A Las Vegas newspaper ad peeks Helen's interest, touching on untapped yearnings, sending her on a journey of discovery. A sensual adventure into a glittering world of taboo, where she learns acquiring pleasure depends on her willingness to explore with the perfect escort attuned to her deepest, naughty desires...
She saw him reach across to the table setting next to her chair. He picked up a small red velvet bag. "During the entertainment this is for your immediate use. When you leave here, take it with you. It's yours."
He opened the bag and she was shocked when he pulled out a vibrator and a tube of lubricating gel. "Use them as much or as little as you need or want. After John and Mary are satisfied with their evening, I'll come back to you."
"But...but, I've never..."
His eyebrow shot up and he looked at her in surprise. "Never?"
She shook her head, unable to utter a sound, too embarrassed to voice the words. But she was also intrigued. He made her want to be so naughty.
"Then it's well past time for you to experience it." He turned it over and flipped a switch and she heard a faint buzzing sound. He reached out and placed it into her hand and she felt the steady vibrations travel up her arm.
"Oh," she murmured.
He smiled. "You'll like the way it feels inside you. This whole experience will be new and different for you. Think of it as enhancing your sex education. Something they never taught you in school."
"Oh, my God, no. As I recall, they taught very little." She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye as the door to the other room opened and two people stepped inside. She recognized them from the previous weekend. "They're in there." They were both dressed in silk robes similar to the one Fallon wore. As she watched, they stepped over to a twin of the ice bucket that was in the room she occupied and poured out two glasses of champagne.
John downed his quickly, then set the glass aside. He turned to Mary and untied the sash to her robe, pushing it from her shoulders as he sucked his way down to her breasts. She arched toward him and allowed the robe to fall away, leaving her naked.
Helen sucked in a breath, already her pussy was growing wet with arousal just watching this initial foreplay.
Fallon turned his head, then looked back at her as he rose to his feet. "I'll be back. Don't be too surprised at what you see. It is all part of the world of pleasure."
"Are you alluding to the fact that you are bisexual?"
"Are you shocked?"
She shook her head. "Not really. I thought you might be. Your profession and all."
"Then you understand."
"I'm not sure, but I guess I'm about to find out."
He leaned down and captured her lips, a hand going beneath the hem of her panties to feather across her wet labia lips. Then he pulled away and smiled. "You're already wet. I think you'll be putting my little gift to good use before the evening is over."
"Show me what you can do, Fallon. I want to watch. Make me hot enough to melt." He chuckled. "I knew I was right about you. You'll want more, won't you? You're going to be a demanding client, requiring all of my ingenuity to please you." It was shadow Helen who reached out to caress the silk of his robe, up over his chest, head thrown back in a wanton fashion. "You bring out the lust in me. I haven't decided yet whether that's good or bad."
Again, he chuckled and shook his head. Once the door closed behind him, she turned back to the glass, watched as John fondled Mary, pushing his fingers deep inside her. Helen's own hand moved downward, two fingers slipping beneath the drenched silk to tease her clit. She allowed her legs to fall open as she watched the people in the other room.
Then she saw the door open and Fallon stepped inside.
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