Mr. Kingsley

So what does a Billionaire have that I can't sleep my way to get? That's what Stella Henry thought as she slept between the legs of her regular client. Fortunately, her life is about to hit a 180 when she wakes up next to the dashing Donovan Kingsley, the hotel and casino billionaire, and the owner of the escort company she's currently employed.

Chapter One

I turned my face on the pillow. I could see her sleeping with her relaxed face peeping through the thin blanket. Her bangs almost covering her snowy forehead and temples which brought two shades of color against her skin. She opened her eyes and smiled. I stole a glance before she closed her eyes again.

Soon, daylight pierced through the large window, softly touching the surfaces of the room. The bed sheet reflected the brightness of the light and I saw her face glow.

I was tired. I recalled the night and grinned internally. It was the moaning and gasping that stirred my groin and left a tickle in my clitoris. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers over her cheeks. She smiled blissfully and opened her eyes again to look at me. I was naked under the blanket. My pussy was still drenched from last night. I held the tip of the blanket which extended towards me and crawled deeper inside. She turned away from me laying sideways. I moved closer to her warm body, wrapping my arm around her stomach and pressed my body against her.

She pushed her backside against me as I slipped a finger into her. I slowly kissed her earlobe and sucked it. She moaned and her body shivered. Her eyes closed and her lips parted as I slipped yet another finger into her and spread her labia lips apart with my other hand to softly rub her clitoris.

"Mmm, fuck," she moaned through partially opened lips.

I removed my hands gently and pressed her shoulder against the bed so that I hovered over her and pressed myself against her breasts. She sucked in a quick breath as I leaned down to suck a nipple into my mouth. I fondled her other nipple until it was erect and flush against my palm. She bit her bottom lip fiercely and grabbed a handful of my backside. Squeezing. I closed my eyes and smiled, still fingering her urgently. I wanted to taste her again. To taste her sweet juices that dribbled down my fingers.

I pulled my fingers away slowly and she breathed out a sigh. I crept lower until I was above her clitoris and kissed her exposed skin. She jolted and shivered, squeezing my wrist that rested near her waist. I looked at the pulsing, pink muscle and licked it. Her skin was too sensitive. I wanted to taste her so bad. Juice oozed out of her vagina and I licked my lips.

I nudged her clitoris with my tongue before covering it with my lips and giving it a long sensual suck. She jerked and arched her back, pushing her groin against my mouth which I lathered with my tongue.

"Mmm," she moaned as her hands gripped the sheets tightly.

Her delicate fingers balled into tiny fists around handfuls of cloth. Her fists only gripped tighter as I continued to suck and burry my tongue deep inside her vaginal canal. It's so sweet. I wanted more.

I teased the lips of her labia, licking and sucking hard. I slipped a finger inside. Then another. And another. I roughly fingered her as I devoured her clitoris. The sounds of her cries echoed through the master bedroom. Dancing off the walls.

I tasted her again, and again, and again until her legs shook and her words were slurred with moans of ecstasy. I kept going as she tried to wriggle out of the way. I covered her pussy with my mouth and sucked. She squirmed. I didn't want to let her go. Her taste was like a Carmel apple. I wanted more.

She managed to crawl away and I stared wildly around the room for something to keep her at my mercy. I spotted two pairs of furry hand cuffs. Perfect. I lurched an arm and caught her wrist before locking one to a bed post. Then the other. Only her legs were free. I wanted that juicy pussy. I could see it's shinny pink surface. So yummy.

I licked my lips and gripped a piece of cloth I found by the nightstand and quickly lunged for a foot. Soon she had one foot free. I grinned at her, but a look of panic was returned to me. I gazed at a red bandanna on the coffee table and picked it up. I slowly walked to the bed and gently took her free foot to tie it to the last bed post. She obliged.

And there she was. Trapped and spread eagle against a bed. My eyes raking every curve of her naked body. Stopping for the longest moment on her smooth pale pussy. The light that had crept into the room was now tickling the exposed wet flesh that caused it to shine. It was mesmerizing.

I placed a knee on the bed, and then another. I crawled toward her waist and bit my lip before pressing the front of my body against the surface of the bed and sliding my arms under each leg. I clasped my hands around her thighs and moved closer until I could see the pulsing of her clitoris.

