A Night to Remember

I asked her to dance with me and we moved to the centre of the dance floor, holding each other closely. She kissed me long and deep, while at the same time rubbing her beautiful body next to mine. I could feel her cock hard and throbbing against my thigh, while my own strained against my skimpy panties as she lightly stroked and fondled my balls under my skirt. We continued like that for some time, swaying slowly in time to the music, oblivious of everything except each other. We were making love on the dance floor, and there is no doubt everyone knew what we were doing. When I looked towards the bar I could see several of the men rubbing themselves off just at the sight of us.

She said to me ‘Viki lets go back to my hotel’, I didn’t hesitate, as we came out of the club and stood on the street corner waiting for a taxi, a large black Mercedes limousine, drew up next to us. The window rolled down, to reveal two distinguished looking men in business suits.

‘Hi girls’, said the driver. ‘Are you looking for business?’ I hesitated,. because I wanted Garbie, to myself on my own.
‘Maybe,’ Garbie said, without even looking at me. I knew at that moment that she was doing escort services.
‘How much?’ asked the man.
‘What are you offering?’ said Garbie.
‘Come back to our hotel and there’s two hundred quid for each of you,’ said the man.‘Three hundred and fifty each and it’s a deal,’ she said, like a true professional.

So in we got, and sped off to their, hotel suite. When we walked in we found the suite already occupied by four more industrialists, two of middle-eastern appearance,

‘We picked up these two bitches,’ said one of our two pimps, roughly pushing us towards the taller of the two middle-eastern men. ‘These are really experienced, high-class call-girls, the best you can get, not your average street WHORE. They’ll do anything, as long as it’s filthy.