Kate and Maeve’s nipples rub against each other as their legs entwine and they grab each other’s butt. Maeve can feel Kate’s thigh sliding up against her small pink silk thong as she glides up and down. Kate is wearing the world’s smallest G-string, a white leather triangle covering her pussy with a gold chain around her waist holding it in place and a second chain between her arse cheeks tickling her bum-hole. Aside from some platform heels, the ladies are wearing nothing else.

They continue their duo dance act, strutting around the stage to the leering men at the Mimosa lap dancing club. The men’s gaze follows them round as these beautiful almost naked ladies caress each other’s boobs and bums.

“Would you mind poking that back in,” Maeve whispers.

Kate looks down and notices a string coming out of Maeve’s thong, she subtly pushes it back up under her skimpy garment.

“Cheers, hun.”

After their time, the ladies rush backstage to find some clothes.

“Are you ok, Maeve?” Kate asks.

“Yes, I just came on my period this afternoon. It’s a bit heavy so I pushed in a tampon,” the Irish redhead replies.

“Fuck in hell. You shouldn’t be dancing,” Kate replies putting on a T-shirt.

“I know, it wasn’t planned, I am not due for another week. I am always regular as clockwork. I also have another issue.”

“What’s that?”

“After I finish here, I have an escort client which I tried to cancel, but he won’t take no for an answer. He said he liked a red river!”

“Sounds like a prick, just don’t go.”

“He’s a regular and pays well. I was thinking maybe you could go in my place, Kate?”

“No, no, no. I have done some stuff with clients, but I have always known them first. I don’t do complete strangers.”

“Kate, I can vouch for him. He is a bit kinky admittedly, but he is a good guy.”

“How kinky?”

“He likes fucking me in crotchless panties and has a thing for leather. Kate, you like leather, you should get on well,” Maeve says, looking down at the tiny white leather garment between Kate’s legs.

“You said he is a good payer. How much?”

“I’ll give you my fee, six hundred pounds for two hours,” Maeve replies.

Andy has it all lined up! The perfect night, drinks in the city followed by a prostitute to fuck his brains out!

Drinks with the boys escalate quite quickly from a few beers into cocktails and downing tequila shots. Andy finds himself in the gent’s toilets throwing up. He spits the last bits of puke out of his mouth and staggers back to his friends to make his excuses and head back. He leaves after being heavily mocked and walks via a store to pick up some mints.

Andy’s apartment is in an exclusive complex in Chelsea, overlooking the Thames. He stumbles through the door, fills the kitchen sink with water, and adds some ice. He then dunks his head into the cold water in a bid to get mildly coherent.

The door buzzer comes alive, like a drill going through Andy’s head. It must be her; it was 1.30 am on the dot. Maeve’s replacement is here, and he is in no fit state. But confident he can pull it together, Andy goes over to buzz her in.

Andy sits back on the sofa waiting. Through his daze, he can see a brunette walk in and shut the door behind her. She is dressed in sexy tight black leather trousers and a jacket.

“Hello, lover.” Kate walks in.

“Wow, hey,” Andy replies, getting up.

“I am Sass, Sylvie Sass, Maeve sent me,” Kate replies, giving her stage name.

“Wow, hey,” Andy repeats.

“Darling, shall we deal with the money side first?” Kate asks.

“Yes, ok,” Andy says, getting out a roll of notes.

Kate takes the cash and looks at Andy, spread out on the sofa. He is of medium build with brown medium-length hair and rapidly falling asleep.

They settle on the sofa and start kissing. Kate could taste the alcohol on Andy’s breath. His reactions were slow and non-compliant, he could barely focus on this beautiful woman. His eyes slowly close as he passes out.

Kate tries to wake Andy up, his eyes open briefly and then he is gone again. He starts to snore loudly so at least he is alive. Kate decides it is a lost cause and goes over to the front door. But it’s locked and you need a passcode to open it.

“Fucking hell,” she exclaims, walking back over to Andy.

