My two-room suite at the Grand Hotel was nicely appointed and comfortable. The only drawback was the lack of female company. I decided to look at what was available. The area where the ladies of the night are waiting for business was not too far away and I thought I would give it a try.

Cruising slowly down the street I passed by many girls, but none attracted my attention. Maybe I am too picky. What I saw were women needing money for drugs, run away girls already on drugs. Welt, you know the score.

As I slowly cruised around the area where the ladies of the night hang out, I did not see one that interested me. I felt lonely and I wanted company tonight, so I kept looking.

On my second round I saw her. She was leaning against one of those fake lamp posts that lined the street, a fact, which gave me the chance to get a better look at her. She was almost, but not quite, petite, wearing her long blond hair in a pony tail. She looked about eighteen, maybe twenty. I decided to give her a try and parked the car close by in the only free spot.

I waited for her to approach my car, but she did not appear at my window. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the reason. Another John had stopped and was talking to her. I could not hear what was said, but the John finally left and she noticed my waiting car. I watched her in the mirror and admired her graceful walk. She walked with the easy grace of a dancer.

She advanced unhurriedly, a black purse slung over her shoulder, giving me ample time to appraise her figure. She appeared slim with small breast, two features I like. Her four-inch black heels made her slender long legs appear even longer. This was the one, I told myself, if we can come to an agreement. She will be more expensive, I figured, but, what the heck, she is worth it.

When her face appeared in my car window I knew it was her or none. True, her face was overdone with too much mascara, eye liner and lash enhancer. The lipstick was garish, but despite all that, she was beautiful. I was immediately drawn to her eyes that seemed to sparkle. They told me that here was a girl with humor, another feature I really liked. Looking at her I wondered what it was that made her so attractive. Then I told myself that I could try and figure that out later, right now we had business negotiations to conduct.

"Looking for some action?" she greeted me with a husky, inviting, sexy voice that made my hormones get more frisky than they were already.

"That depends on what you have to offer and what I am willing shell out," I answered her. "Let's talk inside. No use you standing outside, that's were the cops are."

"How do I know you are not a cop? If I come in, will you show me your wallet?" She looked up and down the street to make sure the coast was clear.

"You are safe with me, come in and we will talk," I urged. I didn't want to lose her to another John.

She finally convinced herself that I was a real John and not a cop. She opened the passenger door and as she slid in I noticed again the sinuous grace of a dancer. She had looked like eighteen when I saw at the lamp post, but now I looked closed and surprised myself. This girl was not eighteen. She was somewhere between twenty-eight and thirty-five.

I turned to her and asked the usual question. "How much?"

"You promised to show me your wallet, remember?"

"OK, OK, I will as soon as I get this damn seatbelt out of the way, so I can get at it."

"Open it," she told me, "I want to see your badge."

"Hey girl, I told you twice already that I am not a cop. Let me open it. See, no badge."

"At least you are smart. Never carry your money in your wallet. And when a guy holds you up, drop it on the ground and take off if you can, while he picks it up. He wants the wallet, not you. This lesson was free of charge from Jessica."

"Much appreciated, Jessica, Call me Bill. So now, how much?"

"The standard is two hundred. You want both, it's three hundred. Overnighter is five hundred. My back side is not available. You pay for the room. You give me a ride back or pay for a taxi. I have a deal with the Flamingo, if that's OK with you." It sounded like a canned talk that had been delivered many tines before.

"I have a room at the Grand Hotel, I just have to figure out how to smuggle you in. They are quite particular and I don't know if there is a back door we can use," I told her, hoping that she might know. Being in the trade, she probably knows all kinds of back doors, I assumed. And she did.

"At each end of the corridors is a fire escape door. The stairs open into the alley. I used them just a week ago," she answered with a slight giggle.

We parked the car in the back lot and made our way to the fire escape exit. It did not open. I suddenly realized, it would open only from the inside.

"Stay here," I told her, I will open the door in just a few moments. I hurried to the street. Don't let your urgency show, walk normally, I told myself. I smiled at the doorman, walked through the lobby, trying to appear calm. I punched the elevator button and waited. :Hurry," I quietly implored the elevator, as if I had some power over it.

An eternity later the door opened to disgorge a family of five, father mother, and, three kids, not at all in a hurry to leave. They had much too many suitcases and teddy bears for traveling. I struggled to keep my composure. The girl I had left standing in the alley was my responsibility, and I had to get to that damn door and let her in. When I finally stepped out of the elevator on the second floor I let out a deep breath.

