Do you really have to ask?

Sam answered by quickly asking for the check and filling in his room number. He took Vixen by the hand and they walked to the elevator. He felt the eyes of the hotel bar on him, but when he glanced around, he realized everyone was too busy with their own lives to care much about them. He closed his eyes and calmed himself as they entered the elevator. Inserting the keycard, he punched the button for the top floor, and it was just the two of them.

Vixen moved to face him, and slid her arms around his waist. She pushed her body up against his and kissed him for the second time, her tongue opening his lips. She felt him respond more eagerly, his hand feeling the skin of her back through the thin straps of her backless dress, his tongue tangling with hers, his body heat rising. As they broke the kiss, she opened her eyes, looking into his, and bit her bottom lip.

"I'm really glad you found me, Mr. Powers," she breathed.

Sam's cock was at attention now, uncomfortable straining the zipper of his slacks, as the elevator dinged on their arrival. Vixen giggled and pulled him out of the elevator. He couldn't help but smile, too, and pulled her to their suite.

The door opened into a small anteroom, but just beyond was a glittering view of New York City at night from on high. Vixen hadn't expected this and slowly sauntered toward the large sliding glass door to the balcony. "This view is... incredible," she sighed.

Sam's vision was focused on the stunning creature in front of him. Feeling bolder, he walked up to her and pressed his body against her back. "Not as incredible as you." It was corny, yes, but she liked it anyway... it meant he was relaxing.

"I have something special for you," she held up her bag. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to freshen up a bit."

He smiled as she walked to the large, luxurious bathroom and closed the door behind her. Inside, Vixen quickly counted the money, and texted her friend to let her know she was safe. She took off her dress and underwear, carefully folding it into her bag. Noticing the bidet, she took the opportunity to freshen her cleanly shaved pussy.

In the bedroom, Sam took off his sport coat, folded it, and slung it over an armchair. He debated what to do next, but chose to take off his tie, and unbutton the top button of his shirt... something to feel more relaxed. He sat down on the sofa opposite the bed, and felt his heart quicken as he thought of Jennifer. She was off in Vegas, probably gambling, getting drunk, telling stories with her girlfriends... and he was here. But then his mind went back to the strip club, that feeling of freedom, release, that he could breathe.

As his mind swirled, the bathroom door slid open and Vixen walked out, still in her heels, but now wearing the exact same lingerie he had seen in the photo except in black instead of white. Looking back on this moment later, Sam would've liked to say he still felt guilty about his impending actions, but the truth was that all thoughts of Jennifer fled from his mind, as his enormous cock swelled with desire.

Vixen twirled, smiling, her bright green eyes flashing at him. "Do you like it, Mr. Powers?" she asked coyly.

Sam stood up and pulled her to him, kissing her with an incredible hunger. Vixen moaned into his mouth and slid her hands over his back and around to his chest. She began unbuttoning his shirt, and her fingers on his skin felt like sparks. She could see that he was not in the best shape, but clearly had been an athlete, at one time, maybe in college, and there were powerful muscles hidden in there. The thought turned her on, and made her even wetter than when she was putting on the lingerie, something that always made her feel sexy and desirable.

She shirked his shirt off his shoulders, and the kiss broke. His dark blue eyes shimmered with desire, as Vixen began to undo his belt and pants, her nimble fingers making short work of it. She lowered herself to her knees as she pulled his pants down, and felt herself gasp, a first in her line of work, she saw the bulge inside his boxer briefs.

Sam knew this was the moment of truth... every woman he'd been with had been some amount of turned away by the size of his cock, but that's why he'd wanted to see a professional.

Vixen stroked his cock through the fabric of his underwear, and he groaned quietly at the feeling of her slender fingers. She pulled the elastic band out, her hand inside, and pulled out by far the biggest cock she had ever seen. She looked up at him, making eye contact, and licked her lips.

"Looks like I'm a lucky girl, Mr. Powers," and she circled her tongue around the head of his cock before engulfing it between her lips.

Sam felt weak in the knees and almost collapsed, but it was as if his cock was glued to this gorgeous escort's lips. While this was definitely the biggest cock Vixen had yet encountered, she'd dealt with some larger men, and prided herself on her professionalism. She worked it as best she could, her moist lips providing pressure sliding up and down his meat while her tongue circled the sensitive area just below the head. She knew better than to try and deep throat him--it would **** her easily, but she used her spit to glisten his shaft and worked her two hands up and down while she took his cock about halfway into her mouth. It was hard work, but satisfying, and she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter at the thought of how she had this powerful man in the palm of her hand.

It was the greatest blowjob Sam could possibly imagine, and he would never experience another like it. It wasn't long before he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. He stroked Vixen's hair and groaned, "I'm going to... cum... if you keep doing that..."

She pulled off his cock with a loud pop, and he moaned further. She kept her hands on his shaft without moving them. "Do you want to cum for me, Mr. Powers?"