Chapter 3

“You look beautiful,” Renate finally spoke.

“Thank you,” I laid the bra across the bar, “this has been an unusual night.”

“I was ad libbing it as you say here,” she put the drink down, “it has been an interesting night for me as well.”

“So, what would sex involve?” I arranged myself on the stool, “I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never done it with a woman before.”

“Like to try? I’ve got the same equipment as you.”

Even so I still felt nervous as I regarded the money.

“Why?” I eventually asked, “I know it’s not money you actually earned but you did win it, so why spend it on a night with me?”

“I told you what I do for a living?”

“The truth is that my job bothers me. I know what happens when I submit my report. A company will probably decide to cut costs and by costs I mean staff. I have thought now and then what it would be like to just hand some money to someone in exchange for some small thing.”

She studied the piles of money and managed a grimace.

“To tell the truth if I was to show remorse I would use my own money but here we are with piles of cash and you are naked,” she looked at me.

“Would you like the money? This is only for one night. By this time tomorrow I will be in Frankfurt and you will be home or out working.”

They say that when you see a chance and it was with a sense of excitement tinged with fear that I reached out and pulled the money towards me. Renate watched me do it and finally slid off the stool and nodded at me.

“Go upstairs and turn right, go down the hallway to the door at the end. I have to take a piss, you can bring your clothes and the money as well.”

Renate’s bedroom was furnished in a late Georgian style but there were some modern additions to the furnishings like dimmers for the lights, a fifty inch television screen on the wall, and a computer and printer on a desk. The bed was one of those four poster beds with muslin drapes and posts that had Maori designs carved into them. I put my clothes on a nearby chair and laid down on the bed to await her arrival. My heart was fluttering and I tried to steady my nerves by focusing on a painting of a woman standing side on to the artist. The dress she wore had come over one shoulder and she was holding it in front of her breasts, to leave you with the impression she was either dressing or undressing. Renate stepped into the room a few minutes later and I looked across as she shut the door and walked to a small table near the television.

“You would like music?”

The screen flickered to life a few moments later and Renate navigated her way to Spotify and she selected a playlist and then she moved towards the bed. I watched her undo the three belts in the front of her dress, but as she parted the drapes I sat up and inched forward as she knelt in front of me on the bed.

“Allow me,” I pulled on the zipper and began to unzip her dress.

Renate watched me unzipping the dress and when I finally parted it she shrugged it off and let it fall to the bed. She moved closer and straddled me as she leaned in closer until her mouth was inches from mine and then I felt her softness pressing against my lips. The generous ruffles on her blouse brushed over my naked body and I resisted for a very brief moment and then gave into her. She forced my mouth apart, working my lips slowly and methodically as I put my hands on her breasts, she was larger than me. Renate groaned as she pulled back and started to unbutton her blouse. The satin garment parted to reveal a red red balconette bra that barely held her breasts in place. She let the blouse fall down her back and then pushed me back against the pillows.

I hit them with a soft plop and Renate moved over on top of me. I was now pinned beneath her and I instinctively grabbed her buttocks, feeling her shiver as I got a firm grip and then she was kissing me on the mouth and throat. Her soft, sucking kisses became more erotic, if that was at all possible and she moved down to my breasts. My nipple disappeared into her mouth as she drew it up and sucked on it. I moaned with pleasure as she kept working my breasts, while she sucked one nipple she was playing with my other breast until finally my breathing changed pace, becoming more ragged and intense.

Renate took her cue and moved down over my belly, her tongue flickered over my navel and after a few minutes she reached my pussy. A wet tongue pressed against my softness, testing my resolve and then it slipped down over my labia and I whimpered as she reached my opening. She continued down to my perineum and then moved back up to my clitoral hood.

It was a slow and ecstatic dance. She brought me higher with each pass until I was shaking and begging for release and then she went to work on my clitoris as she slipped a finger inside me that seemed to take on a life all its own. The finger became two at some point but by then I was lost in a frantic world of half remembered memories. I was trying to remember the last time someone had gone down on me. He was not even in her league.

The session became more intense when my clitoris finally appeared and her tongue circled it, teasing it with light flickers and then pressing hard against it as she kept sliding her fingers in and out with a come hither motion that had me pushing myself into her. I saw spots before my eyes for a brief moment and then I was coming apart at the seams as the orgasm began. It was one of those long drawn out orgasms that had me thinking I really had gone over the edge but eventually I came down to find her sitting back on her haunches with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Hmm, mm,” I smiled, “that wasn’t faked.”

