| Straight: Threesomes: Ms. Madison's Night In (1/13) |
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At the hotel bar she was just finishing her glass of wine, relaxing from the meetings of the day. It had been ten hours since she left her room this morning, and she couldn’t wait to get back to it now. She was still dressed in her formal business attire -- skirt suit, dark nylons, medium heels, her long auburn hair done up in a nice wrap -- and she was looking forward to a nice hot bath and some entertaining company for the rest of the evening. Her first appointment wasn’t until 1 pm tomorrow, and she wasn’t planning on getting to bed before midnight, for sleep anyway. She ordered two bottles of champagne to be sent up to her suite, then paid her bill, tipping the bartender with a fifty and wink, and saying, “Janice, this is to make sure they’re nice and cold and bubbly. I don’t suppose I can talk you into coming up and popping them for me?” The bartender, a twenty-five-year-old grad student from the university in town, merely smiled, and said, “Ms. Madison, I’ll do what I can for your bubbly, but you know they won’t let me make house calls.” “You can call me Madi, and I’ll speak to your superiors about freeing you from your confines in the future.” She stayed at the hotel frequently enough that she cold probably arrange the favor, but she knew Janice wouldn’t go along with it. Still, a girl can tease, can’t she? “Thank you for your kind intentions, Madi, and have an enjoyable evening.” On the way to the elevators she checked her watch -- 7:10. Hopefully her package had arrived and was waiting for her in her room. She got a car to herself, and undid her hair on the way up to the 42nd floor to the small suite of rooms she reserved each time she stayed. Nothing too grandiose -- an anteroom, bar and sitting room, bedroom, vanity, Jacuzzi bath, shower-- but everything she found quite necessary when traveling for a week at a time, and all done in leather, hardwood, and marble. As she walked in she heard running bath water being shut off. As her heels clicked across the short marble entryway, a young girl of twenty-two emerged from the bedroom. She was 5’3” topped with straight black hair, cut in a pageboy with a barrette on either side, large 34d breasts over her thin waist and medium derriere. She had a cute, intelligent face, and she was very attractive without being intimidatingly pretty. She was dressed in a white, short sleeved spandex top with nothing underneath, and a pair of light pink boy short; this evening’s assigned uniform. “Hello, Ms. Madison. Your bath is almost ready. I ordered dinner for later, and the champagne just arrived. Can I get you anything?” Ms. Madison walked across the room to kiss her cheek, removing her blazer and tossed it onto a chair. “Hello, Paige. I need some water, then please pour us some champagne, after which you can help me out of these clothes.” She had found Paige about a year ago through an escort service specializing in college students. Whenever she came to Boston, which was four or five times a year for as much as a week at a time, she booked as many of her free nights as Paige had available in her schedule. In return for a substantial payment, she would serve as butler, dressing maid, bather, courtesan, and evening companion. Ms. |
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