I slept until noon, staying up late watching a movie on TCM. As I splashed some cold water on my face, I thought about my appointment with James later in the afternoon. I looked forward to the chance to meet a fast-rising politician and rub elbows with the political elite from the area.

I decided the best way to catch their attention was to wear something stunning and instantly settled on my new open-back cock tail dress. That would certainly cause a few heads to turn, but to assure those men I'd be meeting remembered me, I needed something else. What better than a splash of red to accentuate the black fabric of my cock tail dress.

If I rushed, I could make it to Tina's Salon and have her apply ten seductive splashes of red to my nails. I quickly dressed in jeans and a baggy sweater and headed for the garage.

It's a short drive to Tina's, so I left the top up on the Benz.

If I promised a good tip, I thought Tina would squeeze me in before the others waited to have their nails done. But the salon was empty except for one older woman having a manicure.

"Hello, Peggy," Tina said, calling me by my given name as I entered the salon.

"Hey Tina," I replied with a broad smile.

"I need a quick change of color," I said, sitting at her workstation.

"What'll it be?" Tina asked, waving her hand at the hundreds of nail polish bottles on the rack behind her.

"I'm wearing black to a cocktail party tonight, and I thought a rich red color would be perfect," I said.

Tina cringed a bit, then replied, "It's gonna clash with your hair color."

I smiled and then said, "I know, but I don't have time to go blonde today."

"Blonde!" Tina exclaimed, then added, "How often have I suggested you let me turn you into a blonde bombshell."

"Too many times, that's for sure, but I'm considering changing to blonde; I just don't have time today," I replied.

"Only takes ninety minutes, Peggy, and while the color is setting, I can do your nails," Tina suggested.

I looked at my watch. It was quarter till two. If traffic cooperated, I could make it to the bus terminal by five with time to spare.

"Let's go for it!" I exclaimed, "But you must be done by three fifteen," I added.

"What? Your husband can't wait a couple of minutes," Tina asked.

I just smiled, not wanting to go into that whole story.

Tina went to work, and in a little while, I was back at her nail station, having sexy splashes of red painted on my nails.

"You're not wearing open-toe shoes, are you?" she asked.

I just shook my head no.

"Good cause I don't have time to do your toenails," she said with a giggle.

While my nails dried, Tina returned to work on my hair, her skillful fingers completing the job of changing me into a sexy blonde.

I glanced at my watch again—five after three. Tina patted me on the shoulder and then said. "Almost done."

A couple of minutes later, she said, "You're gonna love this," she turned my chair so I could see the results of her work.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed as I gazed at my reflection in the big mirror.

Tina had worked magic, turning my hair color into a soft, almost dirty blonde. Not the Harlow-style platinum blonde of the wig I'd worn for my photo shoot but a soft, sensuous, very sexy blonde. She teased my hair perfectly around my face, as only she can do. I smiled widely and said, "I love it!"

She toyed with a few stray locks for a moment, then said, "Knock 'em dead tonight, hun."

I stood up and hugged her, "What do I owe ya?" I asked.

"Eighty-five," Tina replied.

I handed her one of my crisp hundred-dollar bills and then said, "Keep the change."

She rang me up and then handed me a receipt and a bottle of lip gloss, "You'll need this. It's a perfect match for the nail color."

I thanked her again and then promised to sit and chat the next time I came in.

I pulled into my garage at 3:35. I thought I'd have plenty of time to spare, but I didn't waste any time getting dressed for my appointment.

A very sexy black lace thong, dark seamless thigh-high stockings, and black pumps. I carefully slipped the stunning cock tail dress over my head, then smoothed the fabric over my braless chest. I applied the red lip gloss and checked myself in the vanity mirror.

I felt sexy and looked even sexier. My new hair color accentuated my soft complexion, and the splashes of red set the entire look off perfectly.

The dress fit me like a soft, sensual glove, giving only a hint of the full breasts it covered. Turning slightly, my tanned naked back looked incredible, framed by the flowing fabric along the sides. As I turned again to face the mirror, I softly tweaked my nipples to see how much they would poke at the fabric covering them.

