The drifter sat in the bar of the Four Seasons Hotel in Dallas enjoying a glass of very nice French wine. His suit was Prada, his shoes Kenneth Cole. His hair was perfectly cut and styled. Everything about him spoke of money and power. Yeah, this was a much nicer life-style, then hitch-hiking across the country. Yes, luxury is a much better way to live. He should have done this several years ago.
He had seen and done a lot of things. He had seduced all kinds of low rent women around the country. He had forgotten how many cunts he had fucked in the past few years as he moved from town to town. That is how he had made his living, so to speak. He would use his looks; charm and intelligence to find his marks, and then his big, thick cock would seal the deal every time. It had never failed. When he was done fucking them silly, they would give him anything, and do anything to stay with him. But when the money ran out, or he got bored, or the situation soured, he just moved on. He'd had many a run-in with a mad boyfriend or husband whose mate had cheated with him. He didn't care. He had always won every fight and altercation. He had always figured out a way to escape with his hide intact, after he had reamed the pussy and taken all their money. He was cool, very calm, could be vicious and sadistic and most important, he didn't care about anyone or anything except himself. That what made him so successful at what he did. It made him the drifter.
After a very unfortunate incident in Meridian, MS., involving a very sexy young waitress and her over-protective boyfriend, he'd run to Florida to escape arrest. He had ended up in West Palm Beach. The kind of players there were a little beyond his usual fare, but he was a very fast study. Within a few weeks, he was the most sought after gigolo in West Palm. Women of all ages were after his attentions and cock. Rich wives, rich daughters, rich heiresses. Women who had money, and trust funds, and absent husbands. He took total advantage of all the gifts, money, and pussy that came his way. He would still be there laying the pipe to all the rich, high-society northern babes down for the summer, except for that matter of that pregnant under-age girl, and how he'd put her CEO father in the hospital when confronted. He left West Palm in a hurry. He had picked Dallas, and so far, it had been the right choice. He was even doing better here with the Texas women. He had stayed with that beautiful blond and very bored housewife in North Dallas as he taught her about the finer points of sucking a big cock, then he'd hooked up with the young spoiled brunette daughter of an oil zillionaire who had wanted to get wild and crazy. Well, they had accomplished that for sure. They had checked into the Houston Hilton where he had spent an entire week fucking her in the ass while Daddy's credit card paid for it. Both occasions had resulted in extremely satisfied and appreciative women, who gave generous monetary gifts for his sexual attentions.
Now he was looking for his new mark, the next meal ticket, the next woman that he would send to heaven with his huge cock, and reap the benefits of her desires and lifestyle. Finding the right woman just took time and patience. You had to know what to look for. That certain element that let you know they were available and ready to play, even if they didn't know it themselves. You just had to draw it out of them. Then before they even knew what happened, he would be between their thighs pumping his huge prick into their creaming cunts. Taking them to places they never imagined a man could take them, and they would be his. They would abandon home, husband, family, all rational thought to be with him and his magic cock. Plus they would pay for it all. It was a nice way to make a living.
As he placed his drink down on the bar, he saw her, and he immediately knew that she was the one. Her walk, the way she entered the room, the tilt of her head, and the gleam in her eye made it obvious that she was on the hunt. Well, he was just the kind of man to help her with her problem. She appeared to be in her mid to late forties. She was about 5'9" and very attractive with red hair, green eyes and a very nice figure. Her black tailored suit bespoke money, confidence, and style. While her suit was totally professional in appearance, it was very sexy and did little to conceal a pair of C-cup breasts, a flat stomach and killer legs.
Has he observed her, he could tell she wasn't waiting for anyone. She was by herself, and looking for an interesting time. Maybe not sex, but someone to keep her company and entertained for the evening. Someone attractive and interesting. She might have sex with them, but she would decide that later.
She walked up to the bar a few seats down from him, and ordered a dirty Martini. As she waited for her drink, she looked around and noticed him sitting at the bar. She flashed him a brief smile, and turned away. When her drink arrived, she charged it to her room, and moved to table in the far corner of the bar. As she sat down and crossed her superb legs, her skirt rose up showing off her taut pale thighs.
Okay, so she was available, but you had to work for it and come to her. She held the power in every conversation, because you had to go to her table to speak to her. He could tell she was used to having control, of having the power, of being in charge. That was the kind of woman he liked to break the most. The superior ones, the ones with the attitude, the ones with the feelings of power and control. Well, after he had stuck his big cock in their uptight pussies and made them cum like never before, they would crawl thru shit and broken glass to get next to him again. It happened every time.
He ordered a Martini for himself. When it arrived, he boldly crossed toward her table and introduced himself. She had watched his approach the entire way. She liked what she saw, so after a few moments of small talk when he asked if he could join her, she nodded yes.
"So Hank what is it that you do?"
"I'm a life-style consultant, mostly in the area of recreational pursuits."
"What is that?"
"Well, I figure out what people want and need, and then I get it for them. Sometimes, they don't even know they need it, but I convince them."
"So who are your clients?" she asked suspiciously.
"All kinds of people from all over the country, but most of my clients are women."
"Really," she said skeptically, "and what do you think I need?"
"Hmmmmmm, I will have to think about that for a moment. So Katherine, what are you doing in Dallas? Business or pleasure?"
"I came for a tech convention. I am headed home to tomorrow. So it was business, but tonight is for pleasure. This convention has been a lot of hard work."
"Where's home?"
"Phoenix. So what about you? Business or pleasure?"
"Pleasure, but then my business is pleasure."
"Oh, I see." She took a sip of her Martini as she looked at him. It was if she was appraising a purchase. "And how much do you charge of this service."
"How do you mean?"
