Momentary distraction, then back to her place

You're about to admit to nothing more when you hear a woman shouting somewhere behind you. Turning, you see a lovely blonde get up from a booth and throw her drink in her companion's face. Unfortunately for him, it's hot coffee. Unfortunately for you, it's your supervisor, and he's wearing his "lucky" shirt. This does not bode well for you or Sarah come Monday, so you both try not to make yourselves known as he storms out in pain and embarrassment.

A few moments later, the woman comes out of the ladies' room and makes her way toward the exit. As she passes, you finally recognize her - the very same escort you'd been considering for the past few weeks. Sarah's eyes open wide as she walks by.

"I know her," she says. "She lives in my building, just down the hall from my place." A coincidence, you think, but an interesting one. The two of you finish your meal and have another round of drinks, putting the disturbance behind you. When you pay up, Sarah tries to stand. She's too drunk to get home on her own, but sober enough to realize it. Fortunately, she walked here and you have a car. She leans on you for more than a few steps as you help her out.

Her building isn't far, as she'd said, and the elevator works here. You laugh inwardly at that little detail. When the doors open on Sarah's floor, you see the blonde from earlier going into an apartment. Her face is red and puffy and the door closes quickly behind her before either of you can ask if she's alright.

Sarah's door sticks for a moment, but opens into a surprisingly large space. The couch and chairs in the living room are large and look very comfortable, and the kitchen that opens into it looks twice the size of your own. You have to admit to a bit of jealousy as you take it in.

"Hey, you mind putting some coffee on?" she asks, finally taking her weight off your side. "I need to go take care of something." She moves off toward the open bathroom door. You head toward the kitchen and get the coffee going, and have enough for a single mug by the time she comes back out.

You nearly drop the mug, and you're sure it would have bounced off your crotch-tent if you had - Sarah comes out completely naked. She looks completely in control and confident... and sober. Her breasts jiggle pleasantly with each step. Her pussy is hairless, and a tiny reflection of light draws your eye toward the single piece of jewelry down there. She steps close, but puts her hands on yours and keeps them at your sides.

"I told you I'd been petting the kitty all afternoon. Won't you feed the kitty for me?" Her voice pours into your ear and breaks down any remaining reservations you might have had about tonight. She presses her mouth to yours, straining your stamina and nearly setting off your orgasm just by her tongue against yours alone.