Nervous, excited, horny

Sam checked himself in the mirror in the hotel's bathroom, fixing his collar a little. He was wearing work clothes, but on the advice of his brother he'd showered and changed into clean clothes before the meeting. Still, he could hear his heart thumping in his chest as he smoothed his sport coat.

Jennifer was all the way out in Vegas for a bachelorette party for one of her college friends. On her way out she made sure to mention how much longer Sam and her had been engaged already, waiting to set an official date. Sam had done his best to ignore her, and the irritation her complaints created in him only steeled his resolve to follow through on this meeting with Vixen.

He walked out of the bathroom at the same time as Vixen walked in the front door of the hotel bar. He could've sworn that every head turned at the incredible beauty that graced their presence, but maybe it was just his imagination. Her pictures did not do her justice... able to see her face now, he could not imagine why she wasn't an actress, or model, or even a goddess. She was already tall at 5’8", and her short heels added another couple inches, and highlighted the toned calves striding through the slit on the side of her form-fitting black cocktail dress. Her bright green eyes scanned the bar quickly, and at the moment of recognition she flashed a beaming smile at Sam which simultaneously made him proud and terrified.

For Vixen, Sam was a pleasant surprise. At 24, she'd been in the business for 2 years, ever since she graduated college. She was lucky, in that she chose this career by choice, to help fund her graduate training, and because she had always worked in the VIP side, never having to worry too much about her health or safety. However, most of the VIP clients were... on the older side. 50s or 60s, married, often with at least a bit of paunch--not people she would normally find attractive, though she did enjoy older men. Sam, on the other hand, was fairly young, at 30, and though he didn't look like a gym rat, his physique filled out his expensive clothes nicely, with broad shoulders tapering to a relatively narrow waist. His sky blue eyes were bright and inviting, and though he returned her smile, she could tell by the tension in his hands and shoulders that he was nervous.

She decided the best method was to push past any walls he had immediately, so before he could react she had wrapped her arms around him in a hug. His body, stiff at first, melted into her lithe form and he returned the hug. She could feel his weight, his warmth pressed against her and cooed a little into his ear, "It's so nice to meet you at last, Sam." And again, before he could react, she pulled her face back and pressed her lips to his.

Sam returned this unexpected kiss like a starving man who has walked into a feast, pressing his lips more firmly to hers, and parting his lips slightly at her invitation. Her tongue flicked gently against his lips, and Vixen felt his cock already start to stiffen. She pulled back completely, not wanting to overwhelm him and the two sat at the bar next to each other.

As Vixen ordered herself a drink, a glass of chardonnay, Sam ordered a bourbon on the rocks and studiously left the envelope on the bar, as per his brother's instructions. Vixen smiled and scooped the envelope into her handbag, not bothering to check at this moment, trusting that her 2-hour fee of $2700 in cash was represented. At that moment, Sam knew there was no turning back, and he felt exhilarated.