Diary of a High Price Escort Ch. 08

"Hope to see those again." He remarked, an obvious Freudian slip of his disgusting mind.

I walked across the hall and scanned the beach from a much lower angle then before. It didn't appear all that crowded. I assumed the reason was because at this time of day the sun could give you a nasty burn in no time. Those guests that were enjoying the soft fine white sand and cool ocean breeze were mostly sitting under the beach umbrellas enjoying a mid-afternoon cocktail or a cold Corona. A few sun worshipers were lounging about the marvelous swimming pools that separated the white sand from the resort

I spent the next hour or so familiarizing myself with the layout of the hotel. Walking around aimlessly, I found the spa which looked very inviting and several restaurants, every one looking like it could earn five stars if reviewed by a dining critic.

The Royal Cancun is an adults only resort so there wasn't the normal laughter and scurrying about of children that you would find in most vacation resorts in the States. The entire atmosphere seemed very relaxed and the other guests, most of which were couples, were taking their time to enjoy every moment of their stay.

Three men who were obviously returning from a round of golf came walking toward me as I strolled through one of the open courtyards provided for mingling.

Three sets of eyes focused on my tits and for a moment I regretted my choice of a tank top and going braless. My large breasts with their erect nipples bounced as I walked and brought a smile to all their faces.

As we passed I heard one whisper. "Sweet." After a step or two I looked over my shoulder. Two of the men were walking forward, but the third had turned and stopped to watch me walk away. I smiled, knowing he was the ass man among them.

I had covered most of the resort and found myself in the main lobby. It was 3:45 PM and I expected Tiffany to be arriving fairly soon so I decided to head back up to my suite and change for a relaxing evening while we waited for our client's guests to arrive.

The ocean breeze was still blowing through the open balcony door causing the sheer curtains to flutter softly. I grabbed a Perrier from the well-stocked refrigerator and walked back out outside. The afternoon sun was beginning to dip in the west and the hotel cast a shadow across the beach below. The ocean water seemed an even darker shade of blue as the shadow reached the breaking waves.

After taking a few sips of my Perrier, I decided to grab my laptop and see if Daddy had emailed me with any details about the three men who we'd be escorting for the weekend. The Wi-Fi connection was instantaneous and I smiled seeing I had an email from Daddy with the subject line. "Welcome to Cancun."

I opened the email and began to read.

"Angel,

Now that you've arrived in Mexico, I can fill in some of the details that I wasn't at liberty to divulge earlier. Your guests are scheduled to arrive on a five thirty flight from the States. Let me remind you that these guests are to be handled with kid gloves, a fact I know you already understand, but I want to make sure you relay my wishes to both Jasmine and especially Tiffany."

I sat back wondering why it was falling on me to keep my co-workers in line, but I assumed Daddy knew I was the woman for the job. I continued reading.

"While I have told our client that the three of them could pick and choose which of you was to be their escort, I did suggest a possible pairing with our client, keeping the special talents of each of you in mind.

Jasmine, I believe, would be best suited for Avery Scott. He is an attorney who worked closely with the client's campaign staff on legal issues. Mr. Scott is to join the Senator Elect's staff as chief counsel once the oath of office is administered.

I believe Tiffany would be perfect for James Hargrove, who previously served as media advisor to several prominent politicians and will serve that role for the Senator Elect."

I leaned back in my chair knowing the next paragraph would be about the man I was to accompany for the weekend.

"Angel, I have saved the last and most important for you. Mitchell Freeman will be named as the Senator Elect's chief of staff. He has been CEO of several financial institutions and was a major, if not THE major, contributor to the campaign war chest of our next senator. Mr. Freeman is our ticket to ninety nine other chiefs of staff in the Senate and hundreds in the House so I cannot express and I'm certain you understand how important it is that he enjoys his stay in Cancun. I don't have to remind you that this is a working weekend, I'm certain you understand that, but before your guests arrive I want you to express that fact strongly to Jasmine and Tiffany and make them understand that if I receive any negative feedback on their conduct I will not be offering them this type of opportunity again. Enjoy your stay and I look forward to your report upon your return.

Daddy"

I clicked on reply and typed. "You can count on me Daddy." Then I clicked send so Daddy would know that I read his email before the arrival of our guests.

