Monique: The Boudoiress

The bar at the Black Gables Hotel was as busy as usual on a Friday evening. All of the Businessmen were sitting in their little groups at the usual tables discussing the days stocks and shares and puffing at their Cubans. The atmosphere was very fin de la semaine like indeed and the noise was a nice buzz for the many ears in the place. Monique sat on her usual stool sipping her Cosmopolitan and drumming her long fingers on the cold marble. She had been waiting for over an hour and was beginning to get restless. She looked around the room, quickly looking at every man in there and trying to see if she could see her partner in crime. Monique was a twenty something escort who frequently visited this part of New York. She was the best of the best and sought after night after night by the local tycoons. But tonight was different, it wasn't a local tycoon that she awaited, but a famous movie star. She sipped her Cosmo again and opened her small pink purse. She took out her Blackberry and saw that she had no missed calls. He was running late and she was starting to  feel like people were noticing her. As a pro, she knew that discretion, secrecy and timing was everything in this business, right up there with looking her best and being the best. The barman came over to her and with a friendly smile asked her if she'd like another round. She asked him for another and made a call to the awaited. After letting it ring out with no reply, she threw her Blackberry back into the bag and folded her arms.

'Rough day today?' asked the waiter as he served her her second round, 'Waiting on someone special?' Monique took her glass and took a long sip. 'Just a friend.' she replied, licking the excess alcohol off of her glossy pink lips. She gazed up at the big old fashioned clock in the middle of the room. He was never late, like any great actor, he was always on cue. Worrying slightly more now, she finished her drink and walked confidently through to the lobby. The men at the tables by the entrance of the bar were staring and gawking in the usual manner. Monique really was a stunning piece of work. She had beautiful chocolate coloured skin that was soft and supple and smelled of sweet coconut. Her hair was long and black as ebony, with hints of toffee brown through the sleek, curly strands. She was just under six feet in height but with her Christian Louboutin's she effortlessly rose above the rest. This particular evening she was wearing a simple yet elegant figure hugging white dress, with a halterneck and silver chain dangling. She wasn't into excess accessories but was wearing a nice silver choker with earrings to match just for this special occasion.

You may wonder why this was so special, I mean, wasn't every client special? The answer was ofcourse yes, every client is special but some more than others. Monique was about to spend her second night with the one and only Jason Rush. Jason was a very famous, respected and in demand young actor. He was the topic on everybody's lips in Tinsletown, the face on every magazine and the dream of women everywhere. He was movie magic material and had that sought after star quality so many craved. Why so secretive? And why Monique? He could have any woman he wanted, relationship his choice of Models and Actresses, bed the whole of Hollywood if desired so why was he 'wasting' his time on a call girl? Monique trapzed up and down the main foyet, on the lookout for him without making it obvious she was waiting on someone. Many women and men of her profession used this location, especially on a Friday. It was a beautiful five star resort in the centre of Manhattan, frequented by many wealthy and famous faces annually. In fact, it was Jason himself who had suggested this venue in the first place. They had met here a few weeks prior to this occasion and had the most wonderful love making session. He had seen Monique at a charity event that day, accompanying an older gentleman. After a quick conversation and a risky exchange of numbers, Monique agreed to be of service just for one night. It was a risky situation, a high profile celebrity with paparazzi on his tail 24/7 and a Boudoiress? Recipe for scandal. He was engaged to someone just as well known which made this even worse but it was a job, a paycheck and maybe, just maybe, something more. She again checked her Blackberry with the same result as before. Was she being blown off, had she mistaken the time and day, had something prevented him from attending? 

Just as she was about to put her phone back into her purse it began to ring. She quickly answered and with a sigh and a pissed off tone began to speak. 'Yes?'

'It's me, look outside of the foyet.' replied Jason in a deep and sexy voice. His voice was a real turn on, masculine and attentive and extremely easy on the ears. Monique took a peak outside and realised that the street was swarming with people. There were camera flashes every two to three seconds and the doorman was trying to help guests of the hotel in without any struggle. 'What the hell is going on out there!?, are they looking for you, do they know you are in Town?' she asked with a confused and uneasy tone. 'I have been seen by one of the tabloid fucks and he has called a shitload of colleagues! I can't get out of the Limo and come into the hotel without an explanation.' he informed her, the panic in his voice appaerant. She sighed softly and began to think, holding her forehead. 'Shit... can't you just say you are in town for a break or something?'

'What without Karen?!, Do you know what sort of shit that would cause, the headlines and rumours if I am seen at a hotel without my fiancee?!' he anxiously replied. 'Baby... I can't do this tonight, it's too dangerous for both of us. I mean, if someone catches a glimpse of us together...I am really sorry.' Monique held herself together and keeping her perfect composure and emotions well hidden replied 'Sure, I get it. No big deal. I'll just get the cheque in the mail!'

She furiously threw her phone into the bag and went over to the steps and sat herself down, avoiding the ladies and gentlemen going up and down them. She let her head fall into her hands and began to sob. She wasn't supposed to feel anything for anyone. Her job was to please them sexually and pyhsically for a few hours and nothing more, falling for them was not an option.

So why did she feel so upset, why was she crying over some guy that she had fucked once? What was different about this business arrangement? She began to dry her tears away with her hand, carefully so as not to ruin her impeccable long lashes nor smudge her foundation. She had two choices, she could leave and make her way out into the ocean of people on the street and try and get a cab to JFK or she could stay at the hotel. The room was already paid for under a false identity so it wasn't going to cost her anything. After thinking about it for a few seconds, she decided to go up to the suite and have a boxing match with the mini bar and watch a movie.

The room was big and lush. It had everything in it from a Jacuzzi to a Pool Table, you name it, it was there. She flung her bag onto the big Kingsize bed and went into the Bathroom. She began to clean herself up and take a breather. After a few minutes she threw herself onto the bed and began to flick through the channels on the flatscreen. As she did, she took a look around the room. It was the same suite as last time and she began to remember the amazing night that they had shared. The sex in the Jacuzzi with the warm bubbles popping around them, the taste of the Moet trickling down his back and into her lips, the feel of the cool satin sheets on her body as she rolled around with him between her thighs, it was a perfect night. It hadn't ended right after the action had stopped, he had begged her to stay, and that was the problem. She had waited and let him embrace her. She had waited and conversed with him. She had waited and got to know him. She had waited and foolishly fallen for him. As the memories began to get too vivid and way too much, she headed for the mini bar and got out a selection of bottles. She poured herself a shot of Vodka and quickly downed it hoping it would leave her senseless. She repeated and just as she was about to down the second, there was a knock at the door. She went to answer and with the glass still in her hand she opened the door and there he was. 'Is that one for me?' he asked with a smile. She was confused and dazed but smiled back and replied 'Come in and find out.'