'Cote Loire,' he told the driver keeping his eyes on Toni and his hands in his lap.
'So what part of Texas do you hail from Duane?' Toni asked, knowing full well that if she said Mr. Sholes he would tell her to call him Duane.
'Dallas!' he declared and Toni half expected him to add 'Smile when you say that'.
'I suppose everyone here in New York must ask I you if you're in oil…'
'Well young lady, those that don't know me do tend to ask that question a lot. The minute they hear that Texas accent they figure he's in oil or he's punchin' cows and even if you just own one little ole gas station that's what they want to hear. The fact is my line of work is electrical transmission systems. I've got four plants that supply the United States government as well as private corporations with the parts that make everything from egg beaters to satellites in outer space keep runnin' smooth and pretty. Why we're into a lot of very complex things but to tell you the truth I think if I talked about it anymore you'd just be bored stiff.'
'Oh no really, I mean that's an interesting business and it sounds like one that's important. Are you here on business or pleasure?'
'Business mixed with pleasure,' he added with his eyes receding into the mass of crows feet that pecked and framed the side of his head, his teeth flashing crazily in the darkened limousine.
'Well that's the only way to do it,' Toni returned the look, her eyes not wavering for an instant.
Sitting there in the comfortable womb of the car Toni thought to herself how easy it was, how well she was pulling the whole thing off. She knew he wasn't going to ask her what she did because he obviously figured she was a high class call girl and tonight that's what she intended to be. No use farting around. She had to come up with some scratch and fast. Her mind ticking away like an adding machine told her to hit him for a hundred and on top of her fee he would probably tip her generously. If he wanted her to stay the night it would be double.
He must have been a frequent client at the French restaurant for they walked in without a reservation and after the kitchen's closing time yet they bowed him in and brushed aside his apologies for coming at such an ungodly hour. There were only a scattering of couples at the tables and they were seated against a wall where they could take in the entire dining room.
The fact that Toni had eaten a huge meal less than three hours ago had nothing to do with the state of her appetite right now. When she flipped open the menu with its bewildering offerings in French with English subtitles she knew she couldn't be bothered to ask for explanations so she snapped it shut and said 'I'll let you order for me,' as if she did this all the time, just like in the movies. He did.
Over desert, coffee and Brandy, through the haze of his dollar cigar, after two cocktails, a bottle of wine and a heavy meal that went down nicely, Duane Sholes decided in his laconic way it was time to get down to business. His large, weather beaten hand found its way under the table and onto Toni's thigh with a light little squeeze. Toni reached under the table and patted his beefy paw, returning the compliment. 'I think it would be a good idea if we retired to my suite as soon as you're finished,' Duane suggested and Toni told him that she could hardly wait. In a way she couldn't.
On the way back in the limousine she said, 'It's not very elegant to discuss such matters but my fee is a hundred dollars,' without batting an eyelash.
'Of course. Agreed and my pleasure.'
'It will be,' she added, turned on by the way it was all going just like she thought it would.
Back at the Pierre in Duane Sholes' suite on the tenth floor facing Central Park looking out onto the fountain in front of the Plaza, smoking a cigarette while Duane relieved himself in the bathroom Toni thought 'He's old enough to be my father,' and then didn't think about it anymore. When she turned around there was a one hundred dollar bill smiling at her on the bedside table and Duane was pulling off his boots with a bit of difficulty. Toni dropped her skirt and took off her blouse and moved to the bed and said 'Here, let me help you with those.' She turned her back to him and slid his boot between her bi-kinied legs and pulled hard.
She knew that the sight of her like that would really get him going. It did. She eased him out of his other boot and started undoing his belt buckle with the silver longhorn steer's head and the real diamond eyes and pulled him to his feet. She could see a powerful bulge straining to break free from his pants as they dropped to the floor and she reached for his underpants and in the same motion pulled them down to his knees and attached her mouth to his cock without any further ado.
