The traffic started to bank up in front of him. Finally, he slid around the side street into the alleyway out back to park. His black Porsche would be safe here under the security cameras in Sasha’s carpark. That was another reason he enjoyed coming to her establishment. He just wished he could remember that girl’s name. Was it Sylvia, Lauren, or maybe even Louise?
He paid the $200 at the door to Sasha.
“Louise is the third door on the right,” she said.
He walked upstairs, lay on the bed and pulled his trousers down. His underpants still on, removing his jacket, tie and shirt. He waited, for what seemed an eternity. The escort, the hooker, the prostitute, he wasn't exactly sure what to call them, appeared. No doubt from their previous escapade, he thought to himself.
With gorgeous breasts, the pretty brunette smiled before lying beside him and touching his leg. Kissing his cheek she moved closer. He was somewhat nervous though he appeared not to be. Fondling within his pants she reached for his cock his eyes transfixed on her breasts. He could feel his rod stiffen. Everything he had anticipated was coming to fruition, but he was still scared. Louise reached for the condoms. Folding, unwrapping, sliding then slowly lowering the plastic sleeve along his thick shaft, she sucked and lubricated his being, only looking up to withdraw her tongue, for him to gaze at, to analyse, to become more, and more turned on. She pulled away and slowly removed her skirt her purple thong looking up at him. What would he do now?
Louise appeared uncertain. Moving to turn back to him to launch on her all fours she paused, uncertain of which way to turn.