Without hesitation I dipped my head and licked. I didn't let my tongue leave the feel of her quivering pussy. I ate her until she spasmed, then I ate her some more, licking between every fold and sucking hard then gently. I moved away and looked at her. Eyes pleading back at me. I merely smiled and reached over the bed to where I had dropped the strap on. I wasn't able to use it last night. But I will now. I fastened it in front of her and watched as her eyes widen as she whimpered.

I clicked on the vibration to a light setting and inched closer to her. She struggled against her binds and I smiled mischievously. I rubbed the tip of the fleshy, nude silicone cock against her clitoris, teasing, and she jolted. She started to shake as more juice oozed out of her. I took that as my cue and pushed into her slowly. Her pussy sucked me right in and she let out a cry.

I continued fondling her breasts one after another as my hips started moving to a rhythm. I watched her shut her eyes tight and bite her lips has I thrusted into her. It was hard to push. She must've been too tight. Her cries grew higher the faster I moved. She was close. I saw her fists clutch at the blanket and her eyes roll back. Her mouth, with sexy plump pink lips, opened wide. I hovered over her and sucked a nipple into my mouth as I continued to pump into her. She screamed, tightened her muscles in release. I waited until her body went limp and slowly pulled out of her.

Last I saw she was walking out the front door with her Louis Vuitton's clicking on the granite tile floors of the hotel suite. I caught a glimpse of the black cocktail dress and thin trench coat, ruby blonde hair and a lavender luggage on wheels as she turned the corner of the hall.

I walked into the suite and glanced at the kitchen counter. A thick envelope caught my eye and I walked toward it. I lifted the packet, it was open, and peered inside. I smiled and counted the large bills. As a regular, she always left a hefty tip. I pocketed the envelope into my pocketbook and strode out of the suite, remembering to lock the door.

The life of an escort is an easy thing. Just don't fall in love with your client.

Chapter Two

"You were requested by Mrs. Baxter. Specifically."

Darnell Thomas groaned and shut his eyes. I chuckled as I leaned against the south wall facing the room. I picked at the stem of the Granny Smith apple in my hand before taking a bite.

Darnell glared daggers at me, but I merely smiled and chewed slowly before swallowing, taking another bite.

The woman at the end of the long glass table looked in my direction before glancing down at the laptop screen in front of her. She closed her eyes and sighed with a defeated expression.

I looked at my cuticles, my fingers spread out in front of me. I tossed the apple into a nearby wastebasket and sucked my teeth before I retrieved the bottle of nail polish I had stowed away into the right pocket of my dress pants.

It was a little lighter than the burgundy red I wore last week. I twisted the small cap and delicately brushed my nails and spread them in front of me to admire the color.

Darnell huffed and stood up from his seat. He sucked his teeth before stomping toward the door, swung it open and stormed out, letting it slam behind him.

I grinned and looked up at the woman at the far end of the room. She shook her head slowly as she stared at me. A small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

I smirked and walked over. The bottle of nail polish still in my hand as I approached. The name tag on her chest read Camellia Joseph, Supervisor. I set the small bottle on the table in front of her and pulled out a desk chair. I sat comfortably and looked at her. She swallowed and glanced at my cleavage before looking me right in the eyes. At that moment, I knew I had her. It was a perfect opportunity to get higher pay.

I licked my bottom lip slowly before pulling it under my teeth. She was momentarily distracted with this gesture and cleared her throat to focus again, but the damage was done. That was my cue. I swiftly got up and walked towards the door to lock it before I started to unbutton my black dress shirt. I finished by the time I walked back to her, my shirt wide open to get another reaction out of her.

I was bra-less and slim thick. My naturally large and perky breasts were the awe of many of the escorts and the talk of many of the male and female supervisors. At 5 foot 7, Sporting 34DD's, a 27 inch waist, thick thighs, and 16 inch black Peruvian hair, I made Camellia stare with her mouth open.

I smiled and straddled her lap, my ripe nipples inches from her lips. I caressed her cheeks softly, encouraging, and rubbed my dusty rose areoles. Her eyes stared at my breasts before finally closing her lips around my puckered left nipple and sucked.

I placed my arms to my sides and let her fondle my breasts. Her mouth felt wet and warm against my skin. I shivered slightly and gently pulled away. She looked up at me confused as I got down from her lap and began to unbutton my dress pants.

They slid to the floor as I unzipped them and I hoisted myself onto the table. I spread my knees and beckoned toward the woman. She hesitated but rolled forward in the chair to watch me tease my clitoris through the black lace lingerie I wore. Fascinated, she abruptly got up, closed my legs, and pulled my underwear off.

