Into the jacuzzi

After cuddling for a while, Julianne gets up. She grabs one of the champagne glasses and walks into the bathroom, curling her finger at you with a sly smile. You're still recovering, so you take your time to get up, as you hear the jacuzzi being turned on.

You take a gulp of the other glass of champagne and proceed into the bathroom. Julianne is already in the water sipping her drink and it comes up to just over her shoulders. The bubbles hide her nudity and her hair is tied in a bun to avoid it getting wet.

She smiles pleasantly and motions for you to join her, which you happily do. There's enough space in the jacuzzi that you can sit opposite her with some gap in between.

"So, John what do you do?" she asks.

"Um, my family runs an auction house," you say. You can't tell her you're a journalist working to expose the escort service, but at least you're not lying.

"Oh. That's interesting."

"Yeah, it is. I get to work with many unique items or value."

"Like those rings on your fingers?"

"Yeah, like these," you wave your hand quickly, then stick it into the water, not wanting to draw her attention to your source of magic. "What do you, I mean, why do you um..." you try to change the subject.

Julianne giggles. "Why am I an escort? Because it pays well and it's not cheap living the life of a celebrity. It's all about appearances. It's crazy how much people are willing to pay to fuck you just because you're famous. You could get a chick way hotter than me for much lesser, you know."

"No way, you're probably the hottest woman around," you say quickly.

"Aw, aren't you sweet," Julianne responds. Suddenly you feel one of her tiny foot rub against your cock as she teases you with her toes.

"So the policewoman thing?"

"Oh, we can keep doing that if you want. But usually I find the roleplay a good icebreaker then we can just be ourselves."

"No, that's fine. It would be kind of weird now that you mention it," you respond. Julianne puts her glass down on the bathroom floor and leans up. You were about to wonder what's she's doing when you feel both her feet on your cock down as Julianne works into a good rhythm of giving you a footjob. From the position of her hands, you assume she's playing with herself, so you sit back and enjoy her nimble feet.

Your eyes are closed when you hear a knock on the door. Both you and Julianne open your eyes at the same time and wonder who it might be.

"Mister Colins?" It's Nala, the woman at the front desk. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have an urgent message for Julianne." Before you can respond, the door opens. Nala must have a master key.

The middle-eastern woman enters the bathroom as though it's normal to walk in on two naked people, and addresses Julianne. "Miss Hough, you have an urgent message. It's about your father."

Immediately, Julianne stands up and you see the concern on her face. Nala grabs a towel, holding it out for Julianne to step into. Julianne looks at you apologetically and says, "Sorry John. I was having a good time, really. But my dad. He's been in the hospital. I've got to go."

"Of course. I hope he's fine," you say, reaching over from the jacuzzi to grab her hand and give it a squeeze. She squeezes your hand back and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before going to get dressed. It doesn't take her long before she's out the door and you're sitting naked in the jacuzzi with Nala standing right there in the bathroom and checking her phone.

After a while, Nala looks up and smiles.

"Sorry about that Mister Colins."

"It's okay I guess. I mean, family's more important than anything."

"Thank you for understanding. This doesn't happen often, so I've been authorized to make it up to you."

"Oh?" you say with your eyebrows raised. You reach out to hold her hand, and she doesn't pull it away. Your cock is still hard from Julianne's footjob and ready to go.

"Yes. Unfortunately we can't provide you a refund, but we've had one cancellation and also another service provider nearby who is available on short notice. Both are priced higher than Miss Hough."

"So I can have either one of them? Who are they? What about you?"

"Normally it's against policy for me to divulge their identities before your first encounter, but I can tell you that one is a supermodel and the other a well known actress," Nala says and then blushes before she continues. "I'm flattered, John. But I'm not a celebrity and I need to manage customer service until the morning.

"That's too bad. Can I have both?" you decide to push your luck.