I considered taking my lace shawl just in case it turned cool, or my erect nipples drew too much attention, but opted not to since drawing attention was what I wanted most.

A small black satin clutch was all I needed to hold my cell and the bottle of lip gloss Tina had comped me with earlier.

As I walked through the kitchen, the digital clock on the microwave read four ten—plenty of time to drive the fifteen or so miles downtown to the bus terminal.

Traffic was heavy as I slipped onto the freeway, but moved along nicely for the first seven or eight miles. But as I neared the center city exits, it slowed to a crawl with the usual afternoon backups at each exit ramp where cars overflowed onto the highway waiting to exit.

I considered getting off and weaving through the gridlock of downtown rush hour traffic but decided I needed to stay on the highway and hope I'd arrive on time.

I imagined seeing James standing outside the terminal, tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for me to arrive, and thinking about reporting my tardiness to Daddy.

Mercifully, traffic began moving better, and as I flipped my turn signal to move right at the terminal exit, my dashboard clock read four fifty-five.

I still needed to find a parking place and reach the terminal's main entrance. Of course, I was searching for a man. I had no idea what he looked like, and with my new hair color, he might not realize I was his escort for the night.

I found a space and quickly got out, smoothing my dress along my sexy legs, then hit the lock button on my keyfab. As I walked toward the entrance, the crowd of people coming and going grew larger. I'd have to email Daddy and see if a better meeting place might be called for.

As I approached the front of the building, I looked up at the large clock on the wall; it was five after five. Hopefully, James would be okay with fashionably late.

I scanned all the men milling around, wondering if any of them could be James. Surely, he'd approach me if he was already there.

More than a few men were cranking their heads first to check out the twin points of pleasure poking at the front of my dress, then turning to check my shapely legs and naked back.

"Hey, sexy." A male voice said from behind me.

I turned and was looking at a rather portly older man in a very expensive-looking suit. I politely asked, "James?" Hoping he wasn't.

"I can be James," he said, obviously trying his best to pick me up.

I thought about telling him to go fuck his wife, but before I could speak, a soft hand touched my arm.

"Angel?" another voice asked.

I turned and happily smiled at him, then said, "Yes, and I hope you are James."

The elderly fat man began walking away but stared at my tits as he did.

"I guess this isn't the best place to meet," James remarked.

I smiled and then offered, "Maybe not, but your timing is impeccable."

"As are your looks," James said, bringing a smile to my lips.

"Thank you, kind sir," I replied.

James was perhaps four inches taller than me and maybe five years younger. His handsome face carried what appeared to be a five o'clock shadow, and I imagined his beard if allowed to grow, would be rather thick. He has an amiable smile, which he flashed often, and appeared in reasonably good shape, but I'd have to wait until later to decide on that.

From his first touch, I knew he had soft hands.

"My car is over here," James said, offering me his arm to hold onto.

I curled my arm under his, then rested my hand on the dark fabric of his suit coat, my red nails flashing at him as surely as my lips had done when we first met.

"Where is the reception?" I asked as we walked across the lot.

"The Royal Plaza," he replied.

"I suppose it'll be very crowded," I commented.

He paused a moment, then said, "Yes, but I was very active in the Senator-Elect's campaign, so I have an inside track."

"I'm hoping to be appointed to his staff," James explained.

I smiled and then said, "That sounds exciting."

"Here's my car," James said as we approached a plain-looking sedan.

I resisted the urge to suggest we take my Benz, knowing security guards patrolled this parking lot.

I slipped my hand off his arm, and he lifted his hand, sliding it up my naked back until he reached the center between my shoulder blades.

"This dress is incredible," James offered.

I smiled, acknowledging the compliment as he opened the door.

Sitting in the passenger seat, I did so very ladylike, not allowing him to see above my knees.

James rounded the front and then slipped into the driver's seat. Before starting the car, he buckled up and then glanced toward me.

