DING

I hold her elevator door once more. The hostess walks through the door. Calm cool composure. And...four district red hand prints marks her fine, fine, fine ass.

Hostess: “This is our private party room. The room will be $2500 per hour.”

We walk into a room filled with 3 large leather couch, fake candle lighting, with a stripper pole at the center. At the end there is a small bar.

Hostess: “Over here is the private bar. It includes a $500 bar tab."

The hostess walks to the bar. I smile looking at my handy work. Her ass is like two red cherries. I smile.

The hostess grabs two more glasses and a unopened bottle of Johnny Walker Blue.

Hostess: “Johnny Blue?

Me: “Thank you.”

Hostess: “That’s…”

Me: “One hundred. Just put it on my tab. Just bring the bottle and your cherry butt over here.”

As the hostess approaches, I sit down and admire her mature but still beautiful front. She stops in front of me and leans down in front of me giving me a prefect view of her assets. She sets down the glasses and fills both with a shot of the blue label scotch-whiskey. We each take a glass. I raise my glass.

Me: “A toast. To your gorgeous red ass.”

She smiles. Then she sees the five rolls on each of my fingers. The hostess grabs the nearly full bottle of Johnny Walker blue and in an unlady-like manner she chugs half of it. She grabs the five rolls worth $5,000. She gets on her knees and lays her chest down on my lap. She presses her tits against my cock. The soft flesh cause my cock to react and harden.

Hostess: “How about playing with my tits for 2 hours?”

Her grinds her tits against my cock doing a good job of swaying me.

Me: “Ah….It does feel good…”