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  My body began to shake the instant his lips made contact with my clit. I held my lips open for him so that he wouldn’t have a problem accessing all of my goodies. He was neat with his eating, and I liked that. He did what he had to do to make me cum, and I didn’t feel like I had an entire jar of Vaseline applied to my private area. Once he was done, he wiped his face with a paper towel and proceeded to enter me.

  He was thick beyond reason, so he had to work it in slowly until he was able to fit most of it in. I thought for sure my insides would be wrapped around the head of his dick when he pulled out. It hurt like hell, but it felt so good at the same time. I heard Janet singing about the pleasure principal as he rocked my world for the next hour. My legs were so weak by the time I got off the sink, I had to lean back against the wall, and let him clean me up the best way he could before we returned to our seats. Flying first class was definitely the way to go.

  I went to my seat first, and a few minutes later he returned. We made jokes about the obvious stares we got from a few of the occupants around us when we got back, but I could care less. He gave me his business card, and I gave him mine promising to keep in touch. I knew if I did nothing else when I got home, I would be finding out what I could about him. He would make an excellent addition to my team.

  Once I was off the plane, I practically ran to get my luggage and my car so that I could make it back to my house in time for me to freshen up and change. I had to meet my client at the restaurant.

  I didn’t sit at the table with them, or anything like that, but I sat so that I could have a bird’s-eye view, and only stayed long enough to ensure the date was off to a good start. I always had my clients meet their dates for the first time at the restaurant. That way, if things didn’t work out she wouldn’t have to worry about him showing up at her house unexpectedly.

  In record time, even for me, I was showered and dressed in a form-fitting one-piece that hugged the hip and flared out down to the floor. The dress was jack black, and I topped it off with simple diamond and silver accessories so that I could blend into the crowd easily. After grabbing my bag, I took my hair rollers out and hopped into my car, letting the top down on my S-Class Mercedes and allowing the wind to tussle my curls until I rolled up to the valet parking at Mirror Mirror. The handsome valet stepped over and opened the door for me. After giving my windswept curls a little attention, I stepped out of the vehicle, and made my way into the most beautiful restaurant on this side of Drexel Hill.

  As I was being escorted to my seat by my handsome waiter, I saw my client’s date out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t acknowledge his presence. It wasn’t until after I was seated, and the menu was up to my face, did I peep the entire scene. He was looking extremely scrumptious in his Ralph Lauren suit. I took note of the single calla lily he had sitting in front of him on the table. That was my client’s signal that he was the right guy.

  Promptly at eight o’clock, my client walked in looking extremely wonderful in the red dress that I had picked out. I saw from my table that the quick lesson I gave her on applying makeup paid off, and the jewels we picked out matched perfectly. Her date was a gentleman, rising from his seat as she approached the table, and didn’t take his until she was seated comfortably. I waited a few more minutes, just in case an uncomfortable situation arose, then I discreetly made my way out of the restaurant, winking my eye at my client on the way by. She simply smiled in my direction and finished her conversation. Now, all I had to do was wait for her report in the morning or, if things went as I planned, the afternoon.

  After some much-needed rest, I woke up the next day refreshed and ready to work. Every so often one of my clients may request the company of the same sex. Now, I only deal with female clientele, so it was my job to get the client what they asked for. On a personal note, I was weary of those kinds of situations; but money talked and so does bills, so I had to do what I had to do.

  Later on tonight I will be meeting up with potential date number one. My client, Symphony, a femme herself, requested a feminine woman with perky breast and a flat stomach. She had to have shoulder-length hair, and it had to be her own. She also requested that the woman have full lips, a pretty smile, and a caramel, almost light-skinned tone. Her number one request was that she be a freak in the bedroom.

  Now, women come on to me all the time, but I needed someone that I could see in action, someone that I could do a background check on. I don’t have time to be dealing with criminals in my line of work. A good friend of mine told me about an upscale gentleman’s club over in Jersey City where the owner only hired premium women to work his spot. After exhausting all of my resources, I made my way over the bridge to see what was happening on that side of town.

  The club was in a high-class neighborhood and was so discreet you could only hear the music as you drove by, but the minute you got to the corner of the block there was silence. I parked my Expedition in the dimly lit lot and made my way into the building, ready to see some action.

  This place was very classy, and the women there were all on point. These women weren’t like the ones you saw around the way with black ash on their stomachs and stretch marks from having ten kids. These women were beautiful without a flaw on their bodies. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe not, but these chicks were on point. I took a seat in the corner and ordered a drink from the topless waitress that came to take my order. She was back in no time with my tequila sunrise, and I paid and tipped her nicely, afterwards sitting back and enjoying the show.

  There was a girl exiting the stage, and she spent at least five minutes picking up all the money that covered the stage floor. The men in this establishment were dressed to the nines in business suits, and I spotted several briefcases resting by their stools on the floor, so I’m sure they were spending some money up in here. Once the performer left the stage, the topless waitress that served my drink was wiping down the pole and removing scattered items that were left by the previous dancer.