"I hate wearing seat belts; they always wrinkle my dress," I said but still pulled the belt across my chest and lap and clicked it closed.

"Thanks. I wouldn't want to get cited for an unrestrained passenger," James remarked as he started the car.

The shoulder belt rode tightly between my breasts, pulling the fabric of my dress even tighter over my lush tits. My nipples reacted instantly to the increased pressure and hardened into tiny points in the black material.

"You look sexy strapped in like that," he said, glancing down at my hard nipples.

As he steered the car out of the lot, he said, "The Senator won't arrive at the reception until six thirty, so how about we stop somewhere for a drink first."

I needed a relaxing drink, still anxious about only my second appointment.

"I'd love a drink," I answered.

James swerved in and out of traffic, making me happy I'd buckled up and, in a few minutes, turned off the street into a small parking lot.

"Here we go," He said as he brought the car to an abrupt stop between two other cars.

I waited for him to open my door, then gave him a little more thigh to stare at than before. His bright, flashy smile acknowledged he enjoyed the quick view of my shapely legs.

As we approached the short dark blue canopy protecting the entrance, I noticed the name Mario's printed on the front.

"I think you'll like this place," James said as he opened the door.

As we stepped inside, I thought the place should be called Mario's Cave. It was dimly lit with glowing recessed lights above a massive oak U shaped bar. Along each side of the bar, there were very tiny tables, each having a pair of chairs. Several couples were seated at the bar, and four or five tables were already occupied.

"Let's sit at the bar," James suggested.

"Great," I replied, knowing I could tease him more seated next to him on the high bar stool than at the tiny tables where every movement would be viewable by anyone interested.

James rested his soft hand on my back and led me to two open stools just next to where the curve of the U started.

"How's this?" he asked.

I smiled and slipped onto the stool, leaning against the backrest and crossing my legs toward his stool.

James sat and turned to face me, my silk-covered ankle touching his leg.

He flashed a brilliant smile at me and then said, "You look incredible."

His eyes studied my perfectly teased blonde tresses, my flashy red lips, and my sultry, passionate eyes.

"Thank you. I feel very sexy wearing this dress," I replied.

His eyes moved down, but in the dim light of Mario's, only the slightest hint of the shape of my breasts was detectable.

The barkeep approached and asked, "What'll ya have?"

"Angel?" James said.

"I think I'd like a red wine, please," I said, smiling at the Italian bartender.

"Scotch and soda for me," James added.

The barkeep moved away, and I lifted my delicate hand to rest on the rich oak wood, my sexy red nails drawing his attention to my hand.

"I love long nails," James remarked.

I drummed them on the wood, making a quiet clicking sound and enticing him with their length.

He smiled, and I imagined he was thinking of my nails drumming on his throbbing cock later in the evening.

I slowly moved my leg, sliding my silky ankle along his calf.

He leaned toward me, then whispered, "It's so dark in here I can't see very well." As he finished his sentence, his hand touched my breast. Like a blind man reading braille, his fingertips moved over my erect nipple, teasing it into a more rigid state of arousal.

"Hmm, I like that,” I whispered, moving my ankle firmer against his leg.

The barkeep returned, interrupting James' fingertip reading, and placed our drinks on small paper napkins.

"Wanna run a tab?" he asked.

"Sure," James quickly replied, wanting to dispense with him as soon as possible.

As he moved away, James leaned toward me again, but I captured his hand with mine and steered his soft digits to my knee.

"I like being touched here also," I said.

With my hand still resting on his, James began moving his hand down my leg. I stopped him, then drew his hand up, saying, "It's a one-way street." Flashing a bright red smile at him as his hand slipped under my dress to softly caress my shapely thigh.

I lifted my wine glass to my lips and slowly ran the tip of my tongue around the rim before taking a tiny sip. His eyes widened, and again I imagined he was thinking of my tongue sliding around his cock head.

I placed my drink on the napkin and leaned toward him, causing his hand to slide further up my thigh, almost to the stocking hem.