She liked doing it this way. She felt good sitting down while the man stood up looking down at her suck his cock. This way she could get a good mouth action going as well as the flow of blood. Duane was delighted with Toni's style. He slipped out of his jacket and flung it over his shoulder and then went for the buttons on his shirt but before he hit the last one he had to reach down and grab the back of Toni's head for support because she was sucking his equilibrium right out of him.
His cock wasn't as big as the sailor's but it was thicker and that's what she liked. She could tell that at any moment she would have to let him get off his feet but she stretched it out for a few seconds more, blowing kisses at the inflamed, stiffened head of his prick. She leaned back and unsnapped her bra and rolled back onto the bed and patted it saying, 'Come here and lie down,' before slipping out of her underpants with the yellow floral design. He was standing there weaving back and forth with his undershirt hiked up over his belly button, his cock like the branch of a tree jutting straight out.
He dropped onto his knees and reached for the puff of dark wool between Toni's legs at the same instant she reached out and grabbed hold of his prick and squeezed it. She twisted it from left to right like she was cranking up a model T and by the map of his face she could tell he liked the way she was going about her business. Though Duane Sholes didn't turn Toni on sexually at least he didn't turn her off. The minute her mouth latched onto his cock and her eyes closed she started sucking and all thoughts that were tinged with apprehension vanished. Toni was not regretting her first evening in New York, Last year on the school trip to New York the bus had passed the Pierre on the way down from the afternoon's outing at the Metropolitan Museum and Toni saw all the well dressed men and mink clad ladies streaming from the hotel and diving into limousines and it didn't take much figuring to realize that this was one of the places the money stayed when it visited the big apple. Toni's shrewd mind singled the Pierre out as a good place to know. A few inquiries later she had a list of all the top hotels in the city totally excluding the high priced convention hotels that had pretensions towards being Class A residences.
Toni always had been motivated by a feeling that there wasn't a great deal of time in life to do everything that had to be done. This feeling that turned into a compulsion was unusual for such a young girl but it was the thing that awakened her to the truth that indeed there isn't very much time, brother. She wasn't wasting any of it right now that was for sure.
She had Duane Sholes stretched out on the bed with his cock flaring towards the ceiling and she leaned back on her thighs and stroked him slow and easy, taking her time, showing him she was no fifteen minute in-and-out trollop. She figured if she played her cards right she would get a lot of mileage out of this geezer. She had worked it out through movies she had seen and novels she had read, that even a hundred buck hooker with a nice body didn't give more than she absolutely had to and as understandable as that was she was going to do things a little differently and see what came of it.
'Oh honey that feels sooo nice,' Duane;ed as Toni alternated between sucking his cock in hot, strong gulps and jerking him off almost as well as he would jerk himself off if she wasn't there. She teased his thighs with long sensual strokes, moving from his balls down to his ankles, licking at his belly button and his balls with the wide, pink spatula of her tongue.
'Never saw a tongue like that,' Duane reminded himself when he saw it flop out of Toni's mouth just before it caressed his rock hard root and washed it around with a bobbing weave of her head.
He was really surprised when Toni said, 'Would you like me to make you a drink before I make you come?' He wanted to say yes and he wanted to say no and he settled on Bourbon on the rocks. 'Now don't touch that thing 'til I get back,' Toni intoned and padding over to the bar. His eyes were glued to her ass and he was astounded at the evening's catch. None of those hard bitches he fucked in the past on his way through New York or Chicago or D.C. ever carried on like this one. It was like having a real life lover.
When she handed him the glass she bent down and sucked his cock back into her mouth bringing it out of its midway droop back to full status. 'Oooohhh!' he groaned between gulps of Bourbon. Toni passed her nails as lightly as she could manage over his balls and he shuddered in reply. At the same time she sucked and slurped at him in an attempt to bring him to orgasm whether he wanted to come or not. She won. He blew his wad into her mouth in one long blast followed by a shorter spurt that didn't catch her by surprise. She swallowed him down and looked up to see how he had liked it. He loved it.