  Soon after, the lights in the club went lower, and just about every man in the house that wasn’t already occupied was gathered around the stage as the deejay announced Like Silk to the stage. Jamie Foxx’s Do What It Do could be heard in the surround-sound speakers, and a hush fell over the crowd as she made her presence on to the stage.

  I kept my eyes on the stage as I listened to the lyrics of Jamie’s song while watching her body dance to the beat. I felt myself getting hot under the collar and had to check myself, reminding myself that women were not my thing. The lyrics boomed in my ears and the way Like Silk’s body twisted and turned on the stage had my thong soaked, and I couldn’t help myself.

  Whatcha wanna do? You wanna get high? You wanna get fired up?

  As the music played, Like Silk moved her body in a slow wind, slowly twirling around the pole in her cowgirl outfit. She had on a black studded crotchless thong and a top with a whip attached to her hip. Her ten-gallon hat was black with her stage name spelled out in rhinestones around the middle, all matching her thigh-high boots. I was stuck with my mouth wide open at the way she performed.

  Whatcha wanna do? You wanna get sexed? You wanna get tied up?

  As she worked the pole, I rocked back in forth in my seat enjoying the show. She grabbed the pole, and spun around it in a quick motion, landing almost at the top with only her legs wrapped around the pole. She came down in a slow circle, popping one butt cheek then the other, all the way down until her back touched the floor. I was speechless.

  Get your rodeo ride up, baby girl lift those thighs up.

  She moved her body around the stage floor like she didn’t have any bones in her back. The floor sparkled from the body glitter trail she left behind. I sat in amazement at what she was doing, and knew I had to talk to her before I left here. She snaked her body into a standing position, leaving her cowgirl boots laid on the floor. Using the whip that was attached to her hip, she performed several tricks as if we were in a real-live rodeo, keeping to the beat at the same time.
r />   I think you better wise up, ’cause I’m about to rise up.

  The men on the stage went wild as she jumped through the hoops she made with the whip then came out of her top. Her breasts looked to be about a 40DD, but they stood up perfectly and were kissed with chocolate nipples that even made my mouth water. Grinding her body down to the floor, she ran the handle of the whip up her leg and inserted the top of it into her vagina, afterwards taking it out and allowing one of the many men around the stage to lick her honey from it. Money was flying everywhere as if it were falling from the ceiling; and while they were occupied, I went to talk to the owner about letting me speak to her privately. After insuring him that I wasn’t scouting her for another spot, he allowed me to wait for her in her dressing room.

  I only had to wait a good ten minutes before she came in holding her props and a handful of money. She dropped some of her belongings when she opened the door and saw me in the room. I rushed over, and helped her pick up some things, my hands coming into contact with her baby-soft skin in the process. I don’t know what I was expecting her to smell like, but she had a light floral scent emanating from her that put me at ease.

  I explained to her why I was in the room, giving her a little background on what I did for a living and why I wanted her on my list. At first she was hesitant, but I assured her that what I did was private and she didn’t have to worry about her reputation being put out on the line. It took a little enticing, but when I started talking dollars and how much she could make in one session, she was all for it.

  “Okay, but before you go, I do have one request.”

  “And what’s that?” I said, stopping mid-pose as I was moving to get down off the table.

  Instead of her answering, she walked over to where I was standing and kissed me on the lips. I had never been with a woman before, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be with her now; but Like Silk was quick, and before I could protest, she had my shirt unbuttoned and my short skirt high up around my waist. She was kissing me and backing me up onto the table at the same time, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I didn’t want to.

  I closed my eyes and opened my legs so that she could stand between them, her mouth moving from my lips to my pebblehard nipples. A slight gasp left my mouth when her soft tongue made contact with my already hot skin, and the handle of her whip parted my lower lips. The pearl handle felt cool against my clit as she rubbed it quickly in a side-to-side motion, causing me to cum almost immediately. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she slid the handle into me until it reached the back, and worked it slowly in and out of me.

  If someone had told me a stripper would be freaking me this morning I wouldn’t have believed them, but she moved with the same skill as she did on the stage, and I knew I would have to charge top dollar for her. I was losing my breath slowly, and what little air I had in my lungs rushed out when I felt her tongue touch my clit. She never moved the handle out, and her tongue worked me until I was practically screaming for her to let up. By the time she was done, my hair was plastered to my forehead, and my lipstick was gone.

  “Make sure you get top dollar,” she whispered into my ear right before she ushered me out of the room. I got all of her information from the owner, and once I got home I made sure to call Symphony with the news.

  A few days went by before I heard from my client. She told me dinner was a smash, and she hadn’t had a chance to call because they had been getting buck wild in his condo for the past couple of days. She was just now getting home. Those are the things I like to hear when I set a client up. A few of my clients went on to marry their dates, and a lot of those same married couples asked me to headhunt other couples that were in the swinging business.