"Your ice is melting," I said with a sexy grin.

He slipped his hand off my leg and lifted his scotch to his lips, taking a healthy gulp.

I lowered my hand to his thigh, then inched up until I found the growing bulge in his slacks.

"I love touching here, too," I whispered as my nails teased his cock through his slacks.

Keeping my hand on his hardening cock I smiled then asked, "Did Daddy send you any pictures of me?"

"Yes, he did," James replied.

I smiled again and then asked. "And was one of those pictures of me on a polar bear skin rug?"

He smiled, recalling the photograph. "Yes, it was," he answered.

"So you know about my specialty?" I asked.

"I do." he replied.

I licked my lips, letting him enjoy the pink tongue he was staring at, then offered, "From what I'm feeling, you have a very nice cock for sucking."

I gave it a soft squeeze to accentuate my remark.

James moaned softly and then whispered, "I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me."

"I can't wait either," I replied.

I released his stiff cock and leaned back on my stool, sipping from my wine again. I was quickly learning that this escort thing was very much to my liking. There was no need to beat around the bush; each man I'd be with would know that after the appointment part, he'd be free to use me as he saw fit for his and, hopefully, my sexual pleasure. And the bonus was that during the first part, I would be able to tease and flirt as much as I wanted, and that excited me.

James finished his drink and then ordered another. I declined, knowing I'd be having more to drink at the reception and wanting to stay alert while I got acquainted with the political elite.

After taking a huge gulp from his fresh scotch and soda, he put his glass down. I moved my hand to cover his and whispered, "You better slow down, or you won't be in shape to enjoy my special talent later."

James grinned at me and replied, "Maybe you could give me a preview now?"

"Here?" I asked, looking around at the crowd of people who had filtered into Mario's.

"No, not right here, but how about the men's room?" he suggested.

I'd never had sex in a public place, but the idea excited me. Knowing that at any moment, someone else could walk into the restroom and find me kneeling before him with his cock stuffed in my mouth turned me on. I felt my nipples harden, and added warmth built in my loins.

"Okay, but you must promise to slow down on the scotch," I said.

James smiled widely and then said. "Cross my heart and hope to die." As he made a halfhearted attempt at the sign of the cross.

I took a sip of my wine and let my tongue linger on the smooth rim of my glass. Looking into his eyes, I whispered, "You go to the men's room, and I'll follow in a minute or two."

Knowing he had a promise to keep after I'd sucked him off, he downed the rest of his drink and then slid off his stool. He paused for a second and whispered in my ear, "I hope you're as good as I think you are."

I turned my head toward him, and after kissing him lightly, I said, "I'm better."

He disappeared through the doorway with a restroom sign posted above. I waited three or four minutes, smiling at some of the single men in the place who were all eyes now that I was seated at the bar alone.

Taking a small sip from my wine glass, I slipped off my stool and seductively walked toward the same doorway. The narrow hall led to first the men's room, with the lady's room beyond at the end of the hall. I had my wine glass in one hand, and after checking to make sure no one would see me enter the wrong restroom, I pulled the door open.

James was standing just inside, patiently waiting for me.

"This way," he said, taking my free hand and leading me to the last stall at the back of the room.

It was rather cramped, but then, what public bath stall isn't? As we squeezed into the stall, I turned to face him. His hands instantly rose to fondle my breasts, caressing the full firmness and lightly pinching my erect nipples.

I placed my hand flat on his chest and pushed him against the metal door. As I sat down on the commode lid, I looked into his eyes and, in a barely audible whisper, said, "Show me what ya got, big boy."

His hands flashed at his pants, and in a moment, his erect cock was pointed directly at my face. A nice-sized cock, rather slim but long enough to tickle my tonsils. The smooth, satiny flesh of his head flared at the corona, then dipped to the surging cock shaft, which disappeared between the open zipper of his slacks.

I took a tiny sip from my wine and carefully balanced the glass on the flat top of the tissue dispenser.