Taking in the night air on the balcony, Jake puts the finishing touches to his plywood model plane. It has been a labour of love the last few weeks. All he must do now is paint it and it’s ready to fly.

He hears some noise from the apartment above and looks up.

“Hey, you, can you help me?”

Jake looks up and sees a leather-clad brunette leaning over the balcony above him.

“I am trapped in here, Andy got drunk, and fell asleep and I can’t wake him up to get the door code.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what it is,” Jake exclaims.

“That wasn’t what I was thinking.”

With that, Kate takes off her deep red flame stilettos, puts them in her bag, which she slings over her shoulder, and proceeds to climb over the balcony railings.

“Oh, lady, be careful, you could kill yourself.”

Kate looks down at the ground several flights below her. Holding tightly to the railings, she shimmies down the metal post connecting the two balconies. She wraps her arms around and clambers like a monkey, her bare feet feeling the cold metal as she slowly heads to the balcony below. She swings her body. A nervous Jake tries to help and reaches out as she comes down. He falls back on the balcony and grabs hold of her.

“Hello, I hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this,” Kate says, lying on top of him.

“You broke my plane,” Jake exclaims, feeling the broken plywood digging into him.

"Your what?" Kate says, getting up and pulling Jake to his feet.

“I am so sorry; I didn’t see it,” she says, looking down at the broken wood.

“It took me ages to build,” Jake exclaims.

Jake is in his mid-twenties, quite tall, with straight hair and glasses. He is dressed casually with a baseball cap. He isn’t the type of person Kate expected to frequent such an expensive apartment.

Jake goes inside and Kate follows. The layout is the same as the one above, just decorated with a more family feel.

“Look, I am sorry about the plane. I will pay for a new one.” Kate senses he is a bit upset by it.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How do you know Andy?” Jake asks.

“Just friends, we went to a fancy dress party which is why I am dressed like this.”

“Are you Catwoman?” Jake asks, looking down at her leather outfit.

Suddenly, thoughts of his plane are out of his head as he takes in Kate’s curvy body. Her leather trousers look like they are sprayed on; they are so tight. Her black leather jacket is slightly looser fitting and he can tell she has nothing on underneath it.

"Or maybe that girl from the Underworld films?" Jake continues.

“I was aiming for Emma Peel, The Avengers, a sixties TV show. Maybe before your time?”

“Yes, I know the show. Who are you really?” Jake says apprehensively, not believing a word she is saying.

“I am Sylvie. Who are you? Is this your place?”

“Jake. And this isn’t my place, I am housesitting for my boss, Mr Green. He has taken his family on holiday.”

“Are you a hooker?” Jake asks, inquisitively.

“No, I am not.”

“You are very pretty, Sylvie. It would be cool if you were.”

“Really,” Kate replies, flattered in a strange kind of way.

“Mr Green told me Andy has women round all the time.”

“Well, I work on the side as an escort. Anyway, hopefully, you can let me out?” Kate sighs.

She rubs her bare feet and slips them back into her stilettos. Jake watches her black pedicured toes disappear, he admires her cute toe cleavage in her shapely heels and the gold anklet rubbing against her ankle.

“You could stay if you wanted a drink or something?” Jake asks.

“OK. What do you have?”

“Water or beer? How much do you charge?”

“I wouldn’t charge you for giving me a drink,” Kate says, smugly.

“You know what I mean,” Jake replies.

“Well, I have been paid for the next ninety minutes by Andy. So, I’ll have a beer please.”

Jake grabs some beers and hands a bottle over. Kate immediately takes a swig.

He moves closer to Kate. She is radiant, her hair bouncing off her face. She has deep hazel eyes with a wicked smile. Her trim leather-clad physique accentuates the contours of her body.

Jake takes a deep breath, takes off his baseball cap, then moves in and kisses Kate's ruby lips. She reciprocates and wraps her arms around him.

“Where did that come from,” Kate asks.

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could be my girlfriend for ninety minutes?"

“Ok, deal.”

“You have great-looking feet, love those heels,” Jake says, looking down at her feet again.

“Thanks, foot fetish is kinda’ my thing,” Kate says, smiling.