She pushed me back onto the table and spread my knees apart. A few seconds passed before I felt something wet and slippery against my clitoris. I jolted as I was already sensitive. The only sounds in the room were the faint roaring of the central air conditioner and the wet sounds of Camellia Joseph's plump lips sucking and licking me slowly. I trembled as she ate me in silence, lapping up my juices, feasting on my erect and throbbing clitoris.

Moans escaped me. My legs shook. My pussy leaked. I smiled as I reached my climax. I didn't scream, we were still at the office. I shut my eyes and opened my mouth as my clitoris pulsed with painful pleasure. I made no sound as my juices continued to stream out of me. Camellia watched me twitch as she moved away with a grin on her lips. She wiped her mouth and chin with her hand and licked her palm.

"Sweet, " she murmured softly.

She teased my labia with her finger before slowly trailing a path to my vagina. I held my breath and bit my bottom lip, but my anticipation was derailed as we both snapped our heads to the sudden knock on the door.

She didn't budge, only to taste the finger that was almost inside me. She continued to stare for a few more seconds. Little did she know I was used to interruption. It mainly happened when my client booked a hotel and forgot they had ordered room service.

I had swiftly moved from the table the moment she looked away and had finished buttoning the last button of my dress shirt when she turned back. Her eyes widened at my readiness and I grinned.

"Are you going to get that? Any longer and your visitor will get suspicious," I said, smirking.

She gaped at me and fluidly rose from her seat to answer the door, me directly behind her. She unlocked the door to Darnell. He stood rigid against the frame before he opened his mouth to speak. In that moment, he saw me and stared bewildered from my face to Camellia's. I smiled and shouldered between them before heading down the hall. I grinned from ear to ear at the image of his shocked expression.

Opportunities come at the strangest of times, don't they? I'm always ready.

Chapter Three

I took my coffee from the barista and nodded a thank you. He smiled at me and I returned it, tight-lipped.

I stepped out of the shop and instinctively rotated the cup in my hand to examine the coffee-collar. Sure enough, written in a quick scrawl, was a phone number and a name, Josh.

I took a sip and sighed as the cross-light turned and I briskly walked across the street to my red Volvo. I suddenly felt the familiar sensation of being watched. I got into my car and tucked into the heated drivers seat. I glanced at the side mirror and sure enough, noticed a black SUV with tinted windows parked next to the coffee shop I had just left. Pushing it to the back of my mind, I pulled down the sun visor and flipped open the mirror before puckering my lips to apply a matte red lipstick. I grinned, didn't want to keep Mr. Thompson waiting.

I put the car into gear and swiftly moved from the parking spot. After driving a few blocks, I glanced at my rear view mirror and sure enough, the black SUV with tinted windows was following several cars behind me on my left. I chuckled and continued on for another mile before I hit the gas onto the highway.

The SUV was in rapid pursuit as I swerved between trucks and zoomed ahead of cars. I got off on the next exit and took a sharp right onto a clear street. I quickly took another right and disappeared into a private parking garage. I eased into a spot and shut the car off, gathered my purse and phone, I opened the door and headed to the oak wood elevators. I smirked as the doors pinged shut. I was glad for the tailing, Mr. Thompson didn't like tardy women.

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"Followed, you say?" Mr. Thompson said huskily as I stroked his shaft gently with my freshly manicured fingers.

"Yes, Sir," I replied with a slight nod of my head. Whenever he goes away on business, he requests for my presence to fulfill his pleasure and allow him to dominate me. His stern demeanor and strict code of conduct had me cursing under my breath as he punished me repeatedly when he was first assigned to me as a client. Now he allows me to boldly fuck him whenever he is erect and waiting.

The discolored indent of his wedding band caused me to chuckle as I rode him hard. My buttocks bouncing nosily against his lap as his infamous cheating cock penetrated me. I stay silent. I'm paid to fuck cheaters of wives, army wives, casino owners, etc. name a high end couple and I likely fucked both of them in different rooms of the same house simultaneously.

Mr. Thompson quickly pushes me into the covers, restrains my wrists with his hands and enters me. Thrusting deeper. His wife is a bit naïve. Suspects him of having a lose cock, but does nothing and tries to please him when he comes back from working late.