Forming a circle with my thumb and index finger, I slipped the delicate digits over his satin-like cock head. His head went back to rest against the cold metal door as my sexy circle of lust slid over the flaring corona.

As I slowly moved my fingers down the shaft, I reduced the size of the circle, stretching the flesh along his cock shaft taut until my other three fingers spread over his fabric-covered pubic mound.

"Let's see how you taste," I remarked as I moved my parted, rich red lips toward his cock head.

Just as it entered my open mouth, but before I touched it with my soft lips, I exhaled strongly over the throbbing length. James moaned in sheer delight.

My lips closed enough to circle the tip, then slowly slid forward. "Hmm.." I moaned softly, extending the humming sound until my red lips touched my lusty circle of fingers at the base.

In one slow, sensuous slide, his raging hard-on entered my throat. The slim shaft rested comfortably on my moist tongue, and his satiny cock head was softly caressed by my throat muscles.

He whispered, "Holy shit."

I moved back, withdrawing his slim cock until the corona rested against the moist flesh behind my ruby-red lips. I gazed up at his face bobbing my head back and forth a few times to caress his cock head and flicking my tongue at the tiny slit.

Jim rewarded me with a tiny droplet of pre cum which I happily rolled back toward my taste buds with my curling tongue.

"I want you to cum for me," I whispered.

He nodded yes with eyes fixed on my face.

I began sucking harder on the head, bobbing back and forth faster, occasionally taking the entire cock deep in my throat.

His soulful groans signaled that my oral talents were bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," I said.

But I've sucked enough cocks to know the unmistakable signs that they were about to explode.

He grunted profoundly, and his hands drew into tightly clenched fists.

I moved back, letting his explosive cock slip from my lips. All five delicate fingers circled the shaft and squeezed hard, keeping his cum load trapped in the bulging urethra as I quickly retrieved my wine glass.

"Shoot it here," I said, bringing the glass to the tip of his cock.

I released my grip slightly and began stroking his cock. His lips were pressed tightly closed, muffling his orgasmic moan of release.

A thick wad of cum shot from his cock instantly mixing with my wine. Then another, followed quickly by a third coating the glass on one side with creamy thick cock juice.

My hand stroked his shaft, teasing the final few drops of cum to ooze from his cock and dribble down the outside of my glass.

Lifting his shrinking cock from my glass, I turned it and licked the outside, tasting his cum for the first time. Its salty-tasting thick consistency coated my tongue and brought my taste buds sexually alive.

Holding my sperm wine spritzer in one hand, I lifted his cock to my lips, with the other quickly licking his cock clean and enjoying the salty taste of his fruit.

His flaccid cock quickly slipped back into his slacks, and James zipped up as he said, "Great head."

I smiled and replied, "Best on the planet."

I stood up and moved to one side, opening the door and trapping him behind. Before he could move to exit the stall, I was already at the door and quickly slipped back into the hall without being noticed.

I turned and disappeared into the lady's room before James entered the hall.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I said quietly, "You are the best on the planet." At least in my mind.

James was sitting on his stool looking somewhat drained, both arms resting on the large wooden rail, when I joined him, placing my cum spritzer on the bar.

He looked at the glass. The creamy layer of his salty juice floated on top. His eyes turned toward mine as he whispered, “That was incredible."

I just smiled and then lifted the glass to my lips. As I tipped it to taste his flavor again, I ensured he could see the thick wad slip over the rim and onto my waiting tongue.

"Hmm.." I moaned as his cum covered my taste buds.

"Next time, I want you to shoot your salty load into a Margarita," I whispered after swallowing his cum.

Just then, the barkeep returned. "Another wine, hun?" he asked.

"I'm good," I responded before I emptied my cum spritzer into my mouth.

"What do I owe ya," James asked.

"Twenty-two," The barkeep replied.

James handed him a twenty and a ten, then said, "Keep it."

As we slipped off our stools, the barkeep cleared our glasses, looking strangely at my wine glass. It still had a tiny bit of salty cum on the inside.

I heard breaking glass as James and I approached the door.