Diary of a High Price Escort Ch. 25

An hour later, Jennifer had finished, my nails looked elegant, and the coating of glitter on my left ring finger set off her sensational work. I gave her an extra twenty-dollar tip for the suggestion.

Late Saturday morning, my cell phone rang; when I glanced at the caller ID, it indicated the call was from Nick's Limo Service. I answered the call saying, "Hello, this is Angel speaking."

The caller replied, "This is Jimmy from Nick's. I'm calling to confirm your address and let you know when I'll be at your place later today. Is your address 850 Magnolia Circle?"

"It's 850-B. The door is on the side of the building," I responded.

"Okay, thanks, Jimmy replied and then added, "We'll have about an hour drive depending on traffic. I want to pick you up at six o'clock."

"I'll be ready, Jimmy," I answered.

I would have liked to ask if my client would be with him but decided that perhaps Mitch hadn't set up the limousine. I hoped to have that hour to catch up with Mitch during the drive downtown.

I was excited to see Mitch again, and as I dressed for our evening together, I recalled again the wonderful time we'd shared in Cancun months ago. Since he had requested that I spend the night, I packed an overnight bag with some casual clothes along with the beautiful turquoise jewelry he'd purchased for me during our shopping trip.

The stunning floor-length silver sequin and paillette gown fit me perfectly. Its plunging vee neckline revealing more than enough smooth, soft cleavage, and the thin slivers of straps crossing on the back did little to hide my naked back, and the entire dress was topped off by the high split that rose from the hem to mid-thigh. Since I knew that the air outside would be chilly, I chose a black faux fur bolero shrug party wrap to ward off the cool air.

With my overnight bag in one hand and a tiny silver clutch handbag containing only the absolute essentials in the other, I headed for the kitchen to await Jimmy's arrival.

At five after six, my doorbell rang, and I dashed to the front door to greet my driver. To my absolute delight, as I opened the door, I found Mitchell Freeman, looking more handsome than even I'd recalled from Mexico.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Angel," he said, smiling broadly at me as he spoke.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you, Mitch," I answered. Mitch was dressed in a black tuxedo, his bow tie perfectly formed, and the matching cummerbund hid the waistband of his trousers.

"You look stunning," he complimented as he reached for my overnight bag.

"Thank you, kind sir, and your more handsome than I remember," I replied.

As we walked toward the stretch limo waiting curbside, Mitch slipped his hand to the small of my back and then slowly lifted it above the top of my gown onto my exposed back. "I like this dress very much," he remarked.

Jimmy was already standing outside the rear passenger door, and as we approached, he pulled the door open then stepped aside to allow Mitch to assist me inside. Mitch handed Jimmy my overnight back and then walked around the limo's rear to join me in the back seat. I heard the trunk close, assuming Jimmy would handle my luggage once we arrived at our ultimate final destination.

Limousines are so roomy, and once Mitch was seated beside me, I seized the opportunity to cross my legs and show off every inch of sexy thigh my dress allowed. He smiled and softly placed his hand on my naked leg. "I've thought a lot about touching your silky-smooth skin again," he said.

I glanced at him and then placed my hand over his saying, "Your hand is as soft as I recall," I answered.

Mitch moved his hand away, and as I turned toward him a little, he said, "I'm so glad you could accompany me tonight."

"I'll be proud to be on your arm, but I'm wondering why Mrs. Freeman isn't attending with you," I said.

"We've separated, Angel, not long after I became Johnston's Chief of Staff, she announced that she hated life in the swamp and returned to our home in Lexington," Mitch explained.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I answered, thinking that perhaps our time in Cancun and my help with his disfunction may have contributed to their separation.

"My job is very consuming, and I've had no time to enjoy the kind of activities we shared in Mexico," he admitted.

I leaned closer to him and slipped my hand between his thighs as I whispered, "That will change tonight."

"I'm counting on that, Angel," he answered.

We still had at least a half-hour before arriving at the Four Seasons, and I thought about giving him a preview with my mouth but decided not to since I could spend the evening teasing him verbally when given a chance.

"How are Jim and Avery doing?" I asked.

"I fired Jim as soon as we returned from Mexico, and Avery spent six weeks in rehab to kick his cocaine addiction," Mitch explained.

"Was it successful?" I asked.

"Yes, and he's become a valued low-level member of Senator Johnston's staff," Mitch admitted.

"And how is Senator Johnston?" I asked, recalling how he'd treated me like a two-bit whore when I first met him.

"Chuck's an ass-hole. He's been in office for less than a year and is already planning his re-election campaign." Mitch remarked.

"So, he's blended in with the rest of the swamp rats in DC," I said.

"One-hundred percent, but he's my meal ticket for now," Mitch agreed as he took my hand in his.

"I'll have to thank him for the incredible weekend we spent in Cancun," I said.

Mitch and I spent the remainder of the ride downtown recalling our time together in Mexico, and I had to admit that the one memory I think of often was the shopping excursion we'd shared on Sunday afternoon.