Work. I smirk. Yes, he works very hard stuffing his 50 year-old thick cock down my throat, in my ass and finishes a inside me. Glad I'm on the pill.

I felt a bit of pity learning of the wife that can't satisfy him. I pondered letting it slip that he requested escort services for every business trip, but as I spread my legs to have my clitoris sucked and my pussy pounded hard, I can't help but feel desired.

"I'll increase my security detail when I request for you," he grunts as he hovers over me.

The faint smell of tobacco smoke and cheap cologne to mask it. If he didn't make several grand an hour I would have been reluctant to feel a fleshy and withering rod in my groin. I would have found his slimy tongue repulsive as it slithered over my pulsing clitoris, or his hard and calloused hands that gripped my body.

It's for the money I repeat in my mind after every grunt. Every thrust. Every time he ejaculates inside me and keeps fucking. It's just a few hours of ravaging my body. Then it'll be over.

It's been two hours and he's still thrusting in the same position. Holding my legs in the air. I warned him not to take over the recommend amount of Viagra since he will be hard for hours. I trained myself to stay wet, but his lack of ejaculation concerned me. I wasn't looking forward to a hospital visit and a scandal.

Just then he suddenly pulled out of me and turned me over. Pulling my buttocks toward him, he spread my cheeks and pushed into my anus. My eye twitched as the tightness of my hole was forced to expand. He didn't pause to allow me to adjust, he just continued to thrust deeper until I heard him grunt loudly and slow before pulling out and entering my pussy to release his thick load.

I shuddered as he pushed inside slowly, keeping his semen from dripping out. As a woman who takes care of her body well I could proudly say his attempt at impregnating me every appointment never works. He offered to be my sugar daddy, but I respectfully declined, saying I like my job.

Today he is trying to convince me of the benefits as he continuously thrusts into me. Higher security, an unlimited allowance, sex whenever he is free, blah, blah, blah. I busied myself with his cock in my mouth to keep from answering.

"I'll even keep those no-name fuckers from following you," he huffed as I sucked him. I froze.

"You know who was following me?"

"I had a feeling the bodyguards of that Mr. Kingsley were sent after you to hunt me down," he said breathlessly.

I frowned and gave him a final hard suck before he let out a groan as he climaxed. His dry orgasm was normal now. After five finishes and a bottle Viagra, he was spewing vapors from his cock now.

He slumped onto the bed and sighed heavily. A few minutes passed before he spoke.

"I have a request for you. Complete it well and I'll will reward you handsomely with 5x the normal bonus I give you."

I looked at his belly as it quickly rose and fell in unison to his breathing.

"Does this request come with a severance package and the original bonus if I fail?"

His breathy chuckle filled the room. He sat up on his elbows to look me right in the eyes.

"I doubt you will fail. But yes. Even so, you are used to receiving material gain and status to move up, falling for that manipulative playboy is the last thing on my mind. So.. do we have a deal?"

I breathed steadily and smiled at him. I nodded with my calves crossed behind me.

"We have a deal."

Chapter Four

I placed my bag on my right shoulder and headed to the door of the suite. I paused as I walked passed the kitchen counter. There was a thick envelope resting against the white granite surface.

I smiled and stepped to the counter to pick it up before counting the large bills. It was a little extra than the usual bonus he gives me. I chuckled and pocketed the envelope into my handbag.

I strode down the hall after closing the door behind me. Its self-lock mechanism came in handy. My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my denim jeans as I waited for the elevator to ping.

It vibrated again and I slipped it out of my pocket to glance at the screen. Two messages from a number I couldn't recognize.

'Meet me at The James New York hotel in Soho at 9 o'clock tonight.'

'Dress elegant.'

I scoffed and slid the phone back into my pocket. The elevator pinged and I stepped inside. I sighed and took out my phone again to read the messages as the doors closed.

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A quarter to seven, I stepped out of the bath and wrapped my body with a towel. The salon should still be open now. I glanced at my closet and frowned. I was a little reluctant to wear that dress, but the text did say 'dress elegant.'

I huffed and dried myself. I got dressed quickly and opened my closet door to retrieve a black dress cover from its hook. I stared at the zipper and sighed. You can do this, Stella.

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It was 8:30 pm and my limo pulled up. After an hour and a half and calling in several favors, I made it early in full makeup, and hair. My curls were bleached and colored a light blonde. I clutched at my pocketbook as the limo pulled up to the hotel. The black Mallory formal off-shoulder dress hugged my bust and torso. The slit emphasized my long legs as I climbed out of the passenger door to a waiting bell boy.