“Do you not offer other stuff?”

"Why, what did you have in mind?” Kate teases.

“Well, I was thinking…” Jake pauses, nervously.

“Sex, we can have sex, if you want to. Sorry, I was playing with you,” Kate finishes his sentence.

Jake sighs, he then grabs her smooth butt and pulls her close. She unzips her leather jacket, letting it spring open and her rounded breasts burst through.

“Wow,” Jake says, as he starts to rub them.

They kiss some more, and he moves down and takes each tit in turn in his mouth. He sucks her nipples as he rubs her mountain peaks in his face. Kate takes off his top. His kisses move further down her body. He undoes the buttons of her leather trousers to reveal a red lace thong.

Kate takes control, she takes off her heels for the second time and pulls off her trousers. Her thong is crotchless and her pussy looks amazing decorated on either side with red lace.

“Shall we go to a bedroom?” Kate suggests standing up.

She looks so hot in just her jacket and undies; Jake can’t wait. He jumps up and pulls her into the Green’s master bedroom, they collapse on the crisp white sheets. His hands wander to Kate’s thigh, and he slightly strokes her lace thong.

“Do you like my pussy?” Kate asks, spreading her legs.

“It looks very nice,” Jake replies, nervously admiring her delicate slit.

“Oh, it is. It responds well to tongues and cocks,” she replies.

Jake moves down and starts kissing her snatch. He slides his tongue inside and feels the warmth of her pussy in his mouth as the lace brushes against his cheeks.

Kate undoes his jeans and pulls them down to return the favour. His penis is hard and a good size. She runs her tongue along it and slaps it against her mouth before absorbing it to the back of her throat.

Jake is in heaven as he looks down at Kate’s mouth clamped to his cock, listening to the slurping noise of her sucking his shaft while she plays with his balls. Leaving him still wanting, she edges Jake to the point he almost cums then stops. Kate pulls away and gets some condoms out of her bag.

“So, I have coloured ones, dotted ones, special ‘thin feel’ ones. What do you think?” she is going through her condom range.

“I don’t care, Sylvie” Jake is begging her to fuck him.

“Thin feel, it is, it’ll be like you are bareback in my pussy, but that’s not allowed, sailor,” she quips.

Kate uses her mouth to put Jake’s choice on his throbbing mushroom helmet. She then slides it further down. Jake puts himself between her legs and pushes his cock into her wet pussy.

Jake falls on top of Kate as she lifts her legs in the air. She swipes her foot across Jake’s face, and he glides his tongue along her arches. Kate then wraps her legs around him as she feels his hard dick thrust into her. He grabs hold of her buttocks as he keeps pushing.

“Fuck me, harder,” Kate cries.

She shrieks as she orgasms. Jake slows down and pulls away.

“Why don’t you finish off on my tits,” Kate suggests taking the leather jacket off her sweaty body.

Jake takes his cock out and pulls off the condom. He moves further up Kate’s body and puts his love stick between her breasts. He rubs his member against her rounded mounds. Kate licks her fingers and runs them over her chest, playing with her nipples while she watches Jake’s helmet frantically going between her tits.

“Cum for me, baby. I want you to cover me with your sticky mess.”

“Fuck, yes,” Jake cries as he sees a spurt of semen shoot from his penis.

“Oh, that is so nice. Come on, give me everything,” she says encouragingly.

Jake keeps going, covering her chest in his warm, sticky cum. Once he’s finished, he hands Kate a tissue to clean up.

“I don’t think one tissue is going to cut it, hun,” she says, smiling, looking at the semen running to her belly.

After the clean-up, Kate starts to get dressed.

"How much was your plane, Jake?"

"You don't have to pay for it, it's ok, Sylvie."

"I want to, it's only fair."

"You could always pay me in kind," Jakes says, smiling.

It's hours later and almost daylight before Kate eventually leaves the apartment after spending almost all night with Jake between her legs, he had got his money worth. Her sweaty body clings to her leather outfit and her stilettos tap across the pavement as Kate walks through Chelsea.