I ran to the end of the corridor, pushed the fire escape door open and suddenly I realized the fix I was in. If the door closed I was locked out, I had to keep it open somehow. My heart rate went up another notch. Then a solution came to me. I ripped off my left shoe and wedged it in the door.

It was hard hobbling down the concrete steps. When I finally reached the ground floor and ripped open the fire escape door I was greeted by a smiling Jessica, who seemed to be unfazed by the fact that she had to wait in a dark alley for quite a time.

"Did you meet another girl?" she teased me as she brushed past me. "Sure took your time."

There would have been no way to bring her into the hotel and up to my room through the front entrance. Definitely never past the doorman, and surely not through the lobby. Jessica wore a black micro that barely covered her vital parts. Her tank top was too small, but it prominently showed off her nipples. With her face made up the way it was, everything about her screamed, .. Prostitute.

We climbed the stairs to the second floor in silence. But when she came to the propped up door and saw my shoe holding it open she had a laughing fit and another of her funny comments.

"The knight in shining armor, rescuing the fair maiden in distress arrives half naked," she chuckled. I decided belatedly to take off my other shoe also. It was much easier to walk. The carpet in the hallway felt wonderful after the concrete steps of the fire escape stairs.

"Very nice suite, John, eh, sorry, Bill," she announced, after she had inspected the bedroom, the large, separate shower, and the bathroom.

"May I offer you a drink, Jessica?" I asked, and then quickly added. "That is if you like a vodka martini, because that's the only drink that's in my little refrigerator." She accepted at once. "I am sure this is not the first time you asked for a girl's services. So I must assume that you are aware that there is a time limit. Mine is forty-five minutes." She didn't say so, but the way she delivered her little speech also included a reminder that I had not paid her.

"I know, I know." I smiled at her. I fixed our two vodka martinis while I mulled over my choices for the evening. When I served her the martini I looked her over again and I made up my mind and sort of asked her about it.

"I am just thinking if I should ask you to stay all night, would you are agreeable."

"Sure, Bill. As long as I am home before about eleven," she answered without hesitation. "You seem to be an OK guy."

We sipped on our martinis and discussed the recent events in the world, and then what had happened in our small personal sphere at work and at home.

It was time to get serious. I pulled my money from my side pocket and peeled off five on-hundred dollar bills. I was glad I had visited an ATM this afternoon. The money disappeared with out a comment into her black handbag.

Then she turned to me with a pixy smile, striking a pose that was both a display as also a blatant invitation.

"Like the package? It's yours."

Her husky, sexy voice had me going even before I took the last sip of my drink and I moved closer to her. She shivered slightly when I kissed her neck. Then she turned to face me and kissed me with hot, experienced lips. No prostitute had ever kissed me before. Was I someone special?

I got up and pulled her by her hands from the couch, put my arm around her waist to lead her to my bedroom. She surprised me when she twisted out of my grip and excused herself, grabbed her purse and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned she reversed the roles, put her arm around my waist and waltzed me to the bedroom.

"These heels are killing me"," she remarked, stepping out of them. "You guys don't realize how much suffering we women will put up with so you guys will find us attractive."

Holding her tight against me I noticed that she was not 'almost petite', as I had thought, she was petite without her heels. I picked her up and carried her in my arms the last few steps to the bed and put her down on the edge.

"Just to set the record straight," I told her, "you are wrong about me having many times used the services of professional girls like you. It's too impersonal and I am a rather sentimental chap."

"I knew that. I have been in the business for a number of years," she explained, "and I am a pretty good judge of a man's character. I have to be good if I want to be tops in my profession. Honestly, most of you guys are easy to read and you are no exception. I might even like being sentimental with you. We'll see."

She stood up and went to work, undressing me with experienced fingers. She did not even have a problem with my cuff links. Jessica then did something I did not expect from a prostitute. She pulled my head down and kissed me with passion. This was a lover's kiss. A kiss that promised sweet delights. A kiss that left me breathless. When she stepped back after a long moment she laughed at me.

"I think I will enjoy being 'sentimental' and 'romantic' with you."

When she had opened the last of my shirt buttons she bent her head and stuck her tongue in my navel. I jumped. Jessica laughed and looked up at me with that impish smile of hers.

"Wasn't that romantic, lover?" she giggled. "There us more to come, the evening is still young." I appreciated her humor more and more.

She still did not remove my shirt; instead she let her fingers play in my chest hair. Then she let her right index finger wander to my left nipple. An electric shock went through me right to my loins as she playfully scratched it with her finger nail.

"Such a sensitive morsel should be treated tenderly," she announced, and then fastened her lips on it, sucking it and torturing it with her tongue at the same time.

