I prepared myself for Vinewood Gardens Hotel

The sky had changed to an orangey glow when I woke up. The notification light of my phone was blinking, so I checked it. It was a text message from Roger: "4got. U must shave completely. CU, R."

I looked down between my legs, I didn't prefer to have my sex shaven. I had done it before and found it too high maintenance. And even worse was the time it started to grow back. It's not fun to have a hedgehog in your panties! Okay, maybe a hedgehog is a little too exaggerated, but still the itchy stubbles were really annoying when I played with myself and I hated that the hairs poked through my panties for a while. Now I was paid to do it and I hoped it would be worth it. I went into the shower, washed myself and carefully shaved my sex completely. I used my hand mirror to check the results and giggled soft at the sight. For a brief moment I felt like I was going to reach puberty again. I quickly dried myself and went to the bedroom. I dug in the drawer of my night stand and found the body oil I was looking for. Carefully I applied it to my bare snatch, rubbing it gently over my folds and every bit around them. I moaned soft, it felt great. My fingers ended on my nub, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through me. I lay back, spreading my legs while rubbing a little more oil onto my sex. I traced three fingers along my folds, while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. My hips began to gyrate as my arousal built rapidly. While this was great, I wanted more and reached into the drawer, fumbled around until I felt my new vibrator. I turned it on at a relatively low speed and dragged it between my folds while I moved a finger back onto my clit. As I rubbed my clit I slowly pushed the vibrator into my entrance, letting its tip send wonderful vibrations through my pelvic muscles before pushing it further into me. I started to make small thrusts into me with it and soon enough I was rocking my hips in delight and moaning loud. Within moments I came, shudders coursing from my hips up into my body, the waves of my climax overtaking me as my body jerked in pleasure. Then I fell limp and basked in the afterglow of my climax for a while.

I got up, cleaned my sex before applying a more regular care body lotion on it, then cleaned my vibrator and put it away. I dressed myself with regular comfortable cotton underwear, followed by a cotton skirt and low cut t-shirt.
I had some food and coffee while doing a little more research online. I was a little worried about entertaining the guy and the lack of knowledge about what he might like to talk about. I did my best to catch up on current affairs, especially what was going on in France, just in case I needed it. I still had a lot of reading to do when it was time to leave for work.

I didn't see Claire -Crystal's sidekick- when I arrived and Amber was her usual bubbly self before she went home. The shift itself was rather uneventful. I did the cleaning, tended to the few customers that came in, tried to increase sales by promoting special offers to those who came in with other intentions and I was relieved when the morning light started to shine through the windows.
John wasn't too happy that I took the next shift off, but it didn't stop him from his usual groping. I knew Alejandro would be all too happy about taking over my shift, so I didn't worry about it at all. I went home quickly.

I was eager to go to sleep, but decided I needed to read a little more. I made myself a coffee and continued my research. An hour later I could barely continue, the after-images of the paragraphs of text started to hinder me and I went to bed.

I woke up from my rather lewd dreams when my alarm went off. I showered quickly and did my hair. I had my coffee followed by a quick meal, then applied my make-up in a rather demure fashion. I put on my most expensive and sexy lingerie, then thigh-high stockings and finally my nicest dress. I gave my kitten heels a quick polish before putting them on. I dug up a more stylish purse that matched my dress and filled it with the content of my other one and added a few more make-up items. It didn't have enough space left for my gun, I considered putting it in my sports bag along with my emergency clothing, but decided against it. I did check the bag and added my hair dryer, shampoo and body lotions. I looked at the time and was relieved to see I had more than enough to make it to Vinewood Gardens if I drove through the hills. The freeway would be too full of traffic at this time of day, I figured.

I got in my car and took off. First through the Senora Desert, then I enjoyed the stretch through Vinewood Hills where it got a little busier. When I passed Vinewood Bowl, I took a few glances along the way. Finally I arrived at Vinewood Gardens. As I pulled up in front of it, a valet hurried towards me. He motioned me to move on, not surprising considering my beater, but I stopped and opened my door. I explained to him that I was going to stay at the hotel. He looked me over, shook his head, then exchanged my keys for a ticket. I grabbed my bag from the passenger's seat and walked up the steps, looking up at the impressive building. One of the hotel staff held opened the door for me as I approached and I thanked him in passing. Once inside I stopped for a moment and admired the grandeur of the reception hall. A clock on one of the walls informed me that I was a quarter of an hour too early and I was glad that my timing worked out as planned.