After deleting several junk email messages and quickly reading one from my travel agent, welcoming me to Cancun that looked like a form letter, I stood up and walked back inside leaving the laptop turned on so I could review Daddy's email with the girls who I expected shortly.

It was 4:10 PM when I dialed Jasmine's room. The phone rang forever before she finally answered. "Hello."

"It's Angel, have you seen Tiffany?" I asked.

"Nope." Was her one word reply.

"I just read an email from Daddy and we'll need to get together soon to go over some details. Our guests will be arriving around six." I commented knowing the drive from the airport takes about half an hour.

"I guess you could call down to the front desk to see if Tiff has checked in yet." Jasmine suggested, then added. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower and wash the sand from my private parts."

"Okay, why don't you come over here after you've showered and finished getting ready?" I asked.

"I will. I'm dying to know who the three studs we're servicing are." Jasmine stated rather bluntly.

I dialed the number for the front desk. A friendly voice answered before the second ring. "Guest services, this is Consuela, how can I help you?" Her obvious Latino accent matched her name. "Yes Consuela, I'm wondering if any of the other members of the Johnston party have checked in since I arrived." I asked.

"Let me check." Consuela replied.

I waited for her to check the computer system.

"I see Ms. Comings arrived a few minutes ago. I believe she is on her way up to the Penthouse level as we speak." Consuela confirmed.

"That's excellent, thank you Consuela." I answered, than hung up the phone.

I giggled to myself. Tiffany Comings, I wonder if she spells it with an "o" or "u".

I figured I would change into something a little more appropriate to greet our guests and then call them both so I could fill them in on the details Daddy had provided.

I picked a pale yellow lacy bra and cheeky panty set and a flowery print sundress that buttoned up the front. Stripping out of my casual shorts and tank top, I dressed in my underwear, then went to work on my make-up and hair. The slightest of eye shadow and a hint of mascara to lengthen my lashes was all I felt was needed to greet Mitchell. I brushed my hair nearly straight, leaving a sexy wave over my forehead. I decided that other than the diamond ring on my finger no other jewelry was necessary.

After completely buttoning the flowery print sundress, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The sundress hugged my form snuggly, but not so much that my large tits pulled the buttons tight in the holes.

"A little too stuffy." I commented as I undid the top button exposing a little flesh but not allowing my cleavage to be exposed.

I could hear sounds coming from the next room signaling that Tiffany had arrived. Slipping on a pair of open toe sandals I grabbed my key card and headed for her room.

The bellhop was just leaving as I stepped out of my suite. "Well hello again Simon." I said with a smile on my lips.

Simon returned my smile and with his eyes slowly scanning down my shapely form replied. "You look stunning Ma'am."

As he approached, I stepped into his path. Placing my hands flat on his chest I grinned. "The name's Angel." I remarked having enough of that Ma'am bull shit.

"I'll keep that in mind Angel." He replied as I removed my hands from his chest and stepped aside.

I stood sideways in the hall and Simon turned to look over his shoulder at me, enjoying my look and nearly walking into Jasmine who had also stepped from her room.

He excused himself and hurried down the hall completely embarrassed at having made such a gaff.

Jasmine approached and giggled. "Setting up a little pro bono work for later?" She remarked.

I smiled as we walked toward Tiff's room and lied. "I don't do pro bono."

Jasmine knocked on the door and in a moment Tiffany opened it.

"Hey girl." Jasmine exclaimed, greeting the third member of our pleasure team.

Tiffany smiled and as we all walked into her room answered. "What's up?"

Tiffany's profile photos didn't do her justice. She was more voluptuous in person, standing five feet ten inches in her stocking feet, with long, curly red hair. Tiffany's entire body had a rich, dark tan which confirmed that she wasn't a natural redhead. The very short denim mini skirt she was wearing exposed her incredibly long legs. Tiffany's double D tits stretched an already tight fitting blouse that was unbuttoned far enough to provide a view of the deep cleavage between her full breasts. I wondered if James was a tit man because she certainly had enough to satisfy even the strongest breast fetish.

"I'm Angel." I said while extending my hand out to greet Tiffany, since this was the first time we met.