After a while she pushed me back to sit on the bed. As she lifted my legs she gave me another lecture.

"Next time you are with a girl you can tell if she has experience. Those that do, always tackle the shoes before the pants. The other way around is awkward and loses precious time. This was another lesson free of charge from Jessica." She followed up her advice with more giggles.

True to her advice, my sandals came off first. Then she pushed me down on the bed.

"Lift your butt" she commanded. She stood up and looked at me with mirth behind her eyes.

"You men are so lazy. You could at least have helped me a bit and taken off your shirt. After all I did the hard work and opened the buttons and those dam cuff links." She finished her speech with another giggle.

"Working so hard on you, I forgot about myself." She removed her tank top and then unzipped her micro and rolled it off. "Take a good look, this is what you have bargained for," she laughed. I finally could admire the package, as she had called herself a while ago.

She had me lie on the bed, silently contemplating my skivvies, and then reached out and lightly squeezed my erection, which gave me a jolt and my calf muscles flexed at her touch. She reared back in mock panic.

"So sorry, I did not mean to hurt you. I will make it feel good again." She pulled off my skivvies, and then added, "I will take the edge off. This way I can enjoy you now, and you will last longer later on."

She pulled my legs apart, then bent over and slipped her hot lips over my shaft, quietly savoring her capture for a few moments, before she started moving her lips up and down my prick. After a few minutes she made me catch my breath when she almost swallowed me and then held my prick deep in her throat for several seconds. Then she continued happily bobbing her head getting me closer and closer, I could feel the pull in my loins.

She sure knew when I was getting close to the edge, and then she eased off trill I had simmered down enough, so she could continue. She stopped and let her tongue work the underside of my prick, while she wrapped her fingers around my dick at its base and squeezed.

Soon she had me at the edge of an orgasm again. She stopped and withdrew her lips from my dick. Jessica knew that his was pure torture and she seemed to enjoy teasing me this way.

"You have a choice, either on my tits, or a cream pie," she mumbled, having my prick half-way in her mouth before she had finished her sentence. Then my climax hit me. My prick was so hard it hurt and my balls ached; but it was a glorious climax. My thigh muscles contracted and I had to hold my breath.

I had decided to aim for her tits, but it was Jessica who had to do the aiming, I was stiff as a board when my climax hit. She gave me a little time to recover and then graced me with one of her trade mark impish smiles, while she let her middle finger trace circled on her breast, almost as if she was rubbing a salve on her skin. After many seconds she lifted her hand and put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. She did the scam like a magician, but she didn't fool me, she had first used her middle finger and then licked her index finger.

She cleaned herself with some Kleenex and then joined me on the bed, hugging herself close to me, but letting me rest for a spell.

"Am I romantic enough?" She whispered into my ear. "Remember, you didn't pay extra for that, so, naturally, it's not my full service version. But right now I have to get back to work."

A moment later she gripped my prick at its base and took my limp dick into her mouth. It was not long before she had it stand at attention again. From her purse next to the bed she fished out a condom, which she expertly rolled over my prick, which was wet with her saliva.

Swinging one leg over, Jessica straddled me and then let herself down, her pussy practically pulling my prick inside her. What a surprise, she was dripping wet. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the girl, listening to her loud moans. She moved up and down my hard dick with a frenzy, her moans getting louder and higher in pitch every second. I wondered what she was trying to do to me.

Whatever it was, my dick answered her tit for tat. She rode me furiously for several minutes, getting me closer and closer to another climax.

"YES……. YES," Jessica cried out suddenly. "Oh my God.. ……AAH……"

Then it dawned on me. I looked up at her and there was arousal in her glittering eyes. They were open, but I was certain that she could not see. Her nose was flared, her pupils ware unnaturally large, and her breath now came in short spurts. Jessica was rapidly approaching an orgasm. When I felt her pussy muscle starting to spasm I felt myself climbing fast to join her. We both cried out together as Jessica fell forward on to me. She was shaking violently.

My mouth was open trying to get air. Jessica let out one last shriek and then lay still on top of me, totally exhausted. I held her in my arms till her shivering and shaking stopped completely. She didn't move for a long time. When she came back to the real world she rolled off me and propped herself up on one elbow.

"Oh my god, what happened to me? I feel all sweaty. I don't normally cum with a customer. Maybe I took your request for romance too seriously. If that is so, I apologize, not professional. Bat I will admit I enjoyed my orgasm."

I left her lying on the bed to rest while I went to the living room and fixed ourselves another martini. I was shot for at least the next few hours or so. I am not one of those heroes you read about who can cum five times in a row, you know, the guys that are supposed to have those ten inch dicks. That's not me; I am just about average size.