After taking in the atmosphere I walked up to the reception itself. I stated my name and told the receptionist that a room should have been reserved for me. He asked me for my ID which I handed over. He typed my details into his computer and a moment later he smiled friendly and asked me to wait. He went through a door behind him and returned a moment later with a big envelope, then collected a key card from a machine next to his computer.
He gave me the envelope, the key card and my ID, then after informing me that the deliveries had been placed in the wardrobe in my room, he explained how to get to my room. I was a little confused about the mentioning of deliveries, then remembered that Roger had said that an outfit would be delivered. I thanked him and he wished me an enjoyable stay.

As I rode up the elevator to the 7th floor, I began to feel nervous about it all. I made my way through the hallway to my room, and after opening the door I was astonished. I dropped my bag on the floor after closing the door behind me. This wasn't just a room, it was bigger than the total surface of my trailer. It was also luxuriously decorated. There was even a vase with flowers on the dining table. The fact that the room actually had a dining table surprised me. As I stepped further into the L-shaped room and peered around the corner in the remaining space, I discovered a lounge set. I placed the envelope and my purse on the table, then opened the built-in wardrobe's doors. On one of the rails hung a long opaque bag with a Didier Sachs logo on it and on the floor of the wardrobe were two boxes, one was most likely containing shoes, considering the shape and the other was a more generic square box. Curious I opened the Didier Sachs bag and gasped as I saw the impressive evening gown inside it. I removed the bag completely and held the dress up against me, then turned and looked for a mirror. I didn't see any, so I opened the bathroom where I found myself staring at my own in a full length mirror on the opposite wall. The dress was stunning, and very revealing, most likely. The bathroom was also impressive, it was bigger than my own bedroom, had a separate bath as well as a shower, two sinks, a toilet and a bidet. I went back and hung the dress in the wardrobe, collected my bag from the other door, placed it also in the wardrobe, then sat down and opened the envelope.

As I pulled a letter from it, my phone beeped and I checked it. A message from Roger saying: "Can't meet sry. Good luck tonite & hv fun. If Q, txt. TTYL R."
I sighed and put my phone away, then looked at the letter again. It was a list of instructions, but I also noticed it had some writing on the back. It appeared to be from Roger. It stated that he regretted he didn't have a chance to train me first. Train me? For or in what, I wondered. He also wrote that if he couldn't make it in time, he'd be in touch later. I was to follow the instructions and try to enjoy myself as well.
I turned it over again and looked at the instructions. It told me to wear everything that was delivered and how I should meet up with Mister Du Pont, a picture of him was included in the envelope. It also told me to do everything Mister Du Pont desired, followed with a short list of things I should avoid discussing or offering. It was clear and simple enough. I looked in the envelope and found the picture of the man, who looked quite handsome, as well as a stack of $50 banknotes with the wrapper still on it. According to the wrapper it was $5,000 and I gasped. I wondered why I deserved that kind of money, why this man was offered my services and why it was so important I pleased him.
I put everything back in the envelope, then hid the envelope in my bag.

As I opened the shoe box I wondered how Roger figured out my size. I took off mine and tried the stilettos on. They fitted well enough, although they were a little high for my taste. I took them off again and opened the other box. It contained a small purse, bottle of perfume, panties, garters, stockings, and a choker, which upon closer inspection turned out to be a hidden collar, along with a matching leash.

