Encounters and Disagreements

Weeks passed and everything remained the same, I could only get clients through the agency and was still dependent on my Blumenau crown to keep the accounts up to date, there was nothing left over for the next month. It was a Saturday night and I had made an appointment with a client, I was unsure about what to wear because the cold attacked to be sure. The ringing of my phone interrupted my choice, I answered after verifying that it was Matheus, he was not very sociable and practically ordered me to meet him at 8 o'clock in the usual restaurant. His bossy manner made me very angry, but I pondered and just communicated that we had not arranged anything for that night, and did not even know that he was in the city. I was still talking when he said that he was driving quickly and that he was still on the way, but he had already reserved a table for us. He was very rude and interrupted me when I tried to inform him that I already had an appointment for that night - it was better that way, because I would not advance anything and it would just be another reason for the rude to recommend that I not be late, then he would hang up on my face - which is exactly what he did. It sucks when you're someone's financial hostage. I couldn't stay in that situation much longer, somehow I'd get more clients and achieve my independence. By now I'd swallow more of this frog. He probably had a fight with his wife - again - and would come drown his sorrows with me. I managed to get one of the girls to cover my appointment that night. The client was not one of the regulars, thank goodness. I finished choosing my clothes, and although that night was the coldest of the month, I didn't let go of a short dress, I compensated with long wool socks so that my legs wouldn't freeze, a warm coat and "parted dinner". I waited for over an hour for the man in that restaurant, and he didn't show up. The first two times I called he rang until he fell into the mailbox, the third time he answered and kicked me over the phone, growled that he couldn't talk, ran over a guy and hit another car in the sequence, that is, he was fucked and wouldn't come again, then hung up. "Well done FDP, who ruined my night" I celebrated feeling a malignant pleasure, however I didn't have much to celebrate since I was out of the show and out of the money. I asked for the bill and looked indignant when I saw how much I would pay for the Dry Martini I had just had - for the same amount I would have bought a bottle of gin and a bottle of Martini at the nearest convenience store - but fortunately a handsome, sad, 40-something guardian angel who had been sitting alone for more than half an hour at a table opposite to mine got up and approached me all friendly and polite. After the formalities he wanted to know if I was expecting someone, I replied that I took the cake. He said that he also took it and invited me to have dinner with him at his table. Of course I accepted... "That's good, who knows the night wouldn't be completely lost" I thought. During our relaxed chat between wine and the main course he spoke a little about himself. He was a construction entrepreneur and was separated from the woman he loved (he denied it) and was trying to reconcile, but she gave up on that reunion. I revealed that he worked as an escort. Well... we went to finish that cold night at his house. I felt a very pleasant warmth when I entered the residence, it had a heating system for all the rooms. After he took off my coat and leaned on a hanger near the entrance door, he hugged me by the waist and we walked to his suite. At first sight I was frightened by the smell of incense and several lit candles, but it was those old smelly and decorative ones. A servant who was not in sight had already prepared the environment, left on a table with wheels, the type of hotel, a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket, and by the way, we would have a party, because there was a lot of stuff taking up all the space of the table: strawberries, grapes, damask - it was what I identified only afterwards - I would discover that the two jars contained glass and chocolate cream. A few minutes ago, on the way out of the restaurant, we exchanged kisses in the car, and that's when he convinced me to go to his house instead of a motel. I didn't get into cars with strangers anymore, and I didn't answer the door unless the customer was a regular or recommended by the agency. I made an exception for the man, and I was attracted to him, and something inside told me that I could trust him. During another section of kissing he undressed me, taking off piece by piece my clothes, shoes and my warm socks. Finally he took off my black lace panties leaving me naked, gently took my hand and made me turn slowly on my own axis while running through my body with his eyes making compliments, after the second turn, a pause to caress my body and touched under my breasts feeling them with gentle movements of his fingers. I won a nice hug and caresses on my naked body during a kiss full of desires. I helped him undress and I loved the invitation to a foam bath, he took me in his arms and walked with me nestled in his arms. A hydro had been prepared by someone who whimsically produced, flowers, decorative and colored candles, foam and aromatic salts <unk> and more incense. I was still in doubt whether that atmosphere provided a touch of romance or mystery. The smell was very pleasant with a Q of sexuality and slightly sinister. If all that production was to seduce and win back his wife, I believe it would work, because it worked for me. Minutes later we exchanged caresses inside the fragrant hydro, and she penetrated from behind into my vagina, I was comfortable in her seat and synchronized our movements and enjoyed descending to the climax with her stunned sex on my hands. I swallowed my hands with smooth sponges and I knew how to smell the vapors and smell the magic. Ah! It was beyond a short smell of pleasure when I smelled it. After the delicious bath we return to the room to enjoy the precious liquid and some strawberries. The honey and the creamy chocolate were also edible, but in a creative way, they were poured on my lips, breasts and sex and the man licked and sucked me all, I did the same after kissing his dick with the two molasses. At the end of my kiss a third cream like milk joined the other two filling my mouth. Soon we'd be stuck with our bodies glued together and ground up, literally, my orgasms beyond candy were chocolate and pepper flavored. After hours of delightful self-improvement activities I accepted his invitation to spend the night, it was over and he was knocked out. When we came back from the bath the bed was made up with clean sheets and headboards "the ghost butler passed by" I thought smiling. And since no one is made of iron, we slept well. In the morning I was alone in bed when I woke up. Before I got dressed I went to the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up. I was finishing putting on my socks when he returned to the room dressed in a tennis player's outfit, said he was going to the club to meet his friends. He apologized for not offering me breakfast, had given the staff a day off and would have breakfast at the club. He gave me an envelope, said it was the arrangement for the program and insisted that I check. I was a little frustrated, it was R60000 for the two-hour program, I expected to have a tip for staying the night, but all right, we did not agree on an extra value. So even though I would not have to "give" part of this cache, this was a "Freelance" program and it would all be for me. I thanked him for the evening and offered him my card for when he wanted to make another appointment, he did not accept my card with the phone number of the agency, he insisted that I give him my mobile number... I did not resist the temptation and gave it. I hoped that I would not regret it later. We went to the living room and he kindly helped me to put on my coat, asked me to check the inner pocket... Eita! There was another envelope with bills of one hundred reais, ten to be exact. He said that it was a gift for the wonderful night, I thanked him with a kiss and I was satisfied although happy with the night of fun and money. A night that had everything to be a bore turned out to be the sweetest trance I've ever had. If you haven't read how this story began, I invite you to read the short story "The First Program" Next comes the tales: ♪ Bride of Liar ♪ <unk> pink card <unk> "Pause for Dating" "Sex games" "Night of Terror" "Profession whore" Home sweet home The Beneficent Bacchanal Kisses and until the next story!