Introduction: Good personnel assistants are hard to find.
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I sat up at the edge of the bed still naked. I rubbed my sleep filled eyes waiting for them to adjust to the attack of the morning sun. Why don’t hotels have curtains that fully black out the windows? I was starting to calculate the possible monetary reasons when I figured it was too late to matter now. I was awake an hour earlier than I desired but, awake none the less. Why I chose to go out Monday night was beyond me. Luckily, there was nothing pressing to hurry me on my way.
I stood and glanced over at the other side of the bed. I smiled while admiring the naked beauty half cover in sheets and sound asleep. She had covered her eyes with one of the extra pillows. Smart girl, I should have thought of that. Her red curls stuck out from under the pillow. They were no longer as tidy as they were when the night began. I wondered if it was her true color. I really loved red hair. I always felt it made a woman look alive and happy but, allowed them to remain intelligent. Blond hair made them look dippy. Brunettes leaned toward the mean side. I knew hair didn’t dictate personality but, that didn’t matter. This redhead was paid for and last night she was alive, happy and seemed so intelligent.
I briefly thought of waking her up for a quicky. Hell, she cost enough and I was sure she would indulge me. But, then, I knew my limits. I wanted to see her again. She was fresh to me and I could quickly bore myself if I over indulge. Watching her sleep was nice. She looked so lovely and peaceful. If I had her again this morning, that image would be altered and I would begin to know her too well. It was best that I just showered and began my day.
I walked into the large bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. My light brown hair was going in every direction and refused to conform to my natural part. I must have been tossing in my sleep. My forty year old body was starting to show signs of ware. I have put on few pounds, nothing obnoxious I thought but, more than I should be carrying. But, what did it matter. I was an average looking guy of average height with an average dick. I had long convinced myself that I wasn’t below average and no one was ever rude enough to disagree.
Luckily, I had a way above average wallet. I had more money than I could spend in 2 lifetimes and no family breathing down my neck for handouts. I liked it that way. I didn’t want to depend on anyone and I really hated having to depend on anyone else. With my wealth, many women had tried to latch on. They all bored me in time. I finally admitted to myself that I was incapable of love. Lust, on the other hand, was an emotion I felt very strongly about. I did enjoy sex and I could afford to enjoy it alot. I always knew exactly where I stood with a prostitute. It was a business transaction and I understood business. No emotional entanglements to screw up my enjoyment.
I hopped into the shower as soon as it was warm enough. I could still smell the redhead on my skin and it brought a smile to my face. I knew I would see her at least once more. My cock began to show some activity as I remembered back to last nights activities. I ignored it knowing it would keep me excited until my next date with the redhead. I washed until I could no longer smell the fantasy.
I dried off and hauled my naked body back into the main room. Darla, at least that was her working name, was sitting up rubbing her eyes. No one is immune to the vicious morning sun. She smiled when she saw me.
“You were quite the animal last night,” she said sweetly as she attempted to straighten her hair. “Been awhile for you hon?”.
Damn, she called me hon. I hate when they do that. It always reminds me of an old waitress and there is nothing exciting about that. “Nope, it’s your red hair. It is my achilles heal when it comes to women.” I tried to let the ‘hon’ pass and gave her a genuine smile.
“It was a little dark last night but, I am all natural,” she said as she slid the sheet off her torso to reveal a small patch of beautiful trimmed red hair just above her pussy. She was smiling as she glanced down, obviously proud of her main asset. “Sure you don’t want to cuddle a bit before you take off sweety?”
‘Sweety’ was bit better than ‘hon’. It was more endearing and I liked the fantasy that she cared. “You were fantastic last night Darla,” I needed to get out of there before she called me ‘hon’ again, “I have appointments to keep and all good things must come to an end.” I knew she was inwardly happy that she didn’t have to perform again. She got paid the same either way. I was glad she asked. It showed a work ethic and waiting till after I showered showed intelligence. I was inwardly proud of her. I knew I wanted to see her again so I made sure she was available.
“The room is paid until tomorrow. Help yourself to room service or the spa. They know where to send the bill.” I smiled as I began to put on last nights clothes. “I understand they have a wonderful pool and jacuzzi. Ask Rick, the concierge, if you want to partake and he will get you a swimsuit.” She seemed a little surprised with my gifts. I loved giving large tips to people who weren’t used to them. “There’s $3, 000 in the envelope on the nightstand,” I continued, “$1, 000 for last night, $1, 000 because you were wonderful and another to make sure you’re free this Friday.” I ended with a ‘I do this all the time’ tone.
Darla sat up straight and her gorgeous breasts did a little dance for me. Very lovely I thought. “Of course I’m available,” she said with new found enthusiasm, “I am available any time you need me.”
“Good, we can meet at McDewitts Friday, let’s say around six,” I was happily committed, “we’ll get a bite to eat, you can laugh at my dancing and then we can cuddle the night away.”
“That sounds wonderful. I’ll wear something that accents my hair.” Yes, she was a smart woman. She might just make it to a third date.
I finished dressing and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You have fun today, the spa is supposed to be fantastic. Rick will get you a car tomorrow when you’re ready to leave.”
“Thanks Robert, I will make sure we have a great time on Friday.” Her face was all a glow as I exited the room. I left instructions with Rick that Darla was to be pampered and slipped him a $100 for his troubles. He pocketed it quickly while informing me that all his guests get pampered. I smiled and he winked as he picked up the phone to clear some time at the spa.
I was happy driving home. I knew it wouldn’t last but, for now I was blissfully unaware of the problems of the world. Unencumbered sex did that for me. It was also pleasurable to reward Darla with much more than she expected. She never said thank you which, impressed me. She just stated that she would work harder making the next date more pleasurable. That was business, I made sure I got what I wanted and she profited well by delivering. No commitments beyond the transaction. Perfect as far as I was concerned.
My home was empty of course. It usually was. It could house a family of ten comfortably but, it only held me. I bought it because I could. It had an indoor pool, fully accessorised exercise room, rec room with a fully stocked bar, kitchen and baths that any woman would die for and more closet space than anyone had a right to fill. It was built by someone with a lot more taste than I. The tile and wood accents were obviously chosen by a designer. It was perfect, except when it needed to be cleaned.