  Dr. Charles and Cynthia Montgomery was my reason for being up at six in the morning and rushing to catch a flight out to California. They were recommended to me from another couple that I helped out a few months ago, and her husband was the sole source behind this donkey that I’m toting around.

  Anyway, they lived in a beautiful mini mansion in Bel Air, and in their line of business it wasn’t that simple for them to approach a couple in the matter. A good friend of mine told me about a swing party that was going down in one of the mansions not too far from their house, and I wanted them to be there.

  As mentioned, total discretion has to be in effect at all times because the people that I dealt with had lives to go back to once all of the sexing was over. So, I had to ensure that my sources were accurate, and that everything ran smoothly.

  Once I exited the plane, there was a driver waiting outside for me. He was a nice, tall, handsome white guy with eyes the color of the ocean in Jamaica, and looked just as clean as the shiny cream stretch Rolls Royce that was parked behind him. The expression on his face must to have mirrored mine because I liked what I saw, and he looked as if he felt the same. He took my bags from the cart I had pushed through the airport and loaded them in the trunk of the town car.

  “Make yourself comfortable, we have at least an hour’s ride in this traffic before we arrive at the estate”, he said in a deep baritone voice that, if I had closed my eyes, would have easily made me think the late great Barry White had spoken to me.

  I didn’t say anything; I just moved to the door he opened for me and melted into the butter-soft interior of the sweet-smelling car. Periodically I caught his eye watching me through the rearview mirror. After about the fifth time, I decided to give him a show. By now we were about forty-five minutes into the drive, and I would definitely make that last fifteen very entertaining.

  Moving to the edge of the spacious seat, I pulled my flare skirt up and folded it across my stomach. I removed my thong panties so that my entire lower half was exposed. I started by sucking on my finger and using the moisture left on it from my mouth to rub across my clit. I smiled a wicked smile as I watched him try to drive the car straight and watch me at the same time.

  Using my other hand to open my lips, I used my free hand to finger myself, moaning out loud and tossing my head from side to side. Spotting the bottle of Dom resting in the ice bucket, I first grabbed an ice cube, pushed it inside, and used my walls to push it back out repeatedly until the ice was gone. When I set up to grab the bottle out I saw that he had took the liberty of releasing his erection from the confines of his pants and was stroking his length with one hand while he controlled the wheel with the other.

  I smiled at him, and leaned back again. The top of the bottle was smooth, and the bottle was a little heavy, but I worked it the best way I could. I first rubbed the smooth cap over my clit and down my slit until the top was at my opening. I began pushing the bottle in slowly, and the driver swerved to the right, almost banging into the car next to us. He quickly regained control of the vehicle, and I finished my show.

  I moved the bottle in and out of me at a snail’s pace, and I closed my eyes listening to his heavy breathing and picturing a real dick inside of me. We must have exploded at the same time, because I heard him moan loudly, and when I sat up I could see his cream covering the steering wheel and the front of his suit jacket. We were at the gates of the house by then, and from my positioning in the back I could see him wiping his mess up with a handkerchief. I rose up, and wiped my juices from the bottle and set it back in the ice bucket as if nothing had happened, afterwards straightening my clothes and primping in the mirror to make sure I looked good.

  The good doctor and his wife greeted me with open arms, and after a brief tour of their estate I was shown to my suite, where I would be for the next couple of days. Later that night I would be escorting them to the swing party, and I needed my beauty rest because those parties always get wild.

  By nine we were dressed and in the car, on our way to a night of pleasure. Dr. Montgomery cracked open the bottle of Dom as soon as we got in the car, and I smiled and glanced at the driver as I held my cup over for a drink. Mrs. Montgomery was a nervous wreck, but I assured her she would be fine, and to just relax and have a good
time.

  My connection met us at the door, and after a brief introduction we were escorted into the main foyer for the party. Now, most people expect to walk into a swing party and see people having sex all over the place, and everyone walking around naked. Don’t get me wrong, though; in some establishments it is exactly that way. But normally when you have a private party it’s a little more structured, and although by the end of the night it may be a wild encounter, you have time to warm up.

  We walked in, me on one arm, his wife on the other. I greeted a few people that I recognized and peeped out a few men and women that would be great for my team. Most of the people came as couples, but there were a few singles floating around, such as myself. We mixed and mingled and were having a good time. When I saw the Montgomerys walk off to a room with another couple, that was my time to do some investigating.

  I must say, I was still curious about the driver. I didn’t immediately rush out to him, and I made a couple of connections while inside. Stuffing the business cards that I collected into my clutch, I snuck out of the front door discreetly and walked down the lit trail to the car.

  The driver was watching a small television when I got up to the car. He didn’t notice me until I got right up on the car and tapped on the window. He jumped a little and rolled down the window when he recognized my face.

  “Hello, madam. Are you leaving the party so soon? We just got here under an hour ago.”

  “Actually,” I said with a devilish grin lighting my face. “I came to see if we could finish what we started earlier. Maybe roll around the back near the garden where no one can see us.”