El Cliente de Una Noche

The hotel bar was almost empty, just the low hum of a blues track and the clink of ice. I was on my third whiskey, nursing the last of my expense-account freedom, when she slid onto the stool beside me. Her name was Lena. She smelled like vanilla and something sharper—cigarette smoke, maybe. She didn't ask what I did for a living, just looked at my tie and said, "You look like a man who needs to forget a meeting."

I laughed. "Something like that."

She ordered the same whiskey I was drinking. Her fingers brushed mine when she took the glass. "I'm not looking for a date," she said, voice low, eyes holding mine. "I'm looking for a distraction. You in?"

My cock twitched before my brain caught up. "Depends on the distraction."

She leaned in, her breath warm on my ear. "I'm an escort. But not the kind you're thinking. I don't do dinner dates and polite conversation. I do what I want, with who I want, for the night." She pulled back, a small smile playing on her lips. "And right now, I want you to take me to your room and fuck me like you've got nothing to lose."

I barely made it to the elevator before my hand was on her waist, pulling her close. She didn't resist. Her mouth found mine, hungry and wet, as the doors slid shut. The ride up was a blur of tongue and teeth and the soft groan she let out when I grabbed her ass.

The door clicked open and we stumbled inside. Her dress came off in one fluid motion, pooling at her feet. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were perfect, full and heavy, nipples already hard. I dropped to my knees, mouth finding her skin, tasting salt and heat as I worked my way down her stomach. She gasped when my tongue found her clit through her panties, wet already.

"Fuck," she breathed, fingers tangling in my hair. "Don't tease."

I pulled her panties down, let them fall. She was shaved smooth, glistening. I buried my face between her thighs, licking slow and deep, savoring the way she bucked against my mouth. Her moans filled the room, low and raw.

"Enough," she said, voice rough, pulling me up by the collar. "I want you inside me."

I stripped off my shirt, undid my pants, and she was already on her knees, hands working my cock out of my boxers. She took me in her mouth without hesitation, deep, all the way to the base, and I had to grip the edge of the dresser to stay standing. Her throat tightened around me, wet and hot. She looked up, eyes watering, and swallowed.

"God, Lena—"

She pulled off with a wet pop. "Not yet." She stood, pushed me onto the bed, and climbed on top. She was slick, and when she sank down onto my cock, I felt every inch of her tight heat. She rode me slow at first, grinding, her eyes closed, lips parted. Then she picked up the pace, bouncing, her tits swaying in my face.

"Fuck," I groaned, grabbing her hips. "You feel incredible."

She leaned forward, mouth at my ear. "I want you to fuck me from behind. Hard."

I flipped her over, ass up, face down. I gripped her hips and slammed into her, all the way, and she cried out, a sharp, guttural sound. The bed slapped against the wall. She pushed back against me, matching my rhythm, and I reached around to find her clit, rubbing in tight circles.

"I'm close," she gasped. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I drove into her harder, faster, until her whole body tensed and she came with a shuddering cry, her pussy clenching around me like a fist. I followed a second later, burying myself deep, spilling inside her with a groan that sounded more like relief than anything.

She collapsed onto the sheets, breathing hard, a lazy smile on her face. "Not bad for a businessman."

I laughed, rolling onto my back. "Not bad for an escort."

She propped herself up on an elbow, and for a second there was something soft in her eyes. "I don't usually do that."

"Do what?"

"Stay." She laughed, light and easy. "But you're cute when you're desperate."

I pulled her close, and she didn't pull away. The city lights hummed outside the window. For the first time all trip, I wasn't thinking about work.