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Day 2 - Evening
I opened my scheduler and noticed a tab marked "Showroom Live Feed."
The cameras...
Sure enough, there was a live stream of the Showroom. I scrolled through the five feeds, one for each girl on stage.
The first girl was leaving, and a new one approached the chair. She was pale and petite, covered in tattoos. Her vagina was completely shaved, and a glittering piercing flashed as she circled around the chair.
I scrolled to the second feed. In opposite fashion, a curvy Barbie sat on chair two. Her luscious lips and big brown eyes pulled me in; she stared directly into the camera... directly at me through the screen. Her skin was dark and illuminating against the dim light, and her round breasts sat evenly on her chest.
I flipped back to the Showroom schedules, and bit my lip looking for her name.
There it was.
Rose.
She was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
I tapped on my accompaniment schedule for tomorrow. There was a pending request for User77425 in the afternoon.
I scrolled down to tomorrow night and stared at the request from Sir. My finger hovered over the device for a moment before tapping gently to accept. A surge of butterflies floated through my stomach in anticipation for the date.
I swiped back to today's schedule.
I didn't want to sit still and wait for tomorrow. I was too excited. I posted a time slot for tonight and waited. A few seconds passed and a soft ping lit up the device.
It wasn't a request. It was a message from Sir.
**Your dress will arrive in the morning. Hair up, please.**
I stared at the message, unable to look away.
The scheduler pinged again. I swiped away the new notification. My eyes still fixated on Sir's message.
**...**
He was typing again.
Ping.
**Tomorrow, 7pm. You will meet me at the front door.**
I stood up and paced the room, full of anxious excitement.
I opened the other notification and saw a request from "Tony" for this evening. His profile showed a handsome man, dirty red hair tousled casually on top of his clean-shaven face. His cheeks were dotted in soft freckles, and his chin was strong and square.
I accepted.
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The evening found me in a black slip dress, my hair in soft waves.
I had been picked up in a luxury, leather car. I sat excitedly in the back seat, checking my makeup.
The car brought me to 'Mirroir', and a well-dressed bellman opened the door, holding his arm out to assist.
I walked towards the grandiose double doors and saw his ginger hair just off to the side. He saw me and immediately dropped his thin cigarette, taking long strides to reach me.
He greeted me with an impish smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Good Evening. You look beautiful."
He was slender and taller than I had expected, and his arms seemed strong and toned. He wore a well-tailored dark green suit overtop black buttoned silk - no tie. And his hair was still tousled without looking too formal.
We entered into dark mood lighting, and Tony spoke softly to the hostess who sped off to check on the table.
Tony pulled me to the side of the lobby and pulled out a shimmery, velvet box.
"Tonight, we're meeting Dr. Lawkins and his wife, Marie. No wait. Christina? No that was the last one. Darla, I think? Well, just listen closely at the introductions."
He glanced around my shoulder, examining the newest arrivals. When he confirmed it wasn't them, he turned back to me.
"Ed is a longtime friend and colleague of mine. We'll be chatting about boring business things, so no pressure to join the conversation. I mean, if you feel the urge to comment," he laughed. "But I very much doubt that it'll interest you. Doesn't even interest me."
He held up the velvet box and opened the lid. Even in the dim light, the necklace glistened brilliantly. It was modern and sleek, and each individual diamond sparkled clear and crisp.
He smiled at my fascination. "Which is why I brought you a gift. Something to make the dinner a little less painful."
I turned around at his request, and he draped the glamorous stones down my collarbone. I gently pulled my hair to one side.
I could feel his warm breath on me, right behind my left ear. He fitted the clasp and pressed his lips against my neck, softly kissing. His lips felt warm and just a little damp. I smiled involuntarily and closed my eyes...
Dr. Lawkins, and his newest wife, Daisy — not Darla — graciously greeted us, just as the hostess approached to escort us to our table.
As we walked through the restaurant, my senses struggled to take in all the luxury.
Glimmering chandeliers decorated every inch of the ceiling.
White, linen tablecloths covered with gold utensils and crystal wine glasses dotted the room. They were spaced sporadically among the thick, marble pillars that allowed for dining intimacy.
Delicate jazz played softly from a live band in the corner, and a quiet chatter permeated the high ceilings and tall, tinted windows.
