Raspberry Fizzes

Chapter 1

He nods watching me carefully with dazed eyes before he decides to gather some control of himself and begin buttoning his dress shirt back up over his fat, bulging body. I try not to notice.

"Will I ever see you again?" I ask, my voice drawls out sexy and sultry, as if I couldn't get enough of him.

Sometimes it helps to be annoying. They won't want to take you home with them if you're annoying.

He looks up, a smirk growing on his lips. "Baby, you know how these things go..." I knew that face and I knew exactly what he meant. "I'll call you, alright?" He says and it sounds almost as practiced as my own charade. With a smile, he continues buttoning his shirt and with a whirl he props his blazer back on and loops his tie back around his neck.

Now, my signature move. 

I step forward, my naked body curving towards him. My breasts hanging beneath my chin. "Okay, baby. Just don't let it be too far away from now." I whine into his ear and when I pull away slightly, I see his eyes are most definitely caught up in my breasts, my hair, the way my eyes hood over.

My fingers find his tie tentatively and I feel his chest lift under my fingers as I let them fumble against his shirt. I expertly create a knot and fasten it quickly up against his throat. I let my lustful drawl drop an octave, "You know where to find me." 

Moving past him, I find the doorknob, and open the door, pulling him through the entrance by his tie, "Bye baby." 

He stutters somewhat before shaking his head slightly, giving me a small smile and a shy wave before I shut the door on him in a swift, decided movement.

Perfect execution. I have to ensure I'm maintaining my business.

There was a kind of beauty in it all... the push and pull of an intimate exchange. I've learnt to master when to let him take control of me and I've learned to master when to stand in my power. A delicate art with all those fragile egos acting like ticking time bombs.

Taking over the minute he starts to pull away and think about his life outside of you and outside of where he's found himself and letting him take control when he's fully entranced in your body and the narrative you play out.

I sigh, beginning to pick up my own clothes from the floor, for the third time that night. Dragging lacy underwear up my legs, always kept smooth and bare from any sprouting natural hair growth. And reclasping my matching strapless push-up in place. Positioning my breasts properly.

My plain, boring and yet alarming ring tone sounds from within my clutch and I listen for the direction of the sound before heading towards the modern, rounded, hotel armchair where I had previously thrown it. 

I begun to make the bed again, the same way the hotel staff make them up, as I held the phone to my ear. Pulled taut and without any creases. Nelly, a cleaner at the hotel and a good friend of mine, gives me the key to this hotel room free of charge as long as I could learn to tidy it after myself and make sure not to leave any evidence of using it when I need to.

Plus, it wouldn't hurt to pick up a cleaning job somewhere... Try and find a way out of this grey, maybe. 

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Are you done? I'm watching a man walk out from the exit now."

"Yes Chase, all done." I chirp after realising who it was I was conversing with. When everyone in your social circle used phones displaying 'No Caller ID', it was hard to determine who you would be faced with in every phone call. "The transfer was all fine?" I asked seriously now, as I had had two of my clients' payments bounce in the past and it did not do well to keep me in the good books of my employer.