It was an odd sight. I was unaware of a formal event that required my presence. Nonetheless it wasn't uncommon to have an escort as your date. Tonight my partner was unknown, but I had to act as though we've met. As I was helped out of the car with gentle hands, a man in a mask approached me.

"Name?" He asked

"Stella Henry."

He took out a small and flat black book from his blazer and flipped though a few pages. He nodded to himself and smiled at me as he reached into his blazer again and removed a black lace mask. He handed it to me and gestured toward the steps.

"I was told to retrieve you upon arrival and get you acquainted with several dignitaries."

I looked around and spotted a few men lollygagging against the walls of the hotel with young women clinging to their arms. So it was one of those parties? I should be able to blend well. As we walked through the doors of the hotel, we were greeted by staff that bowed with a rehearsed smile. I smirked at the irony and glided to the front desk.

"I have his guest with me," the man said, "please let him know she's arrived and the brief tour will begin shortly."

The receptionist nodded and picked up a phone. I couldn't hear her hushed conversation. I was guided to the lounge where there was a small gathering of people. Drunken laughter filled the air. The smell of cheap cologne and caviar filtered through the large space. I sighed and nodded at my guide's commentary.

About 45 minutes had passed and I was beyond exhausted. I bade my guide a quick break to which he obliged and escaped toward the bar. This was torture. Not only had my date not arrived yet, but I was running out of patience.

I ordered a whiskey on the rocks and sat toward the middle of the empty bar. A few minutes passed when I was approached by a seemingly tall man in a navy suit and blue tie. He wore a mask as well, which looked to be made of satin.

His black hair was slicked back, and he wore a rather confident expression. It wasn't difficult to picture his whole face. His square jaw and soft cheekbones. Those luscious lips. As I continued to mentally devour him, the man took the stool next to me and ordered a Bourbon straight.

I watched as he took the rock glass the bartender had poured, and downed the drink in one gulp before placing the glass carefully on the counter. He looked at me and smiled before nodding to the bartender again for another. I gazed at him until he looked back and smiled.

"Are you able to find your way around?"

"Pardon?" I looked at him bewildered.

He chuckled and turned his body toward me.

"I noticed Parker giving you the historical grand tour of the hotel. Do you think you know your way around now?"

My answering sigh made him chuckle again. His laugh was deep and attractive. I couldn't help, but smile. He stretched out a hand to me and cracked another smile.

"Name's Don, and yourself?"

I accepted the formal handshake and smiled back.

"Stella"

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I shuddered as he thrust deeper. Annoyed that I was stood up, and satisfied the night ended on a good note, I sighed in pleasure. Don hovered above me and continued to plunge into me. Loud moans escaped my lips.

"Keep fucking me. Don't stop," I breathed into his ear.

I gasped as his thrusts became faster. I dug my acrylic nails into his back and gripped him tightly to my chest. I wanted him to finish inside me. To feel his release drip out of me. He didn't. As he reached his climax he pulled out of me, grabbed my neck and pushed his cock in my mouth to release his load.

It was sweet, but thick. How long did he hold out?

I swallowed as he slowly began bobbing my head to finish sucking him off. When he was dry he gently pulled out of my mouth, and slumped onto the bed. He let out a low grunt and fell asleep.

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I woke up to my phone lighting up. At 7:30 am who could possibly message me at this hour? They were messages from Camellia with an attachment.

'You mean Don?! As in THEE DONOVAN KINGSLEY?!'

I looked at the message confused, and clicked on the attachment as Don emerged from the bath with a towel tied around his waist.

I looked up at him as he walked toward the open kitchen and looked around before picking up an apple from a bowl on the counter.

He turned to me and smirked "Were you able to get enough sleep last night?"

I looked at the picture on my phone, then at him.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, taking a bite of the Granny Smith apple in his hand.

I took a breath and smiled.

"You must be Mr. Kingsley."

Chapter Five

"Tell me something embarrassing."

I glanced away and gave a coy smile. I circled the opening of my rock glass with the tip of my middle-finger.

"It's not embarrassing... For me anyway." I sighed and nodded to the bartender. As he poured I sighed again and stared at the brown liquid. It's aroma was sweet and acidic. The taste was a bit bitter.

