The Unexpected Hooker

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Oliver has it all lined up! His wife and son are away all weekend, so he has taken advantage of the free time to arrange drinks with the boys followed by a hooker to fuck his brains out!He had found a redhead online; she looked hot and sexy, although her images purposely concealed her face. There were close-ups of her breasts and pussy, which both looked inviting. She offered the usual services, kissing, oral, and penetration for three hundred dollars an hour. To fuck her bum-hole was an extra fifty, and she had the right to refuse large cocks if her passage couldn’t take it.Drinks with the boys escalate quite quickly from a few beers into cocktails and downing tequila shots. Oliver found himself in the gent’s toilets throwing up. He spits the last bits of puke of his mouth and staggers back to his friends to make his excuses and head home. He leaves after being heavily mocked and walks via a store to pick up some mints.His modern apartment is in an exclusive complex on the upper east side of New York. He stumbles through the door, fills up the kitchen sink with water and adds some ice. He then dunks his head into the cold water in a bid to get mildly coherent.The door buzzer comes Anadolu Yakası Escort alive, like a drill going through Oliver’s head. It must be her; it was 1.30 am on the dot. The prostitute is here, and he is in no fit state. But confident he can pull it together, Oliver goes over to buzz her in.Oliver sits back on the sofa waiting. Through his daze, he can see a redhead walk in and shut the door behind her. She is dressed in sexy tight black leather trousers and a jacket.“Hello, lover,” she says.“Wow, hi Sylvie,” Oliver says, getting up.“Darling, shall we deal with the money side first?” Sylvie asks.“Yes, ok,” Oliver says getting out a roll of fifty-dollar notes and handing over enough for a few hours.They settle on the sofa and start kissing. Sylvie could taste the alcohol on Oliver’s breath. His reactions were slow and non-compliant, he could barely focus on this beautiful woman. His eyes slowly close as he passes out.Sylvie tries to wake Oliver up, his eyes open briefly and then he is gone again. He starts to snore loudly so at least he is alive. Sylvie decides it is a lost cause and as a gesture leaves half the cash, taking the Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan other half for her trouble. She goes over to the front door. But it’s locked and you need a passcode to open it.“Fucking hell,” she exclaims walking back over to Oliver.Mason has had a hard day and relaxes with a whiskey and cigar on his balcony. His peace is disturbed by noise from the apartment above. He thought they were away.“Hey, you, can you help me?”Mason looks up and sees a redhead leaning over Oliver’s balcony above him.“Hi”“I am trapped in here, Oliver got drunk, and fell asleep and I can’t wake him up to get the door code.”“Sorry, I don’t know what it is,” Mason exclaims.“That wasn’t what I was thinking.”With that Sylvie takes off her deep red flame stilettos, put them in her bag, which she slings over her shoulder, and proceeds to climb over the balcony railings.“Fuck, lady, be careful, you could kill yourself.”Sylvie looks down at the ground four flights below her. Holding tightly to the railings she shimmies down the metal post connecting the two balconies. She wraps her arms around and clambers like a monkey, her bare feet feeling Escort Anadolu Yakası the cold metal as she slowly heads to the balcony below. She swings her body. A nervous Mason tries to help and reaches out as she comes down. He falls back on the balcony as he grabs hold of her.“Hello, I hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this,” she says lying on top of him.Sylvie gets up and pulls Mason to his feet. They walk through to his apartment. The layout is exactly the same as the one above just differently decorated and you could tell Mason lives on his own.“What’s your name?”“It’s Sass, Sylvie Sass.”“I am Mason. How do you know Oliver?”“Just through work, we went to a fancy dress party which is why I am dressed like this.”“Are you Catwoman?” Mason says looking down at her leather outfit.Her leather trousers look like they are sprayed on they are so tight. Her black leather jacket is slightly looser fitting and you can tell she has nothing on underneath it.“I was aiming for Emma Peel, The Avengers, sixties TV show. Have you seen it?”“Yes. However, I do know Oliver and what he is like. As soon as his wife is away, he is at it.”Sylvie stops the pretence and confesses to her occupation. Although he is currently single Mason has never paid for sex but is sorely tempted now the opportunity stands in his lounge.“Hopefully you can let me out,” Sylvie says.She rubs her bare feet and slips them back into her stilettos. Mason watches her black pedicured toes disappear and admires her cute toe cleavage in her shapely heels.

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