“I know the difference between fake and real,” she undid her bra and let it fall downwards.

I propped on my elbows as she removed her panties and stockings. Unlike me, she shaved down there and I sat up and kissed her again on the mouth, suddenly aware that I was actually tasting myself on her lips.

“Lie down,” I murmured, “this might take some time.”

“Take your time,” she spread her legs, “there is a dildo in the top drawer.”

The dildo was one of those big black ones and it slid inside her with a little work and for the first time in my life I went down on a woman. It was an interesting experience to say the least. She had a unique taste and smell to her pussy, something I still can’t describe accurately. I know that this part was much easier than I expected. I knew where to go harder and where to ease off. Her clitoris was extra sensitive but she still wanted me to work the delicate little organ. Every time I licked it she wriggled beneath me and panted heavily, which began to excite me. For the first time in years I felt like I was in control.

When Renate eventually came it was with a series of short pants and then she started speaking in French. I recognised some words but the rest was lost on me because I’ve always known high school French but sex is a universal language and I didn’t need to be fluent in French to know she was having an orgasm.

She came to not long after and smiled at me.

“The customer is satisfied.”

I think most stories deserve an epilogue and this one is no different so here it is out there and proud, more or less.

I spent the night at Renate’s house and took her to the airport. Her behaviour towards me in the aftermath of our dramatic encounter was markedly different. Granted she wasn’t cool and detached but neither was she all over me. She seemed to be focusing on something else in the back. I did notice she had a tablet in her hand though, so I just assumed it was work related. At the airport she tipped me a mere twenty pounds and briefly shook my hand.

“Until we meet again.”

It was a mysterious greeting that could be taken as a casual throwaway line or a promise. I went back to the depot but there were no other clients that day. My supervisor handed me a USB flash drive in an envelope.

“Take this to Masha and go home.”

I’ve never been to Masha’s penthouse suite. When she interviewed me it was at the office. I had to be escorted in the lift to the top floor by one of her people, she’s quite private although she seemed quite affable to me the day she interviewed me.

Masha was sitting on the balcony looking out over London when I was ushered in. I handed her the USB stick and she inserted it into a tablet while I took the seat she offered me, but I refused the drink though.

“How long have you been with us?” Masha stared at the screen.

I told her and she merely nodded and tapped the screen.

“Have you ever been asked to share a bed with a client?”

“Are you sure?” Masha’s finger hovered over the screen.

It was only then I realised what I’d delivered and why Renate seemed so busy on the way to the airport.

“Having sex,” she turned the tablet around to display a shot of me walking into her bedroom stark naked and holding my clothes.

“But you didn’t lie to me,” Renate placed the tablet on her lap, “so this leaves me with one of two options. I can either put this down to a one off, it happens more often than you think or I can make you an offer.”

“I can upgrade your employee rank to platinum. As a platinum driver you would be able to offer other services. My cut is twenty percent, but the rest is yours to keep, it is probably best to put the money into something like your studies or invest it.”

I shifted in my seat.

“Do you have a preference for men or women?”

“Men on a personal level but if I was doing this for a job then it would be women.”

“A wise choice, perhaps,” Masha regarded me for a moment or two. “You would get less clients but I understand your motivations, men are shits when it comes to sex, I am into women by choice,” she tapped the tablet a couple of times and removed the USB stick.

“When I get a request for platinum service I will send you a text. You pick up the car as normal and go to the client. She may take you for dinner and if that is the case she will often supply the outfit, some will let you keep the outfit but do not count on it. You discuss her needs and come to your own agreement, what happens between you and her is none of my business.”

She picked up a phone and tapped the screen.

“I am sending you a number to save to your contact list. If you are worried or in trouble, call the number and my security will deal with it, in your case I do not think you will need it. The men are the worst ones, but women are easier when it comes to this kind of work.”

I received the number and did as she requested.

“For now,” she put the phone down, “you earned a lot of money last night. Your next job will pay a lot less but I have a standard rate of five hundred pounds for two hours, it goes up fifty pounds for every hour. For that kind of money the client wants satisfaction, do you think you can handle it?”

My reply was a little too quick but to be honest I was overwhelmed. We talked some more and she ran me through some of the dos and don’ts, and there are plenty of them. Some thirty minutes later I emerged from the hotel with my handbag bulging with cash.

So now I was a Platinum Driver, I’ll not only drive you home I’ll take you to heaven.