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" W hat a great place to fuck ," Chloe remarked as she surveyed the hotel room with an appraising eye.
It was definitely a sex palace. The thousand dollar a night suite was enormous, decorated luxuriously, and filled with plenty of places for her to be bent over and rode hard. Just thinking about the sexy possibilities was getting her lady business wet.
She stood in the sitting area, which was set apart from the bedroom by a large sliding glass door. One wall of the room was nothing but floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city's twinkling skyline. Inside, all the furniture was stark white, and the floor with a wood stained so dark it was almost black. The walls were grey, which would have perhaps made it dreary, except for the art which hung around the room - nude paintings of curvy ladies - to set the mood.
She ran a hand along the sofa and nodded in satisfaction. Chloe had learned long ago that the room where she chose to work was extremely important. She couldn't attract high paying, attractive clients in a seedy motel bedroom with a creaking bed and poor lighting. That was the type of place you found Johns with diseases and bad intentions, all for a few bucks.
Nope; Chloe demanded a classier type of client. She wanted men who were rich, handsome, and willing to spoil her for the chance to slip inside her eager holes. Lots of guys were interested, sure, but she didn't have time for men not willing to talk with their wallet and big dick.
She had explained it to friends often enough, saying 'Why choose fucking for your career if it's not going to get you off too?'
To attract wealthy clients, she made sure that a night with her was luxurious and well worth the extra expense. She took care of all the details, designing a perfect fantasy for the man to melt into. Flowers on the table, bubbles for the bathtub, diamond-encrusted whips and handcuffs next to the sofa, and champagne by the bed. The guys just had to show up with their checkbooks.
She looked up at the clock by the doorway. "Shit, only thirty minutes left. I better get ready."
She hurried off to the enormous bathroom. Its walls were bright white, and it had a huge bathtub dominating one side of the room. She had already put a bowl of flavored lube next to the tub, in case the desire popped up later. The other side of the room had a large sink and vanity with several mirrors, where she had set up her make-up station.
"Got to get into costume," she chuckled, sliding onto the small stool before the vanity
And really, being in costume was how she thought of it. She was playing a part - the perfect little sex doll for her clients. She could dress in any outfit, put on wigs, talk in accents, and fold herself in a hundred positions. It was all a game for her, a way to mold herself into a fantasy version of real life. It wasn't just hot for her clients either - she enjoyed getting to disappear into a part. Normal Chloe could fade away for a night, and she could fuck with absolute abandon as she donned the costume of Chloe: Sex Goddess.
Checking her reflection closely, she nodded in approval of her night’s look. Her long golden hair was curled in sexy, messy waves that fell over her shoulders, and her make up was smoky and dramatic. The only thing missing was a bright lipstick, and she chose a cherry red to quickly apply. Red was her favorite color, and she loved the marks it would leave on a guy's dick after she went down on him.
Next, she slipped off the white robe wrapped around her curves, leaving her body clad only in red lacy underwear. She knew she'd be naked soon enough, but she wanted the reveal to be slow and sensual. So she chose a dramatic, body hugging black dress that cupped every inch of her generous frame. The low cut top highlighted her ample cleavage, and the skirt sat snuggly across her wide, plump hips. It hinted at just a taste of her assets, without giving away the whole game.
After sliding her feet into some sky-high black
" W hat a great place to fuck ," Chloe remarked as she surveyed the hotel room with an appraising eye.
It was definitely a sex palace. The thousand dollar a night suite was enormous, decorated luxuriously, and filled with plenty of places for her to be bent over and rode hard. Just thinking about the sexy possibilities was getting her lady business wet.
She stood in the sitting area, which was set apart from the bedroom by a large sliding glass door. One wall of the room was nothing but floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city's twinkling skyline. Inside, all the furniture was stark white, and the floor with a wood stained so dark it was almost black. The walls were grey, which would have perhaps made it dreary, except for the art which hung around the room - nude paintings of curvy ladies - to set the mood.
She ran a hand along the sofa and nodded in satisfaction. Chloe had learned long ago that the room where she chose to work was extremely important. She couldn't attract high paying, attractive clients in a seedy motel bedroom with a creaking bed and poor lighting. That was the type of place you found Johns with diseases and bad intentions, all for a few bucks.
Nope; Chloe demanded a classier type of client. She wanted men who were rich, handsome, and willing to spoil her for the chance to slip inside her eager holes. Lots of guys were interested, sure, but she didn't have time for men not willing to talk with their wallet and big dick.
She had explained it to friends often enough, saying 'Why choose fucking for your career if it's not going to get you off too?'
To attract wealthy clients, she made sure that a night with her was luxurious and well worth the extra expense. She took care of all the details, designing a perfect fantasy for the man to melt into. Flowers on the table, bubbles for the bathtub, diamond-encrusted whips and handcuffs next to the sofa, and champagne by the bed. The guys just had to show up with their checkbooks.
She looked up at the clock by the doorway. "Shit, only thirty minutes left. I better get ready."
She hurried off to the enormous bathroom. Its walls were bright white, and it had a huge bathtub dominating one side of the room. She had already put a bowl of flavored lube next to the tub, in case the desire popped up later. The other side of the room had a large sink and vanity with several mirrors, where she had set up her make-up station.
"Got to get into costume," she chuckled, sliding onto the small stool before the vanity
And really, being in costume was how she thought of it. She was playing a part - the perfect little sex doll for her clients. She could dress in any outfit, put on wigs, talk in accents, and fold herself in a hundred positions. It was all a game for her, a way to mold herself into a fantasy version of real life. It wasn't just hot for her clients either - she enjoyed getting to disappear into a part. Normal Chloe could fade away for a night, and she could fuck with absolute abandon as she donned the costume of Chloe: Sex Goddess.
Checking her reflection closely, she nodded in approval of her night’s look. Her long golden hair was curled in sexy, messy waves that fell over her shoulders, and her make up was smoky and dramatic. The only thing missing was a bright lipstick, and she chose a cherry red to quickly apply. Red was her favorite color, and she loved the marks it would leave on a guy's dick after she went down on him.
Next, she slipped off the white robe wrapped around her curves, leaving her body clad only in red lacy underwear. She knew she'd be naked soon enough, but she wanted the reveal to be slow and sensual. So she chose a dramatic, body hugging black dress that cupped every inch of her generous frame. The low cut top highlighted her ample cleavage, and the skirt sat snuggly across her wide, plump hips. It hinted at just a taste of her assets, without giving away the whole game.
After sliding her feet into some sky-high black
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