"Nice to meet you Angel." She replied, while shaking my hand, then added. "You're the new girl at "EE", aren't you?"

"Yes, actually I am." I replied.

Tiffany looked me over, then with an almost distasteful tone in her voice asked. "And what's your specialty, mommy role play?"

"No sweetheart, I'm the best cock sucker on the planet." I shot back.

"Oh really." She answered, than added. "Maybe we should have a cock sucking contest sometime this weekend. We'll see who can suck a guy off faster."

I smiled curtly at her and replied. "I didn't say I was the fastest, I said I was the best."

Tiffany apparently doesn't like being shown up and instantly answered. "Honey in this business faster is better."

I chuckled, realizing Tiffany had the mental attitude of a common whore. "Gee and all this time I thought this business was about earning the best possible tip." I remarked.

Jasmine, seeing that Tiff and I were entering a war of words, chimed in. "Come on girls, let's work together as a team this weekend and maybe we can all earn a huge tip."

"I'm good with that girl." I said smiling at Jasmine to thank her for nipping the battle of words in the bud.

"Whatever." Tiff answered.

I could tell that Tiff was going to be a problem, so instead of suggesting they come back to my room to let me fill them in on the details about our guests, I decided to get my laptop and bring it to her room.

Trying to be friendly I said. "Tiffany you still need to unpack, how about I grab my laptop and read Daddy's email to you both."

"Okay." She answered as she began to unzip her luggage.

By the time I returned with my computer, Tiff had almost finished her unpacking. She picked up the smaller of the two bags and turned it over above an open dresser drawer, its contents spilling haphazardly into the drawer.

"What an unorganized slut", I thought as she closed the bag and kind of tossed it into the corner of the closet.

"Okay, our guests are on a five thirty flight so they will be getting here around six." I began.

"Shit, I wanted to shampoo my hair before they got here." Tiffany remarked.

Jasmine replied. "You're not gonna have time for that."

I quickly went over the names and the positions each would hold in Senator Johnston's staff, then read Daddy's comment about this weekend being so important for future opportunities. I left out the part where he directed me to keep these two in line. However, I did give them a kind of pep talk about making sure our guests enjoyed their weekend.

"How about we meet in my room a little before six? I'll call down to the desk and ask them to have the guys come to my room where we all can meet and have a drink." I suggested.

"That works for me." Jasmine replied.

"Me too." Tiffany said, surprising me a little with her agreement of my idea.

"Great, see ya in a little while then." I said, smiling at them both as I turned and headed back to my suite.

Once there, I closed down my laptop and stored it away knowing I wouldn't need it again before Monday when I'd hopefully be giving Daddy an excellent report on our weekend.

I was becoming rather anxious about meeting Mitchell Freeman and the prospect of trying to keep Tiff and Jasmine focused on the task at hand. To calm down a little, I decided to have a drink. The Presidential Suite comes with a fully stocked bar so I cracked open a fresh bottle of gin and mixed a strong gin and tonic.

Stepping out into my favorite place, the ocean breeze was still blowing strong and the shadow of the hotel extended far out into the water giving it a tranquil appearance. Sitting down I crossed my legs and tried to relax, sipping the cocktail and trying my best not to stress out over the weekend that was about to unfold.

From the balcony I barely heard the light knock on the door, and a second louder knock sounded as I reached for the door lever. Tiffany was standing in the hall, and looked stunning in a pair of tailored navy blue slacks with a white V-neck knit sweater that accentuated her large breasts. The brilliant white sweater sharply contrasted with her dark tan. "Wow, you look fabulous." I remarked as she walked toward the bar. Her long almost kinky red locks cascaded down her back and appeared to be slightly moist. She wore a very expensive looking pair of diamond earrings and matching pendant that sparkled just above her sumptuous tanned cleavage.

"Thanks Angel." She replied as she slipped up onto one of the stools.

"So you decided to shampoo your hair after all?" I asked.

She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. "I did, and I hope it's completely dry before someone's fingers are run through it." Tiffany replied.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked.

She smiled and answered. "I need one, I'm so fuckin stressed out."

I didn't ask what had her so stressed figuring if she wanted to expound she'd do so in her own time.

"What would you like?" I asked, settling in behind the bar.

