RICH MAN HIRES ME
I was told to reach one of the suites in Oberoi. It was the classiest suites I had been to in my experience as an escort. I was looking forward to it. My client was supposed to be a 28-year-old bearded guy, who seemed intelligent but ruthless in his photo. The kind who would kill it in board meetings. I was really hoping it did turn out to be him though, because catfishing isn't something that happens only online. Especially when the client's picture was that of a young, strong, handsome man.
In addition to the location, I was also given direct and clear orders on what I was supposed to wear and do. I had to wear a white blouse, a black A-line miniskirt, red stilettos and that's it. No bra, no stockings. Just the skirt that flared out at my thighs and rode up if I bent over even a bit, the slightly translucent white blouse I had chosen tucked into the skirt, and the heels that dug into the plush carpets of the hotel's lobby as I entered the hotel. And oh! there was one other thing - I had to wear the panties that had been sent to me. These were one of those that had a remote-controlled vibrator on them. I had put them on, and they had been pretty much silent and non-functioning so far.
As per my instructions, I had to look for a server named Antara. I found her checking in another customer, I told her what I was asked to say, that Jim had sent me here. She smiled at me, took me aside and made me sit on the lobby's sofa. She offered me a welcome drink, and asked me to wait. I waited for half an hour, sitting on the sofa with my legs crossed. My welcome drink continued to get refilled by a waiter. Each time he came to offer me a new glass, I could see the waiter hungrily but guiltily look at my breasts that showed clearly at this proximity. At 34D, they were already large enough, but since they were barely held together by a tight fitting, translucent blouse, I am sure they made quite the picture.
The welcome drink he served me was a hard cocktail, that hit me as soon as I drained the first glass. 2 glasses later Antara returned, this time with a room key. But she asked me to wait for a message. And just as she was talking to me, that's when it happened. My panties began vibrating. They rubbed against my clit just right, and I had to squeeze my legs together as the speed started going up. The waiter came in to offer me another drink, he hungrily stared at my cleavage, and this time slightly smiled at me as I bit my lip. He probably knew what was happening down there, probably not. But right then all I could I think of while I took the drink from him was cumming. And just as abruptly as it had started, it stopped.
My clit yearned for more, my pussy was wet. I wish I could just finger myself to an orgasm, but I couldn't. I was seated in the main lobby buzzing with people around. I drained the glass I had in my hand and took deep calming breaths. I started thinking - it was a remote-controlled underwear. It would not have a very wide range - the person controlling them had to be somewhere around. I took a couple of sips, and started looking at the people sitting nearby, trying to figure out which one had my control. Almost as if to punish me for being curious, the panties started vibrating again, this time at a higher speed. It made me squirm and squeeze my legs even tighter. I was trying hard not to moan out loud and touch my pussy right there.
Just then I got the client's message:
Now.
The panties continued to vibrate and tease my clit as I got up. I fumbled and dropped my purse. I bent down to retrieve it and I gasped a bit as the panties moved position and hit my clit even more directly. I was sure my pussy was so wet now that it had started dripping. I just hoped my skirt wouldn't show a wet patch as I stood up. I felt the waiter's eyes on me as I looked around. I called for the same waiter to take me to my room. I followed him as he led the way through the area that hosted 4 elevators. I could see him steal glances at me all through our ride to the 11th floor.
My clit continued to be teased through out, I was so wet by then that had it not been for the job I had to do, I'm sure it would have been fun to give the waiter way more than a glance and have him fuck me right there in the elevator. But I was here at the orders of my rich client, and it would be a major loss if I didn't please him.
The waiter showed me the way to room 1903. The vibration stopped. I smiled a thanks and opened the door to the room. It was pitch black inside, with a soft golden glow in the distance. I entered and took a few steps inside and the door closed behind me. The suite had a large seating area, a double bed and a bathtub. My phone beeped with a message:
Put on the blindfold on the bedside table and wait for me on the bed. On all fours. No touching yourself. No cumming until I say so.
This man sure liked his kinks. But blindfold and doggy kinda seemed vanilla after the whole scene so far. I put on the black blindfold and got into position and waited for my new Daddy.
I waited with the alcohol inside me really doing its magic now. I was high and horny, I could feel my wet pussy dripping now, ready to be thoroughly fucked. The room was silent for a while. And then I could hear the door open. I hear your shoes across the floor of the suite, until they stop somewhere near the bed. I hear you unbuckling your belt and it sends a shiver down my spine. I have all my senses on alert as I waited on the bed, on all fours, with my ass in the air and boobs straining against my blouse.
I hear you say,