But the smells distracted me the most. Fresh bread, warm spices, pungent cheeses, smoky meats... all mixed with sweet, clove cigars and expensive perfumes.
We were led to a private room where a lone table set for four acted as centerpiece. The back wall was a quiet, trickling waterfall, and the sheer partition wall closed completely, leaving the four of us and two silent servers fully isolated.
Tony and Dr. Lawkins spoke animatedly, as two close friends would. Daisy remained silent, but smiled politely at me periodically. No words or acknowledgement was directed at the servers as they approached the table and poured water and sparkling wine.
Before long, small plates with elaborate displays of food began to crowd the table. A charcuterie board with cheese and fresh honeycomb, escargot covered with black caviar, foie gras adorned with green garnish.
The night passed in an expensive blur.
Dizzy from the decadent food and lavish champagne, Tony held my arm as we said goodbye to our dinner guests.
He led me to a long SUV — a unique deep violet color. "Everyone and their butler has a black car. I like to stand out a little." Tony chuckled.
A suited driver stood by the back door, opening it as we approached and closing it as we slid into the leather seats. The dark-tinted windows and privacy screen gave us complete seclusion. It was spacious and clean. The surrounding speakers churned out quiet, classical piano as the driver began the commute.
Tony poured two glasses of champagne from a bottle resting on ice. He handed one to me and prompted a simple clink before we sipped.
"Did you enjoy dinner?" He rested his hand on my thigh, turning to face me.
I nodded, and just barely parted my legs, unsure if he would even notice the slight move.
But he noticed. And he responded by sliding his hand up my dress a few inches.
I wet my lips, bringing my eyes to directly meet his. "The food was amazing. I enjoyed the company as well."
"Wasn't too boring?"
I shrugged. "It was very boring. But the food and the decor — and especially my diamonds..." I unconsciously touched the gems "... they kept me entertained."
He smiled at me and set down his glass. He admired the necklace, letting his fingertips move over each stone. "They aren't nearly as pretty as you."
His hand caressed my collarbone and followed the curve of my chest, gently brushing over my nipple. He circled around and cupped my breast over my dress, giving it a soft squeeze.
The thin fabric of my slip dress coupled with no bra prompted my hard nipples to poke through. Tony stroked them, smiling, his eyes still focused on my eyes.
I squirmed and shivered. Softly and rhythmically, his thumb rubbed over my nipple again and again creating a deep warmth in between my legs. His other hand slowly moved up my dress until the tip of his fingers just barely grazed over my opening. I could feel wetness slipping out of my lower lips already... dripping into my silk underwear.
With two fingers, he gently traced a figure 8 over my wet underwear, moving up to my clit and circling down and around my gushing opening. He went back and forth without any respite, slowly and deliberately.
"Now, Lady." He said as his fingers continued on my nipple and pussy. "This is our first date. And I like to get to know my accompaniments."
I tried to keep my head focused as I listened, but it was so hard to think of anything other than his restless fingers.
"You're my first accompaniment." I choked out.
"I know." He smiled at my obvious torture. "It didn't escape me that I've had this honor of being first to... experience you."
He stopped and brought both hands to my shoulders. He delicately lowered the straps and let my dress slip down my torso. My naked breasts jiggled with each slight bump in the road.
His eyes stared hungrily at them. "So far, you have not disappointed."
He leaned his body down and kissed my breast wetly, leaving a ring of saliva.
He placed his hand back, on my bare breast this time, and returned to making circles around my nipple, letting the spit help his thumb glide. I clenched my pussy tightly — my breath coming in sharp gasps — as I tried to keep composed.
"And as stunning as you are, I'm a man of... well at least little bit of substance." He laughed at his own insult. "And I like to know more than just how great you can suck cock."
He leaned back over and kissed my other breast, his other hand following suit. He let both thumbs glide with saliva over my nipples, around and around, until I had to open my mouth to get enough air.
I gently moaned. "What do you want to know?" Barely able to get the words out.
He smiled. "Three questions. Think you can get through that?"
I nodded.
"Question one." He looked closely at me. Our eyes focused on each other while his hands worked on my breasts. "What is your dream destination to visit?"
I tried to sort through my thoughts. All I could think about was his thumbs moving over my nipples. As we encountered a bumpier road, he let his hands cup each breast... feeling my soft flesh bounce and jiggle in his palms.
I stuttered, but choked out my answer. "Iceland."
