes and it was the ideal setting for an evening of paid sex. There was a little refrigerator there and she took out a few airline bottles of booze and placed them on the dresser next to a tray with a couple of paper wrapped glasses. Her suite had two double beds in it and both were made in the fashion of hotels everywhere, so tight you could bounce a quarter of it. She sat on the edge of one of the beds and lit up a smoke and waited for her trick. Outwardly she appeared calm and in control but inside she was tense and wired. She felt like a coiled spring.
After about ten minutes, she heard a soft knock at the door. She smoothed her dress and opened the door and let the business man in. He stood a little over six feet tall and was in his early thirties. He had a trim frame and looked as if he used the gym on a regular basis. He carried a bottle of scotch with him and placed it on the counter next to the airline bottles.