We've Travelled So Far Pt. 01

This little Asian's eyes bulged. "What? Tonight?"

Both the other laughed, and Jerome rose off the bed and walked towards Mia. "Not tonight baby, but soon." Anya could see this was turning into one of those classic farewells where the client keeps treating the appointment as though the fantasy is something like a real date. It was a great opportunity to slide back to the nightstand to collect and inspect the envelope filled with US dollars. An efficient glance confirmed that everything was in order.

Anya swept across the room to Mia's side and gave Jerome a peck on the cheek. Mia quickly did the same. He placed his arms around them for one last squeeze. "Thanks for a fun night, ladies."

Anya moved away from his embrace and took Mia by the hand. "It was absolutely our pleasure." With that the two women walked towards the door while swinging their hips for extra effect. As Anya pulled on the handle, Mia turned around and blew Jerome a kiss.

"Until next time, baby..."

Jerome watched the stunning ladies leave the room and then retrieved his phone on the way back to the bed. He laughed to himself - a satisfied laugh that spoke of his immense enjoyment of the last hour - before open his message app and firing off a quick missive to Mr Li. "Great recommendation. A bargain at twice the price. I'll sleep well tonight!"

With that, Jerome lay back on his back and, with a belly full of whiskey and a worn-out cock, fell almost immediately to sleep.

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Fifteen floors above the snoring businessman, David sat at curved edge of the Horizon Bar and clinked the ice in his glass. As Old Fashioned was probably one more drink than he needed - particularly the way the bartender made it - but the tipple in Jerome's room had fired up his palate. Besides, passing out tonight was a pretty good option.

Despite the challenges of his marriage, David had never cheated on Maria. Christ, he thought to himself. It's not like here hadn't been a bunch of opportunities.

He considered himself reasonably attractive (but that wasn't the issue). Almost every trip away there was temptation - a night in a stripclub after a boozy dinner with clients, a gentle knock on the hotel-room door as a gift of thanks from a grateful client, or just the usual escorts working a bar such as this one. David always politely declined.

He loved Maria and his family - more than anything on earth. However, as the warmth of the whiskey flowed through his veins, his mind couldn't help but wonder. What would have happened if I'd stayed downstairs with Jerome? That Asian girl, Mia, was gorgeous...

David focussed on the drink to drag himself back from an emerging fantasy. In his mind's eye, the black-haired beauty hadn't even managed to take off her dress off. He fired off a text message for Mia (FUCK... Maria) and the kids to confirm he had made it to the hotel, and drained the remaining liquor. Clearly was starting to feel quite drunk.

All of a sudden, a light hand touched his arm. "Well, well... Fancy seeing you here." It was Anya, behind her stood Mia who wore her strapless dress and a mischievous smile.

It was hard for David to not look surprised. "Uh... uh... sorry. What are you two doing here?" Realising how clumsy and stupid he sounded, David rose out of his chair. "Would you like a seat?"

The Estonian didn't miss a beat. "Hmmm... I don't really think you're the buying-us-a-drink type."

"Well," smiled David as he gathered himself. "Not in that way, sure. However, you're welcome to sit here for some company if you like."

The girls looked at each other, then Mia looked at her watch before Anya shrugged her shoulders. "Sure thing. Your buy."

They settled into the seats and David ordered a couple of glasses of American Syrah and another Old Fashioned for himself. "So, did Jerome behave himself?"

Anya stifled a laugh. "Not really, however he was the perfect gentlemen. There are no complaints from us." She looked at her friend. "Mia?"

Blood ran straight to Mia's cheeks as she coughed in embarrassment. "Yes. He was very good." Now it was David's turn to laugh and the mood between the small group lifted.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it." The trio clicked glasses. David took a good slug of his glass while the girls barely sweet their lips with the red wine.

Anya decided to tease the reluctant 'John'. "What happened to you, anyway? A couple of girls could get the feeling that their company wasn't appreciated - especially when your chances were looking so good."

If she hadn't seen it a hundred times before, Anya might have been dissuaded by the act of David raising his left hand to show his wedding ring. "Oh, honey. That's never stopped anyone."

A cheeky smile reached his lips as he looked at the stunning blonde over the rim of his glass. "Well, I guess I'm not just anyone, then."

By lifting the glass to his lips once more, his body remained prone to Anya's advances. "I have no doubt at all." She said as she continued her teasing game. "Just watching you get up and walk out of the room made you better than 90% of men I've met in my life."

David's mind went back to a time before Maria became sick. Now that was an interesting era... he thought to himself. Some of their exploits would have made even this brazen temptress blush.

Anya continued her feminine assault on David; sliding a careful hand onto his crotch and gripping his semi erect cock. It jerked lightly under her ministrations.

David quickly lowered the glass and shifted in his seat while spinning the ring on his left hand. Anya retuned her hand to the wine glass sitting on the bar. "There's no need for fucking. Mia has become give a willing-and-able little cocksucker. Haven't you, sweetie?" Mia started to look embarrassed but managed to hold her poise.

It seemed that a nice, quick earner might be on offer. Anya addressed David once more. "Surely you're looking forward to a relaxed and deep night's sleep?"

The whiskey was having its desired effect and it wasn't helped by the look that Mia gave him. Despite the fact she'd not read the situation clearly when she sat down (surely this was just a chance for a break and a drink?) Mia had gathered herself enough to fall in behind Anya and look at David with her best bedroom eyes.

For a moment David wavered, and Anya didn't miss the opportunity to strike. She leaned I close enough to whisper; close enough so that David couldn't help but smell her delicate scent and feel her firm breasts on his upper arm. "The little minx lay on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed while Jerome fucked her face. And even better? She played with herself while he did it.

"He'll definitely be in a lovely, deep sleep by now..." Anya ran a finger over Mia's lips while David simply groaned. "So... shall we head back downstairs for a bit?"

With the wave of his hand, David called the bartender over. "Check please," he requested before turning his bleary eyes back on the enticing women before him. "Thank you. That sounds delightful..."

Anya giggled. "Fantastic!"

"Ah... thank you. But I'm afraid I will have to decline." David was barely holding on to his senses as it was suddenly clear that he was feeling quite drunk. "Tomorrow is a big day."

The gold-clad amazon had one last try. "But you can't reject us twice in a night. Come on, let's make it an express service."

The moment was lost and David had regained his self-control. The bill landed on the bar and he quickly scribbled his signature on the bottom of the slip. "I don't mean to offend," he said, somewhat ingenuously. "Perhaps in another lifetime. Good evening, ladies."

David gently shook their hands before turning to leave. "Have a great night," he smiled. He'd enjoyed the tease but that was more enough...and as much as he could take for one night.

"Goodnight David. Perhaps we'll see you tomorrow night."

They watched as David made his way towards the exit with focussed determination. As he disappeared out of view, Anya turned to Mia as she gestured to a man sitting alone on the other side of the bar. He was beautifully dressed in a well-cut suit that was accessorised with a light-blue boutonniere.

"C'mon gorgeous. I've got a Plan B."