I took off my clothes and put them away in the wardrobe then took a shower as per instructions. After that I put on the clothing and items provided, then went back to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror. I was amazed by my own transformation, the gown which glittered subtly had a low front, barely covering my breasts. The back was revealing even more. It stopped just above the garter belt. While the bottom half of the dress had a lot more fabric than the top and was pleated, it had splits in the sides leading all the way up to the top of my thighs just above the stockings, hidden in the pleats. Unless I was going to run or walk with big strides, it wouldn't be noticeable.
I applied my make-up, then sprayed the perfume on my pulse points and my panties, then put on my shoes. I had left the choker for last and felt a twinge of excitement course through me as I put it on my neck and fastened the clasp on the back. I put my phone, ID, credit card, key card, the leash and some money for tips in the purse, then left the room.

The hotel bar, which also lead to the restaurant behind it, was as luxurious and grandiose as the rest of the hotel. I looked around, but didn't see the man I was supposed to meet, so I sat down at the bar and ordered a Sprunk as I wasn't ready for any **** yet. While I was sipping from my drink and kept an eye on the comings and goings, I was hit on twice, before I saw Mister Du Pont heading straight for the restaurant. I got up, left my drink and followed him.

As he sat down at a small table, he noticed me walking up and asked, "Mademoiselle?"
"Are you the owner of Ponsonbys?" I asked as instructed.
He frowned, "No, do I look like I am?"
"Then you must be the CEO of Gussét," I said.
"Ah, mademoiselle, you appreciate the fine art of lingerie, yes?" he said friendly, "Please sit down."
I smiled and sat down as elegantly as I could, "Thank you."
"I am not the CEO of Gussét. Although it would be my pleasure to be him," he said. He took my hand then placed a kiss on the backs of my fingers, then while looking into my eyes from that position he whispered against my fingers, "I am Jacques Du Pont." Accentuating the space between Du and Pont with another kiss.
"I'm Lisa, mister Du Pont, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, smiling at the gesture.
"The pleasure is all mine, mademoiselle Lisa. But please, do call me Jacques." He sat back and motioned towards a waiter.
As the waiter approached he motioned him closer and an exchange of whispers took place. The waiter left and Jacques smiled at me, "I'm sure you don't mind being surprised with some delicatessens."
I smiled shaking my head, "Not at all, mister, ehm, Jacques. I like surprises."
"Ah, do you? Very nice. Have you ever been to France?" he asked.
I shook my head again, "No, but I would like to. I've read some very nice things about it."
He laughed, "Chère Lisa, reading is far from experiencing it first hand. I have several residencies in France, but my favourite place is my own village in Limousin. Not the car, but the region in the centre of France. When the economy was very bad, people left the villages and moved to the cities, selling their places for very little money. Now, that retrâites are becoming popular, my investment is paying off. People want to spend their time in isolated areas now, not in touristy places."
He paused as the waiter came back and poured some of the rosé in his glass. I smelled it, then gave a nod. The waited filled our glasses, then placed the bottle on the table and left.
He picked up his glass and raised it above the centre of the table. As I raised mine, he said, "À votre santé." Then quickly added, "To your health," as he noticed my puzzled look.
"To your health," I said and we clinked our glasses together.
"Where was I?" he asked after taking a sip. "Ah yes, my village. You mustn't think it's a big village, there are only 18 houses, a tavern and a chapel, spread over a big area. This rosé closely resembles one that comes from an area not very far from it, I was surprised to find out they even have this one here." He paused and looked into my eyes while placing his glass back on the table. "I am not boring you, I hope?"
"No," I said, "not at all."
He smiled and continued to describe the area. As he told me more and more, his enthusiasm grew. Little plates of food were temporarily interrupting his tales, which gradually changed to French art, cinema and couture as time went on.
After we finished the last plate of delicious food he asked, "Would you mind being my dessert, Lisa?"
It was rather unexpected, yet very convenient as I was instructed to invite him to my room.
I smiled, "Not at all, I would love to get closer acquainted with," I lowered my voice, "French love making. I have a lovely room here at the hotel."
"How convenient," he said, "as do I, but mine is probably a little messier than yours. What's your room number?"
"721, why?" I asked.
"Ah, I want to order a few things that they don't have in the mini bar, ma chèrie," he said while motioning to the waiter. He whispered his order to the waiter, who nodded and disappeared. Then he stood up and took my hand with a smile, "Shall we?"
I stood up gracefully and we headed to my room.