to the clock on the back bar. The guy on the other end turned again, but this time he didn't turn back to his drink. I looked to see what had drawn his attention. A tall beautiful blonde was moving across the room toward him. I noticed that several other men in the room had also taken notice.

She was wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket and very tight denim jeans which were tucked into black spike heeled pointy toed boots, decorated with silver studs and chains. The combination of her fair skin, almost white blonde hair, and black clothing made her red lips stand out in an almost surreal manner.

She slid onto a stool next to the guy and he ordered a drink for her. I could feel my cock swelling as I studied the curves of her ass tightly encased in faded denim. I shifted on the bar stool to give my rod some relief. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hi. Are you Fred?"

"I sure am. You must be Sally.'

I thought about shaking her hand, but quickly decided that would be uncool and instead I reached out and took it to help her onto the bar stool. As I took her hand I noticed that she had very long red fingernails. When I released her hand she ran her nails across the back of my hand and a tingly feeling ran through my body. This was accentuated when her hand slid down to my leg, grazing my now fully erect love pole through my trousers before it came to rest near my knee. I realized that Sally knew what she was doing and to others in the lounge we looked like old friends sitting angled toward one another.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked. "I sure do! You're beautiful!"

"Why, thank you," she said, smiling.

I looked into her blue eyes, which were

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made up exactly as I had requested. Big gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears under her long black hair.

Then I felt the toe of her shoe caressing the back of my leg and I looked down at the other, which rested on the foot rail.

What I saw was a red pump, but the pointed toe was covered with gold metal. The lower half of the very high stiletto heel was made of a similar material. A narrow gold chain encircled Sally's slender ankle. My eyes traveled up her black nylon clad leg and I was pleased to see that her very short black leather skirt gave me a glimpse of her tanned thigh above her stockings, which were suspended by red and black ribbons of elastic.

A red silk blouse was buttoned so that her cleavage was just visible and a gold neck chain flowed toward the space defined by her wonderful tits. A stylish black leather blazer was a sexy concession to the cool Spring evening.

"Would you like a drink, or would you prefer to go into the dining room and have one with dinner?"

"I'd just like a glass of white wine. I'd already eaten when I got the call."

I ordered the wine and wondered how direct I should be. Sally solved my problem. "You know," she said, "Some guys like to take pictures of their fantasy girl as sort of a souvenir. Would you like to do that? I've got a Polaroid out in my car. We could go up to your room."

"Yeah, that sounds good to me. How about if I buy a bottle of wine and take it to the room with us?"

"Party time, eh? Well, parties cost a little extra."

"How much extra?"

"Forty bucks an hour, the first forty in advance."

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