"Four Seasons just ahead," Jimmy said after lowering the glass between the front and back of the limo. As we pulled to a stop, the trunk lid opened, and Jimmy jumped out, rounding the front of the vehicle and then opened the door for me. His broad smile confirmed that he found me most attractive, but his professional demeanor didn't allow him to verbalize his approval.

"Thank you, Jimmy," I said as I straightened up on the curb. Mitch came around the back and was holding my overnight bag in one hand. He tipped Jimmy handsomely and then took my hand in his.

As we approached the massive doors to the Four Seasons' lobby, Mitch offered some advice. "Remember Angel, they all put their pants on the same way."

Mitch led me to the counter and, after placing my bag on top, said, "Please have this taken to room 1239,"

Realizing that I'd no longer be subject to the chilly evening air, I undid the clasp holding my shawl around my shoulders, slipped it off, and said, "Can you please take this also?"

Mitch got his first look at my evening gown and instantly remarked, "Stunning."

I just smiled and moved one foot forward to show off the thigh-high split in the sparkling dress.

He offered me his arm, which I happily accepted, curling my forearm around the smooth fabric of his tuxedo. Arm in arm, we walked toward the Grand Ballroom, blending with the dozens of other couples making their way to this special holiday gathering.

Occasionally Mitch would acknowledge others, offering his free hand and wishing each one a Merry Christmas. We entered the room, a massive space with a couple of hundred round tables spaced evenly apart and a large dance floor in front of the dais.

Mitch guided me toward a rectangle-shaped table and asked the two women seated there for our table assignment.

"Your name?" one of them asked.

"Mitchell Freeman, Chief of Staff for Senator Johnston," he replied.

"You're at table sixty-seven," she replied.

Table sixty-seven was in the back half of the ballroom. I'm sure all the freshmen senators were regulated to that part, as well as Mitch's employer being in the minority party at the time.

As we made our way to the table, I remarked, "They certainly don't spare any expense with decorations." Which included three ceiling height Christmas trees decorated with more glitter than necessary.

"Your tax dollars at work, hun," Mitch replied.

Each table had seating for eight, with name plaques indicating where each person was to sit. I took a seat next to the plaque Freeman, which read, Guest, then glanced at the other names. Senator Johnston and Mrs. Johnston would be seated across the table from Mitch and me, and we would be joined by Senator Harper and his wife along with someone named Smith and Mr. Smith.

Would you care for a drink, Angel," Mitch asked?

"I'd love a white wine spritzer," I replied, knowing I wanted to go light on the alcohol.

Mitch headed to the bar, leaving me alone at the table. While I waited, Mr. Smith and his wife arrived. She was a lovely short-haired brunette, her hairstyle obviously in keeping with her fast-paced job. She extended her hand and said, "I'm Senator Harper's Chief of Staff, and this is my husband, Rick.

"Nice to meet you; I'm Angel, Mitch Freeman's guest," I replied.

I'm Kathryn, but you can call me Kat," she offered as we shook hands.

"I need a drink," Rich announced and then dashed off toward the bar.

"Isn't he going to get you something?" I asked, wondering why he hadn't offered to get Kat a drink.

"He knows what I want. I'm a recovering alcoholic, so I stick to Diet Coke." Kat offered.

Mitch returned and, as he placed my spritzer in front of me, said, "Kathryn, nice to see you. Happy Holidays."

"Same to you, Freeman," Kat replied.

Mitch sat down next to me and lowered his hand below the table, giving my thigh a reassuring, gentle squeeze. I love his touch and would welcome every one throughout the evening.

While Mitch and Kat talked shop, Rick returned with a bourbon on the rocks and Kat's Coke.

I glanced at the nearby tables and noticed that none of the Senators had taken their seats.

"When do the Senators arrive?" I asked.

Kat laughed and then said, "This must be your first time at this gala,"

I just smiled.

"They're introduced individually and make a grand entrance after all the underlings are seated," she explained.

"Oh, I see," I replied.

"That's so we can all kiss their asses," Mitch offered.

A few minutes later, the MC for the evening's festivities began the introductions of the one hundred most influential politicians on Capitol Hill, in alphabetical order, much like how they are called upon when voting in the Senate.

Those senators with the most extended terms took their seats at the dais table. When Senator Johnston was introduced, I got my first look at the woman I'd replaced when he and Jimmy fucked me after the election in November. Mrs. Johnston was a portly woman standing about five feet tall. Her dress was far too tight and showed off the shape of a woman my exact opposite. Her silvery gray hair, while nicely styled, did nothing to hide her advanced age.

As they approached the table, Johnston first shook Senator Harper's hand then offered his hand to Mitch and Kat, not bothering to shake hands with the remaining guests at our table. However, he looked me over carefully, which I assumed he was recalling the hours we spent with his aide Jimmy.

"Merry Christmas, June," Mitch said to Chuck's wife. She smiled and returned the greeting.

Once Senator Zinn was introduced, the wait staff quickly began serving the appetizer course a light salad with several dressing options.

