Phil paced the hotel room, fuming. Where was that damned hooker he had booked two hours ago? As the CEO of a huge corporation, Phil had spent the entire week closeted in endless meetings with the owners of a company his firm was trying to acquire and he was feeling stressed to the max. To top it all off, the meetings weren’t making much progress, probably because the owner of the company—some rich old broad according to one of Phil’s sources—had been out of town and hadn’t graced them with her presence all week.
Well, Phil thought angrily, she’d better show up tomorrow or he would advise his own boss to push the plug and retract their more than generous offer for her little company.
Since his divorce a couple of years ago, he had decided that trying to date or have a steady significant other was just too much trouble and entirely too time-consuming. Since having reached that decision, he had fulfilled his sexual needs with high-class call girls. Prostitutes. Ladies of the evening. To Phil’s way of thinking, they were the perfect playmates for busy executives: Slam, bam, thank you ma’am and they were on their way.
That’s the way he liked it! No sloppy sentiment, no recriminations because some female felt he wasn’t paying enough attention to her, no expectations. Just hot, passionate sex with warm, willing women who made a living by pleasing horny businessmen like him.
Finally, a knock at the door!
Phil strode to the door and jerked it open angrily. “What the hell took you so long?” he demanded of the striking redhead standing in front of him. Her cheeks colored, whether with anger or embarrassment, he couldn’t tell. Either way, he hadn’t run into too many hookers who still blushed for any reason.
His eyes scanned her from head to toe as he yanked her inside. “You were supposed to be here at least an hour ago!”
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry,” the beautiful redhead stammered. “Traffic was really bad and I couldn’t find a parking place.”
Phil raked his eyes over the gorgeous woman in front of him, doing a hasty head to toe appraisal. Well, she was a looker, he thought to himself. He’d concede that much. He only hoped she proved to be worth the wait. Time was wasting and he had to be back in the boardroom bright and early the next morning to hopefully finalise the purchase of the company—or not.
“Well, let’s get this show on the road,” Phil told her brusquely, as he pulled her silky shift dress over her head in one deft motion and tossed it aside. She stood before him clad in a wispy little bra, flimsy panties and high heeled pumps.
“Wait!” she said, backing away from him, “I don’t understand!” Phil grinned lewdly. Oh, he thought, one of those who was into the whole reluctant virgin fantasy. Well, that could be fun, he decided, feeling himself grow hard as he feasted his eyes on her creamy white breasts bulging over the lacy cups of her bra. And she was a genuine redhead, he noticed, casting his eyes downward to the sheer panties.
“You don’t understand?” he asked her mockingly, undressing rapidly. “Let me see if I can make it clear to you,” he said, pushing her roughly back onto the bed. She struggled against him, which only served to inflame his ardor. Damn! He told himself, it had been too long since he’d been with a woman. He was as randy as a teenager! In the usual course of events, Phil wasn’t into kissing, considering it kid stuff. But this woman had such a hot body and full, moist, cherry red lips that were just begging to be kissed. He claimed her mouth in a long, deep kiss and as his tongue probed the minty recesses of her warm mouth, he parted her knees roughly and thrust into her, never breaking the kiss.
The woman squirmed and struggled, trying to speak. Phil chuckled. What a little tiger, he told himself. She was really getting into this role playing thing! Her false protests drove him wild and he continued with deep thrusts, slow and steady until he felt her relax and stop her pretend fighting. She arched her back and wrapped her long legs around him, digging her long crimson nails into his back. Phil groaned as she urged him even deeper inside her and then a hoarse cry burst from both of their throats as they reached a shattering orgasm together.
Whew! Phil rolled off the beautiful woman, spent. This long week had taken a toll on his energies. He was exhausted and the wild, savage sex was acting as a sleeping pill. He felt his eyelids drooping and knew he couldn’t stay awake. “Check with your office for payment,” he told her as she hurriedly dressed, then closed his eyes and drifted away on a cloud of afterglow, letting sleep claim him.
Phil awoke the next morning feeling like a new man. Wow! That redhead had been a real tigress! The experience had been a little unusual, but he had no complaints. Donning an expensive suit for the last meeting, he headed back to the boardroom of the small company his boss had sent him there to acquire.
Striding briskly into the room, Phil’s eyes swept around the long table. Hell’s bells! The same line-up as the preceding days…all Indians and no chief as the owner’s chair at the head of the table remained empty. Too bad for her, Phil thought in disgust. He had already been given orders to wrap it up today one way or the other. So, if the old lady wanted to sell her precious company, she’d better put in an appearance pronto and seal the deal!
Phil heard the boardroom door open behind him as someone entered the room. “Good morning, Ms. Smithson,” said several of the people around the table. Ms. Smithson? Phil thought, opening his briefcase. That was the owner, and about time, too. He looked up just as the new arrival sank gracefully into the chair at the head of the table. Their eyes met. Phil froze in shock, seeing that shining mane of auburn hair, cherry red lips and gorgeous face he had seen all too recently…..in his hotel room last night!
“I’d introduce you two, Phil,” said one of Ms. Smith’s executives. “But I know you met last night. I was supposed to call and tell you that she was back in town and coming over to your hotel to meet with you, but I got busy and forget. Guess she got there, though.”
“Oh, yes,” Ms. Smith said, smiling demurely as she looked at Phil. “I got there, all right.”
Phil knew his jaw was on the floor as he stuttered and stammered, trying to think of something to say. “In fact, Phil,” Ms. Smith went on. “I think I left something in your room last night so if it’s okay, I thought I might drop by again tonight.”
Phil relaxed as she surreptitiously winked at him. “Sure,” he told her. “That would be fine.”
And fine it was.
