The Client On The Sixth Floor, Part VII a

Mattie stood beside Simon next to Mark’s table. Simon extended his hand, took Mark’s firmly and shook it, “So good to finally meet you,” he said with a winning smile on his face. Mattie tightened her grip on Simon’s other hand, feeling safer for having him beside her. She discreetly, wiped her mouth clean of the saliva Mark had left when he’d slipped his tongue into her mouth as he’d kissed her and, for the first time, she noticed Mark’s companion. She looked familiar, one of those faces probably. She was a slight, mousey girl who simply sat, studying the napkin on her lap with her hands neatly folded, like a naughty schoolgirl outside the principal’s office. She glanced up and briefly caught Mattie’s eye but immediately looked away, eyes cast downwards. “Holy shit,” thought Mattie, “She’s totally under his thumb.” Simon and the Canadian stood about the same height and they regarded each other for a moment before Mark seemed to remember his manners and offered them a seat. Simon continued to stand for a moment longer, looking at Mark’s female companion and awaiting an introduction. Mark looked quizzically at Simon before realising what he wanted. “Oh, my goodness! Where are my manners?” His easy grin re-appeared. “This is my… date, Amanda,” he scowled at her so fleetingly that it would have been easy to miss, but Mattie noticed. Amanda jumped to her feet, smiling and extending her own small hand, blushing, “Hello, very pleased to meet you.” Simon, ever the gentleman, leaned over, smiling, kissed her left and then her right cheek, European style, “Oh it’s my pleasure, dear. You look delightful in that gorgeous gown!” Amanda blushed furiously and sat back down in her seat. In truth, her dress was very simple and whilst it certainly suited her, it was by no means outstanding, the neutral, fleshy tones served only to make her even less noticeable, like urban camouflage. “Let’s sit,” invited Mark, clicking his fingers to catch the attention of a passing waiter. “Champagne,” he commanded. The small, square table was discreetly Tunalı escort located in one of the darker corners of the room, Mattie looked to see how she could best distance herself from Mark, but realised that she had no choice but to sit either adjacent to him or facing him. Neither seemed appealing but her decision was made for her when Simon pulled back a chair and put an arm around her waist, oblivious to her internal struggle and entirely unaware that she and Mark had recognised each other in the first place. She took her seat, opposite Mark and adjacent to Amanda, who stole a glance at Mattie and smiled coyly. “I’m just going to nip to the restroom,” Simon announced. “Mattie, darling, could you order me a Scotch, please?” Mattie looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak, but Mark butted in, “No problem, a Scotch it is.” Simon smiled politely as he hung his light jacket over his chair then left the table. “Well, Mattie, it has been a while, hasn’t it?” said Mark seizing the opportunity. She wasn’t sure how best to play this. Simon had stressed that this meeting was important, that it was a potentially huge deal and that Mark was possibly willing to invest a great deal of cash into his project. Still, she felt like she ought to tell him about her previous dealings with Mark, give him a little insight into the sort of person he was dealing with, but if she did, well, it would be both awkward and possibly embarrassing for all concerned. “Erm, yes it has,” she replied, glancing in the direction of the bathroom, willing Simon to return. “Ah, so I assume that Simon has hired your services then?” Mark leered. “No!” Mattie replied, rather too sharply. “I’m here as his friend. This isn’t a work thing.” She looked at Mark, trying to gauge what he was thinking. “So, does he know what you do for a living, Mattie?” Amanda coughed and Mark snapped, without even looking at her, “Be quiet, girl! Grownups are talking.” Mattie opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, this was a fight ulus escort bayan she did not want to start. There was no point, all it could do was potentially embarrass Simon and she was damned sure that she wasn’t about to do that, so she let it slide. The man repulsed her. When he’d booked her services, way back when, through her madam, Olivia, they’d both gotten a bad feeling about him. Not for any particular reason, they simply felt in their guts that this guy was a wrong ‘un and how right they had been. *** The first time they had met, she had ‘escorted’ him to a business event. The fact that was based in Canada meant that he didn’t have anyone suitable to be his ‘plus one’ and Mattie had obviously appealed to him when he’d viewed her profile on Olivia’s site. His initial request had been for a well-presented, well-mannered and obedient girl, though and Mattie had not been his first choice. The fact that Olivia had also had a hunch about him meant that there was no way she was going to send a younger, less experienced girl, not when she knew that Mattie was smart, diplomatic enough and above all, able to handle herself in just about any situation. Of course, his detailed requests had raised her hackles immediately too, he sounded like a dominant control freak and although she was not averse to a little role play, she liked it to be all in good humor and it just didn’t feel that way with Mark, not one bit. Olivia had briefed her fully beforehand, made sure that Mattie was completely comfortable, well as comfortable as one could be going into a situation like this and she had put safety measures in place, a friend hanging out nearby, keeping an eye on what was going on there, just in case Mattie needed assistance. On reflection, she wished she’d listened to her intuition and simply refused the job. However, being the professional gal that she was, she took it, just the same as any other. She had turned up at the restaurant, wearing the requested attire, Mark had been very, very specific Escort yenimahalle as to what she should wear; the style of underwear, including the fact that she was supposed to be as hair free as possible, including her genital and anal areas. Now, whilst being very good at her job, Mattie did not really like to have a bare pussy, so she had compromised by trimming her pubic hair into a landing strip, rather than go completely bald, she just didn’t like the way it made women look almost prepubescent. In truth, it gave her the creeps, almost as much as the punters who craved it. He had specified that he might wish to partake in some light bondage, the use of sex toys and a few other things, possibly anal sex. This really wasn’t Mattie’s scene but she knew that she was ‘taking one for the team’ and saving someone else from doing it, plus Olivia had said that she would be well recompensed, earning almost twice her regular fee for one night’s work. So, very much against her better judgment, she did it. The ‘date’ was fine. He handed her a roll of notes in the car, she didn’t even count the money, she could see that it was much more than had been agreed. She stuffed them into the lining of her purse, pleased that she would be able to take some time off after such a lucrative job. Really, all she had to do was sit there, look pretty and say little. She was his arm candy and that was a role she could easily play, well, if she could keep her mouth shut, which she did. He made sure that her champagne glass was always full, In the taxi back to his hotel suite, he commended her on her behavior, like she actually cared what he thought, told her what a good girl she had been and how ‘daddy’ was very pleased with her. Mark pulled her hand onto his crotch and pressed it against his erection. “God, he feels massive!” Mattie had kept her demure smile plastered on her face, although her stomach was lurching as she began to squeeze and stroke. It was second nature to her and despite her fuzzy head, she could already feel the moisture dampening his trousers. Why was her stomach lurching? Well, that became clear soon enough… Mark unzipped his fly and unceremoniously pulled Mattie’s head down to his crotch, “Suck me! Suck daddy’s big hard cock.” She hated that word, it made her think of gold diggers going after older men, or worse…