Chapter 18

"Hello, I'm Vickie, your... date tonight."

The man holding open the hotel room door was forty-ish, but with a well toned body and handsome, dark complexioned face.

"Hi Vickie, I'm Tony. Come in, please."

Vickie, still a bit unsteady on the five inch heels, entered the room. She wore a black evening dress showing lots of cleavage and clinging to her body like a second skin. Matching stockings and the heels completed the outfit. She noticed his eyes light up as they looked her up and down.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," he breathed.

Vickie knew it wasn't her face he was admiring, but accepted the compliment anyway.

"Why thank you Tony. So you like what you see?"

"I'll say!"

Andrea had told her that Tony was the son of a long time client who expected to be entertained whenever he was in town. She had advised her niece that while he was vigorous in his lovemaking, he was, at heart, a nice guy, and therefore a good first client for Vickie.

"Care for something to drink?" he asked smiling, "or are you old enough?"

"I'm old enough for whatever you want," she responded.

"I'll just bet you are. How about that drink?"

"Sure, I'll have whatever you're having."

Vickie had once drunk a beer, but she didn't like it and that had remained her one and only experience with alcohol until a bit of wine the other night. He poured two straight Bourbons and handed her one. She took a sip and tried not to react to having her breath taken away by the 90 proof liquor.

"I thought we might get a bite in the hotel dining room if that's OK with you," he suggested.

"Of course."

The hotel restaurant was quite nice and the meal delicious. Vickie was quiet at first, prompting Tony to ask if everything was OK. She reminded herself she was here to provide him with a good time, so she relaxed and found Tony to actually be a lot of fun. He was funny, telling her jokes and funny stories about himself and Vickie found herself actually coming to like the man who would shortly be screwing her. They finished the meal and shared a bottle of fruity California vintage before taking a walk through Central Park and then returning to Tony's room.

Vickie excused herself and went into the bathroom, where she kept telling herself she must go through with this. She and Andrea had found a small, but expensive apartment and Andrea had already furnished it for her. That and an entire new wardrobe for her "client work" and she was already several thousand dollars in her aunt's debt. She touched up her hair and the slight amount of makeup she wore, and tried to remember the advice Andrea had given her. She turned, checking front and back in the mirror that she was as attractive and desirable as possible. The idea passed fleetingly through her mind that she should end this now, apologize and simply leave, repay Andrea, somehow and walk away, but so much had already shaped her future, she was no longer a virgin, she had such strong (Andrea said uncontrollable) sexual desires and then there was the money she owed her aunt. Vickie felt overwhelmed, as if she had already progressed too far, that her current path was unavoidable and so, she gathered her thoughts and walked back in to join Tony.

"Another drink?" he asked.

"No, I''m fine," she answered, her head not yet clear from the wine.

"You're a beautiful woman, Vickie," he said admiring her.

"Oh," she replied flirtatiously as Andrea had advised as an easy way to segue the evening into sex, "and what part of me do you like best?"

She sat on a chair opposite his and slowly unstrapped the high heels and let them fall to the floor.

"I like it all," he smiled.

"Then perhaps you'd like to see more."

"Absolutely."

She walked over to him, turned her back and held up her hair, an obvious invitation for him to unzip the dress. Tony was only too willing to oblige. Before he could follow that up however, she moved across the room near a chair. Slowly she let the dress slip from her shoulders. For an instant Vickie wondered what she was doing here, undressing in front of a complete stranger, whether she could actually do this, but despite her inner awkwardness and embarrassment, she smiled coyly as Andrea had instructed her on her many rehearsals for this evening and let the dress fall to the floor. Standing in matching black bra, thong, garter belt and sheer black stockings, she did cast an alluring sight for the man whose heart rate began to increase as did the size of the organ between his legs.

She sat and crossed her legs, showing lots of thigh.

"How about my legs?" she asked, beginning to sensuously unsnap the stockings from the frilly garter belt to reveal her shapely legs. Tony's eyes were dilating with pleasure as his entire body began to react to the striptease by the lovely young woman. The other stocking fell to the floor and Vickie carefully and deliberately prolonged undoing the garter belt, holding it out to her side and letting it fall to the floor.

"More?" she asked.

"By all means," he encouraged, his breathing becoming a bit heavy.

She reached back and unsnapped the bra catching the cups with her hands and holding them in place.

"Would you like to see my tits, Tony?" she asked, with just the tonal inflection Andrea had taught her.

"Would I ever," he responded, almost panting.

Tantalizingly, she let the cups slide down and the bra fall away. Her breasts were not massive, but shapely and firm, the nipples and aureoles large and dark.

"Nice tits!" he complimented.

"Thank you Tony and now I have something else to show you."

Vickie could not believe she was saying these things, even though Andrea had drilled her over and over again in the past few days as to how to entice a man.

Standing only in the abbreviated thong, Vickie began to sway her hips back and forth as she took her time in working the thong down and off. She saw Tony's excitement, knew he was as ready as he would ever be, his erection bulging his pants.