eyelashes?"

"Sure, why not!"

"Okay, sir. Is that it?"

By now I felt like I was talking to an old friend and my earlier inhibitions had disappeared. "Make sure that she has big tits and is beautiful," I said.

"That goes without saying," said the voice with a laugh. "Now, our charge is one hundred dollars and I'll take most major credit cards. Sally will meet you in the bar at the Sirloin Pit near your hotel at eight for dinner. I'm sure that you'll have no trouble recognizing her. And, oh yes. Any other arrangements are between the two of you. If that's acceptable to you I'll take your credit card number and its expiration date."

I gave the voice my VISA number, told her that I'd be wearing a red sweater for identification, and hung up the phone, not believing what I had just done.

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was now seven, plenty of time to get ready, but not enough for any really satisfying jerking off. Besides, if this evening went right I'd be doing some serious fucking before midnight. I slipped off the red pumps and again headed to the bathroom to shave and shower.

I arrived at the Sirloin Pit at about 7:50 p.m. and took a seat at the bar after scanning the room and determining that Sally wasn't there yet. About half of the tables in the small room were occupied, as were a couple of stools at the bar.

The crowd was a mix of businessmen, couples and singles. I ordered a martini and as I sipped the icy gin and vermouth I noticed that another guy by himself at the end of the bar kept glancing over his shoulder like he was looking for someone.

It was now two minutes to eight according

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