Piya in a new outfit.

I throw open the door and am surprised to see Piya standing there in front of me in a completely different set of clothes from what she’d been wearing before. She’s dressed in a knee-length tan coloured jacket that is belted up at the front. I can make out sheer black stockings and black stilettoes with a 4-inch heel. Piya has entirely redone her cosmetics too. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her with such heavy makeup on. The effect is strange but altogether alluring. Her eyes are painted with dark shadows around her eyes, contouring and blush adorn her cheeks and her lips look truly succulent in cherry red lipstick.

I’m unsure why she didn’t just let herself into our room and go to say, “hey, wh…,” when Piya cuts me off.

“Hi, I’m Bambi. The agency sent me,” she says with a purr to her voice.

“Umm, what’s going on?” I ask.

Piya turns her head ever so slightly and flashes the whites of her eyes at me.

“The ‘Agency…’ sent me,” Piya reemphasises at me at the same time as she opens the front of her trench coat style jacket revealing the most incredible black lacey lingerie set. Piya’s breasts are pushed up to the ceiling in a small demi-cup bra but it is the stockings and garter belt that most catch my eye. God, I hope that’s a G-string she’s wearing I think to myself quickly as my mind catches up with what’s going on and completes the picture in my head.

“Oh, sure! Come on in… Bambi,” I say, trying to recall what name Piya had given herself.

Piya or Bambi in this case struts into the room with the swinging sultry walk of what she imagines a high-class call girl would have.

“Tall, long hair, Asian is what you wanted right?” my playful girlfriend asks me.

“Well Asian’s aren’t really my thing,” I reply cheekily which earns me a quick short jab in the ribs.

I laugh and go to put my hands on her waist to kiss her an apology.

“Ahh-arr,” Piya tuts at me, “no kissing the ‘Johns’,” continuing with the scenario.

Piya taking control pushes me firmly away from her so that I take a step backwards, my heels making contact with our bed as I’m **** to sit down.

“So, what are your rates, Bambi?” I ask, continuing with the roleplay Piya has started, in for a penny, in for a pound as they say.

I see Piya’s pupils dart to the corner of her eyelids as she makes up some numbers on the spot, “Three hundred for an hour, but if you're going to want me all night it's two thousand…”

“I’m definitely going to want you all night,” I say.

“I thought you would.”

Our negotiations concluded, Piya’s hands once again go to the drawstring belt of her jacket as she sets her feet just wider than shoulder-width apart. She begins to gently roll her hips in a smooth seductive dance as she starts to undo her belt ever so slowly. My eyes transfixed as the folds of the coat come apart and I’m staring directly at her taut stomach. My eyes inline with her belly button. With the trench coat open to me, Piya steps towards me and places her stilettoed feet on either side of my legs. She undulates her hips and pelvis towards me as she starts to slide her jacket from her shoulders. It's halfway down her body when she quickly whips the thing off and tosses it over my face, covering my eyes as she steps away from me.

Facing away from me, I can see Piya’s G-string doing its best impression of dental floss as hers smooth tight bronzed cheeks swallow up the minuscule string of fabric. Piya sets her hands against the television cabinet in front of the bed and starts to move her gorgeous arse for me. I’m in awe as Piya practically folds herself in half as she drops her head so that she is practically touching her toes with her forehead. Her gorgeous bum unfolding like an orchard and I see the line of her G-string perfectly covering the tight slit of her pussy. While I can’t see the entrance to her heaven, I can make out the lips either side and they are looking deliciously ripe and succulent. I would happily lay a lot of money down that this act of roleplay and striptease has gotten Piya very turned on and exceedingly aroused. The few days of denial before our trip wouldn’t have helped either.

Coming back towards me, Piya reaches out a hand towards me saying, "now I'm going to need you to stand up," as she takes my hand and pulls me back onto my feet. The erection her dancing has caused entirely too obvious now that I've stood up.