Chapter 6

　　I've been in the escort business for a few years now and Max has always been one of my favorite clients. He is the kinky C.E.O. of Oupayz, a software solution company that provides a seamless internet payment portal providing merchant solutions for online companies worldwide like never before. It's like the newer, more improved Paypal service. Oupayz made a profit of eight-three and a half billion dollars last year alone, hiking Max's net worth to two hundred and fifty three billion now according to the magazines and the internet articles. He also owns other apps and software solutions that all together netted him another thirteen billion last year, but Max has no wives. He always uses our services.

　　We are a high class and expensive secret escort service for the ultra-elites. I have seen and done everything and these guys, mostly older guys, kinks are strange and nastier than I had imagined they would've ever been. Max is the only client I have that was in his thirties, early thirties in fact, he was only thirty-two and already a multi-billionaire.

　　He always arranges for me to be waiting in his hotel suite when he arrives in town. His rooms are usually top story suites with standing securities in suits and ear-piece plugged into an ear at each door jamb. I've always wanted to ask him if he has any fiancé or lover in his life but never do because of his usually straight to business attitude. He fucks me then I leave. It's the company's policy.

　　Not that I thought this billionaire computer programming genius would be interested in little old me, well not little, I'm a bit on the plump side, I'm the only girl in the service that is of a plus size, but I just wondered about his love life a bit. I've never seen any tabloid about him and a love interest. No pics of him with a skinny model or actress. Yes I do keep up with his life in the tabloids as much as I can. I'm sure that it wasn't just me, a shapely and chubby service girl.

　　The first time I met him the service told me I was to be sitting on the bed fully dressed as I awaited his arrival, which I thought was a little strange. Anyways, I always do what I'm asked. This was a bit new to me sitting here in the air-conditioned hotel room fully clothed. I'm always wearing a sexy, tight and short costume, like a school girl, a teacher, a maid, a waitress, lingerie or naked, but fully clothed is a bit odd. Let's see where this will go, I thought.

　　He walked into the room dressed in a black suit white button up shirt and a black bow-tie. He looked me up and down. I was seated in the middle of the long side of the bed facing the open hotel room-door. My knees were spread open wide apart and the partially see-through material of my thin red skirt gathered crumply between my generous crotch. Underneath, I had on sexy red panties with no crotch.

　　Still holding on to the knob of the door he stood there looking. His blue eyes gazing piercingly into mine instead of between my open legs which was where I thought he would have been gazing. His gaze darted into mine with a dark intent it seemed. Hidden intentions maybe. His stare was sexy yet thickly intimidating. It was almost as if I could feel a heavy weight from his unblinking stare falling on me. Somehow just his darkly ravenous sex-look turned me on and I felt a twitching feeling inside my belly.

　　His greased jet-black hair was long only at the front above his forehead. The back of his hair was groomed, clipped short while the front was not so neat. It had a silky Mohawk bang that hung to his fuzzy and shiny black brows. The sharp bones under his brows were cliffed over his eyes and casted a shadow which was what made his stare even so much more darkly intense. His face was structured with a chiseled jaw and his crotch a huge swelling bulge below his simple Armani belt. Max had a really massive cock by the way.

　　I waited patiently for his orders or for him to say something but he did not. The silence that filled the room was almost as intense as his stare was.

　　Max started unpacking one of his black leather bags, laying things on the dresser in a perfect line as he went. Finally, after a three minute build up, I decided to break the ice. I swallowed then asked,

　　"Is there anything I can do for you?"

　　He gave me another one of his piercing stares for about three long seconds and somehow my heart reacted in my chest. He lowly replied,

　　"You be a good girl and sit."

　　Another three minutes or so went by and finally it seemed like he was almost ready. For what I was not yet sure.

　　He sat on the bed next to me, placed his hand on my thigh just below my skirt where my skin was exposed, and asked

　　"Are you a good girl?"

　　I knew I could be really naughty at times. I replied,

　　"Erm, yes I am. But I can be bad if you . . ." his face tensed, he cut me off and said,

　　"Your response should be 'yes, Sir'." He asked me again, "Are you a good girl?"

　　I give the proper response,

　　"Yes, Sir," and his face relaxed a bit, he seemed pleased.

　　He asked me to stand in front of him while he remained seated on the bed. He unbuckled my heels and removed them one at a time. He put his hands up my skirt but above my panties, grabbed onto my thick waist and then tightly slid his hand around to the small of my back. He glided his hands down to my ample ass. His hands caressing all over the most private parts of my body felt like all I wanted, all I desired, he massaged with authority as if he owned me.

　　He then cupped a substantial amount of the curve that creased on the underside of both my ass cheeks in each of his palms. The underside of my ass felt sensitive to his touch and I jerked a bit. He felt my body jerk and groped on to them firmly, squeezing the right cheek tighter than he did the left. He had a seriously strict stare at me with no smiles but again he looked pleased beneath it all.