High profile businessman

You take a quick shower and find Mr. Washer standing in the doorway admiring your wet body. He's holding a black piece of cloth.

“Here's a nice little black dress for you 'hon. Your first client is a businessman, and discretion is required with him, so don't ask his name or anything.” Explains Washer as he hands you the dress.

You slip on a red thong and matching bra, then the tight black dress. You absorb your reflection in the mirror, the dress perfectly forms around your curves. If you were a man looking at this vision you wouldn't be able to contain yourself. You follow Mr. Washer out into the suite room, and he motions for you to wait on the bed, so you sit on the end of it.

“He should be here in a minute. Enjoy yourself.” Mr. Washer smirks as he leaves the room.

Shortly afterward there is a knock on the door. You stroll over and open it up and are pleased to see the man on the other end. He's an older man, silver haired with salt and pepper stubble, with defined facial features. Not too fat, though not fit either. You are sure you'll have a good time anyway, all you want is to taste that sweet flavor you have grown to love.

“Washer wasn't lying, you are stunning.” The man eyes you up as he walks into the suite.

He doesn't waste much time and starts to remove the business suit he's wearing. He gets to the bed and tosses his jacket onto the floor, and sits down on the edge of the bed.

“I'd like to fill our whole hour with fun... if you don't mind.” He motions for you to come over.

You realize you had been standing there nervously doing nothing. You walk up to him normally, then halfway there you remember you're supposed to be an escort, and you turn your stride into as best a sexy walk as you can manage. It seems to work as the businessman grins while watching you, and leans back to give you easy access to his groin. You get the message and kneel at the end of the bed, and place your hands on his legs, staring at his crotch.