We sipped our martinis in silence for a spell when she startled me with a question.

"Do you want me to get you ready again after we finish our drinks? After all, you should get your money's worth."

"You are so right, and I am determined to get my money's worth as you pointed out, but I will do it my way. There is something I enjoy and I am ready now," I told her. I took her empty glass and put it next to mine on the nightstand.

I felt I was rested enough and took her in my arms. She had responded to me so well when I had kissed her the way I kiss the girl I love. She responded again. Our tongues battled for a minute ant then she pushed her stiff, stretched out tongue in my mouth for me to suck it.

After I had my fill I broke the kiss and pushed her back on the bed. Her lovely face had a smile that said, 'whatever it is you have in mind, I will go along with it'. It was an encouraging smile with her eyes saying YES and her tiny laugh wrinkles saying 'I know that this will be fun'.

I spread her legs, then lifted her knees till they almost touched her chest. A delicious sight greeted me, but I forced my self to wait. Instead I bent my head and kissed the inside of her thigh. From there I kissed and nibbled my way towards her foot.

I stuck my tongue between the big toe and its neighbor from the underside and wiggled it. She shrieked and jumped. When I took her big toe in my mouth and sucked on it she started to tremble.

Loud moans told me of her mounting arousal. I treated the other foot the same way and her breathing quickened. She had her eyes closed, her moth was open, and her legs were quivering.

She did not expect me to pounce on her engorged clit and clamp my mouth on it. She let out a loud shriek as I latched on to her clit and sucked as much of her in my mouth as I could. I suckled on it like a calf on a teat. She became more vocal every second.

"Oh god…….. …oh god,….no more…please…I can't…please."

When I released her, I tickled the area with my tongue. She threw her body every which way to get my tongue to go south to her pussy. I let her wait, though, and she was getting frantic.

"Please," she begged me. "Pease, …I need you in me."

I gave in and moved my mouth and tongue a bit south and I could hear her exhale sharply. I kissed her pussy lips all over. But I wanted more. And so did Jessica. Her breathing became more labored every minute.

She almost bucked me off when I used both hands to open her up fully and dived in. I drank in her sweet, intoxicating fragrance, I slurped up as much of her flowing juices as I could manage. No wine could compare with their taste.

I let my tongue explore the inside of her pussy, diving in as far as I could. Soon her pussy started to come to life with tiny spasms and I knew that it could happen any second. I reached behind her just in time.

A primal scream escaped her lips, a guttural, feral scream. Her back arched, her arms flailed, and when she collapsed she started again immediately. Her body convulsed and then became rigid, while her hands desperately clawed at the bed sheet, her legs kicked high into the air and then fell down limp. Many aftershocks later she finally looked at me with half-glazed eyes.

"What are you trying to do to me?" she asked with mock anger. "You didn't even pay me for being romantic and all that shit. And look what you did. This would ruin my reputation if that ever gets out into my community.

It was midnight when we fell into a well deserved sleep. When I woke up the next morning at eight I found Jessica curled up behind me. Her left arm was reaching over me, holding me prisoner.

She woke immediately when I tried to quietly remove her arm. First she turned me on my back, then swung one leg over me and kneeled to face me. She wore a broad smile as she addressed me with mock seriousness, waving a finger in my face.

"There is one thing you have to learn about Jessica. I do not cheat my customers. I deliver what I was paid for."

That she had done I agreed to myself, and now she proceeded to prove it again. And I got my money's worth. After we had showered I asked her not to use make-up. I wanted to see her as a person.

"Absolutely not," she insisted. "You paid me the way I looked last night and until you have driven me home I will remain the Jessica you paid for. But you can get some of that Continental Breakfast they have downstairs, and some hot, black coffee."

We took our time munching on our rolls and sipping hot coffee. We finished about ten thirty and I had to ask the question that would end this memorable encounter.

"I have two questions, Jessica. Number one, where do you live? And number two, is there a chance to meet you again??"

"As to number one, I will show you. As to number two, YES. I had hoped you would ask, Bill" she answered with a smile.

I drove her home, winding up in a nice suburban neighborhood. Jessica opened her purse and took out a garage door opener.

"Turn into the driveway right after the fire hydrant, and drive right into the garage," she directed me. "I don't normally invite a customer into my home. But I will make an exception for you."

"What a night," she chuckled once we were inside. "But what took you so long? I had to turn down four Johns before I saw our car. Well, we better get ready for Mom. She will be here soon with the kids.."

"You know, sweetheart, I love our kids as much as you do, but it was also nice to have a weekend without them," I told my wife.