Tiff smiled. "I'd love a rum and Coke."

"Coming up." I replied as I searched the shelf for a bottle of rum.

Tiffany sighed as I poured a shot of Captain Morgan over ice. "Angel, I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. My day so far has been nothing but one major pain in the ass and I kind of took it out on you. I'm sorry." She explained.

As I filled her drink to the top with Coke and slid it across the bar I replied. "Hun, anytime you need to vent I'm here for ya." I felt a little ashamed having thought she was an unorganized slut earlier and once again proved to myself that first impressions aren't always a true indicator of someone's personality.

She smiled. "Sorry about that crack about mommy role play too."

I giggled and leaned toward her. "Hey, whatever it takes to please the client, right?"

"Ain't it the truth?" Tiff replied, smiling widely at me.

I was glad she'd got there first so we had a chance to iron out what I thought could become a real problem and felt that she and I would get along just fine for the rest of the weekend.

"Oh shit, I forgot to call down to the front desk!" I exclaimed.

Tiffany smiled. "They'll find us."

As I walked toward the phone I replied. "Yea I'm sure they would, but let's make it easy for them."

The same friendly female voice answered before the second ring. "Guest services, Consuela speaking, can I help you?"

"Hello, this is Angel in Room 762. I was wondering if you could ask the last three members of our party to join us in my room when they arrive." I asked.

"Of course I'd be happy to." Consuela replied.

"Thank you so much." I said before hanging up the phone.

As I returned to the bar I glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was 5:50 PM. "Wonder what's keeping Jasmine." I remarked.

"She'll be here." Tiff replied then added. "She's probably snorting one last line of nose candy before the guys arrive."

I knew all too well what nose candy was and figured Jasmine had dashed off to the beach earlier to find some hotel staff member who could provide her with a supply of cocaine for the weekend.

"Is that gonna be a problem?" I asked.

"Never has before." Tiff responded.

I made a mental note to monitor Jasmine's drug use in hopes of preventing any problems.

Jasmine knocked on the door and, after I opened it, came bounding in wearing an ultra-short denim mini skirt and a matching vest with nothing underneath. As she slid up onto a bar stool facing me, she flashed the white thong between her dark thighs.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked, noticing a fleck of white powder clinging to the edge of one nostril.

"Naw, I'm good." She replied, confirming Tiff's earlier assumption about nose candy.

Tiffany must have noticed the cocaine on her nose too because she rubbed her nose and said. "Ya missed a speck girl."

Jasmine giggled, and rubbed her nose wiping the residue away.

It was a little after six and I decided to just let the issue rest since our guests would be arriving shortly and I wanted us all in an upbeat mood when they did.

Tiffany turned toward us and said. "I sure hope these three aren't old boring politicians. I just hate fucking old dudes, they all smell."

Before I could offer my opinion on what it takes to get where they're at politically, a soft knock on the door signaled their arrival.

"I'll get the door." I said.

"Good evening gentlemen, welcome to Cancun." I greeted them as I opened the door.

All three were dressed in business suits and the fourth I recognized as Simon, the bellhop that had carried my bags up earlier in the day.

"I'll just place your luggage here Mr. Freeman." Simon announced not following the three into the room.

Mr. Freeman turned and extended his hand which held a twenty toward Simon. "Thanks." He answered.

Simon took his tip and left quickly, joining the other two bellhops who were waiting in the hall, understanding his presence was no longer needed.

Avery and Jim headed for the bar where the girls were sitting, leaving Mitchell and me standing just inside the door.

I smiled widely at him and extended by hand. "My pleasure Mr. Freeman, I'm Angel."

"Yes, I know and it is my pleasure." He replied then added. "And please call me Mitch."

He stood at least four inches taller than me and had silvery gray hair which was closely trimmed to his scalp. I detected somewhat of a paunch at his belly and a hint of a double chin. He was handsome enough but not striking. His dark eyes studied me, as I moved closer to him, the fragrance of his aftershave wafted into my nostrils. It reminded me of the aroma some of the senior partners at Barry's law firm wore, which I endured when I danced with them at social functions of the firm.

He placed his hand in the small of my back. "I need a drink." He mentioned as we joined the others.