Don turned on the stool but placed both elbows on the wooden counter and his head between them, his closed fists mushing his cheeks as he stared at me intently. I laughed whole-heartedly and shook me head.

"Silly," I mumbled.

"A few years ago, before I started my current job, I was new to the city. I came here with $10 and a dream to be a dancer."

"Why didn't you go to California? Hollywood and such. Why chose the big apple?"

I stopped twirling and looked at him.

"Because my biological father was out there. I decided the streets New York City were safer for this country girl with no connections."

He watched me with a curious expression. I rolled my eyes and continued.

"When I first got here it was 11:30 at night in Chinatown. I was found wandering around main-street when a woman approached me. She must have been in her late 70's or early 80's because she seems so fragile holding the wool basket she was carrying.

"I merely stared at her as she approached me. With a toothless smile she asked if I had a place to stay. Her accent was heavy, but understandable.

"I shook my head and she hooked a little arm around me, and lead me to a nearby restaurant that was closed for the night. She went up to the side door and pushed it open. Inside she flicked on the light in a dim hallway and walked toward the back. I followed until she stopped at a door. She turned to me and gave me a key and gestured to the door.

"I nodded and unlocked the door, pushing it open. Inside was a large room, fully furnished with a bed, a writing desk, a TV, a medium-sized window and a closet.

"When I turned to her she nodded. She told me her daughter once lived with her, but when she got married, she left the room and clothing behind. She also offered me a job as a waiter in the restaurant below. I had looked back at the room then."

I paused. I noticed Don was wrapped up in this tale I had conjured up to entertain my first time clients. I was amused at how interested he seemed, staring at me intensely for me to finish.

"I must be boring you with an old memory," I said softly.

"Not at all. It's a great story, but I was hoping for a memory that was real. Not something you made up to keep men interested." He smirked at the shocked look on my face.

"Tell me a true story. At least something you haven't tweaked?"

My brain was still recovering from the shock. He couldn't know about my past could he? He couldn't know about HIM? As I silently fought with my thoughts, Don ordered a shot for us both and poked at the crease forming between my brows.

"Any more and you'll get wrinkles," he joked.

I frowned when I realized that telling him a truth would throw him off. I breathed and grabbed the shot glass of dark liquid, clinked his, and downed it quickly. It burned as I'm streamed down my throat. It was strong and bitter. But good. I stared at him and smiled.

"I wanted to be an exotic dancer."

He smiled at he and shook his head.

"I said a truth."

"That is a truth!" I retorted. I glared at him, but softened my gaze and looked away. "I never made it. I was too good that I was followed home one night after a shift. He was waiting for me to open the door to my apartment so he could attack me."

I glanced at Don and noticed he was shaking his head.

"I'm sorry."

I shrugged.

"It's in the past. After searching for a better opportunity, I realized I was good at it."

"What do you mean?"

The alcohol was taking effect. I was getting wet and light-headed.

"Well, my date never showed, I'm a bit tipsy, and I could use to company for a little longer."

He smiled and nodded. Rising from his stool he looked at me as I tried to get up. I noticed too late I was falling backward. The floor came so close, but something caught my back.

"A bit tipsy, my ass," he mumbled.

The guests in the lobby were oblivious of our little encounter at the bar. I felt my arm go around a neck and a hand at my waist. I was hoisted off the stool and supported to an elevator near the back of the lounge. I heard a ping. Everything was so blurry.

The elevator pinged again, and I was carried to a door. It was white with a fancy white frame and a golden knocker. A gold doorknob and electronic key slot was visible. Moments later the door was opened and I felt an arm scoop up my legs and carry me princess-style across the foyer.

I felt the softness of a bed as I was gently placed on the covers. My shoes, and dress were taken off, but I was lifted only to be tucked in.

Was this a dream?

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I stared at Mr. Kingsley with a tight smile. Flashes of last night creeping to the forefront of my mind.

I remembered waking up slightly light-headed in an exquisite canopy bed with nothing but my undergarments, and seeing a half-naked man fast asleep next to me.

Feverish and horny, I initiated a blowjob to which startled him awake. And here we are... my feeling betrayed for letting him in a little, and realizing he was the date that "stood me up" when in fact he was with me the whole time.

What is this? I haven't felt this in a long time. I started to feel emotions I couldn't control.

As he stared at my face with a confused look on his own, I could only feel frustration bubble in my gut.

This cunning Mother Fucker. This is going to be good.