My name is Thomas and here’s my story...

I’m a self-employed computer software salesman whose territory covers several of the western U.S. states from Mexico to Canada. I guess you could describe me as a 35 year old, 6’2” tall man, slightly pudgy but still in decent enough shape, with short brown hair and green eyes. I have a short beard that I keep well-trimmed. I am a bit older than most of my fellow software salesmen – computers are a young man’s world. But I’ve managed to do a pretty fair job with them and have made a good living for myself so far.

I wouldn’t consider myself much of a “ladies man”. I’ve had a few short-lived girlfriends over the years, but no long-lasting relationships. Either they came with way too much drama and/or “baggage”, or they were just not someone I could see myself with for a long time.

I’m not terribly picky in what I want from a girl, mind you, but if we have nothing in common except we are horny at the time, then a long-term relationship is going to be hard to make work. And I’ve pretty much accepted that I’m going to be a bachelor all my life, I’m okay with that. I do okay for myself – I have a number of chances to fuck a handy piece of ass in my travels and I don’t turn them down often!

The story I’m about to tell you happened to me once when I was staying at a Best Western Hotel just off the Vegas strip. I had a large computer show to attend and try to see if I could get some interest in a new program I was trying to get out.

I’d been driving all day trying to get to this software show that I attend every year in Las Vegas. I had planned on getting in early the day before because I wanted a chance to relax and unwind a bit.

Traveling as much as I do by car tends to wear on a guy and didn’t want to be tired all day the next day. That evening after dinner I sat at the table in my room, going over the information I was to present at the show. As is my usual evening routine, I logged on to the Internet and perused my favorite porn sites trying to unwind and relax a bit before going to bed.

The next morning, I was all showered and ready to go by 8 o’clock and figured that I would get a little breakfast at I-Hop down the street a few blocks. I like to have a meal and coffee and get myself psyched up for the day. I find the quiet time helps me to prepare for the stress and craziness that always comes later on.

But that morning, I opened my door to leave the room and almost walked into this very attractive young woman. I somehow got the impression that she wasn’t one of the guests staying at the motel when she asked if she could use my phone to call a friend to come and get her.

I stepped back into my room and told her that she could make the call. She came in and once I closed the door I showed her where the phone was. But then she didn’t pick up the phone handset, instead she just looked at me and mumbled something about phones and that she didn’t really need to call anyone.

I was a little agitated at first because I wanted to get to breakfast with plenty of time to get to the show and set up for the first customers of the day. So I asked her what it was she wanted. I told her that I was heading out, so she needed to decide if she needed to call someone or not.

“Mister, you’re not with the police department are you?” she asked suddenly.

That’s when it dawned on me what was happening. She was a prostitute on the prowl. I hadn’t caught on right away because of the early hour, but I suppose she just trying to get one more hook up before calling it a day. I took a closer look at the girl and decided that she was pretty. She was maybe 22 or 23, five foot five inches tall with a very nice 36DD-24-36 body. She had reddish-brown hair down to the middle of her back and soft emerald green eyes

I answered her, “No I’m not a cop. Why would a cop be staying at a Best Western?”

Her expression relaxed noticeably as she asked, “Are you interested in some companionship?”

“Companionship?” I asked quizzically.

“Yeah, you know ... companionship,” she said with a sexy little smile and a playful glimmer in her eyes.

“Are you talking about sex?” I wanted to be clear on the signals she was sending.

“Um, uh-huh, are you interested?” she asked, nervously wiggling around, trying to pull the hem of her black leather mini-skirt down a little. She had long, slender legs wrapped in fishnet stockings, and those tall high-heels must have been killing her feet. But she did feel the slightest tingle of sexual anticipation – she loved the power of her sex, how she could get the johns nearly helpless with her highly skilled expertise.

“Sure,” I said. “I’m always interested in sex with a pretty girl,” I said. I figured a little flattery might give her ego a boost and make her want to try harder.

“So what’s your name?” I asked, trying to ease my own tenseness at the strange situation.

“Belinda,” she said.

“How about a fuck?” she said, bluntly, “I’ll give you the morning rate of $100.00.

I didn’t have the time for any kind of a fuck, so I made another suggestion.

“Sorry, doll, I don’t have that much time. How about a $50.00 blowjob instead?”

She looked at me with a cute little pout. “Okay, but you have to pay in advance.”

“No, but I’ll show you the money and once you’re done, I’ll pay you.”

Knowing she had no choice except to leave and accost another hotel patron and risk getting caught, she quickly agreed. She told me to take my pants off and sit on the bed.