Conversation at our table was light, the senators discussing some pending legislation with their Chief of Staff, leaving the remaining four people to make small talk.

Rick seems most interested in talking with me for obvious reasons, "How long have you know Mitch?" he first asked.

"Let's see, I first met Mr. Freeman about six months ago," I answered.

It seemed like Rick was doing some mental calculations while he paused but finally asked, "That was about the time his wife left him."

"I suppose so," I replied.

"Isn't that interesting," Rick said.

I placed my hand on Mitch's hoping he'd pull himself from the political conversation he was involved in and rescue me from what I assumed would become a game of twenty questions from Rick, who was clearly sizing me up for a companion to fill the hours while his wife was tied up with Senator Harper business.

Mitch must have had one ear on Rick and my conversation because he turned away from Senator Johnston and Harper and said, "We having fun yet, Angel?"

I just smiled, leaned toward him, and whispered, "Not as much fun as later."

Mitch turned his hand over and gave mine a gentle squeeze, acknowledging that he was looking forward to that fun later.

Even though the assembled group included many higher-ups in Washington, the meal was the usual banquet cuisine, a rather bland stuffed chicken breast, green beans, and roasted red skin potatoes. I picked at my food, knowing Mitch and I could order room service later if we wanted a snack after sex.

I had little chance to seriously flirt with Mitch during dinner, but as soon as the music started, I seized the opportunity asking him, "Dance with me."

Once other couples on the dance floor surrounded us, I let my body melt against his and began my verbal seduction saying, "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

Mitch turned his lips to my ear and whispered, "I've been looking forward to that for weeks."

I moved back enough so he could look down at my silky-smooth cleavage, then said, "I wanna watch your rock-hard cock slipping between my soft tits."

"Yes, and beyond those sexy lips," he answered.

As the song ended, I smiled at him and asked, "How long do we have to stay?"

He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Don't know, this is my first time."

We walked toward our table, and I could see that Senator Johnston had his eyes focused on us, or me, I assumed. I, on the other hand, had my focus on getting Mitch Freeman alone.

I decided that needed to happen sooner rather than later and leaned toward Mitch so I could whisper in his ear, "I have a splitting headache."

He glanced toward me and replied, "I'm sorry to hear that, Angel; perhaps we should leave."

"Something wrong, Mitch," Johnston asked.

"Angel's not feeling well. I'm afraid we might be leaving early," Mitch answered.

"I've got a splitting headache," I added with a friendly half-smile on my lips.

"Sorry to hear that Angel, I was hoping to get a spin on the dance floor with you later," Johnston replied.

"Perhaps next time, Senator," I answered.

Within minutes Mitch had said our goodbyes to the others at our table, and with my arm around his, we headed out of the party. Once safely in the hall, he slipped his hand to the small of my back and said, "Thanks Angel, I really hate being around them outside the office."

"I'm not surprised; they're all so phony," I answered.

"Always jockeying for the next step up the political ladder," Mitch added.

As we entered the elevator, Mitch turned to me, placed his hands on my hips, and said, "I'll be surprised if I make it through his first term. I'm not into all the backstabbing that goes on inside the beltway."

I reached up and circled his neck with my hands, and as I drew him closer to me, said, "Let's get on with the real reason we're together tonight."

His lips touched mine, and a spark of passion passed between our mouths. His kiss, as tender as any we'd ever shared, left me wanting more of him.

I stepped through the doorway to our suite and surveyed the room. A king-size bed the focal point of the room, but the small sitting area just in front of the windows looked nearly as inviting. Some sounds seem to flip my sexual switch, and the sound of the deadbolt closing signaled Mitch was mine and mine alone for the rest of the night.

I turned to face him, an inviting smile on my lips, but Mitch stood just inside the now locked door. A smile came to his lips just before he said, "You look more beautiful than ever before."

I wanted him, a return to his gentle touch, soft kisses, sensual expression that I'd not enjoyed since Mexico. He began to walk toward me slowly, but I held my hand out, stopping him in his tracks.

Ever so slowly, I undid the clasps and zipper that held my silvery dress to my body, his eyes following my every move. As I let the garment flutter to the floor around my heels, Mitch's eyes grew wider, and his jaw dropped. I was offering myself to him, my naked breasts, flat stomach, long sleek, firm legs. The only thing covering me was the tiny triangle of silver satin that hid my loins from his sensual stare.

"Oh my God," Mitch said as the vision of sexuality stood proudly before him.

"I want you, Mitch," I said as I stepped back from the puddle of glittery material at my feet.

He slowly moved forward, and as he did, one hand reached up and pulled his bow tie open. He didn't reach out to touch me, instead letting his eyes enjoy the features I'd just revealed to him.

"Let me undress you," I quietly suggested.

His broad smile served as a reply. He stood perfectly still before me; his eyes fixed on mine, a piercing gaze almost as if he was searching for the bottom of my soul.

I began by lifting his coat off his shoulders, letting it slid down behind, and after his arms were freed, I tossed the garment to the low bureau behind. The long black length of his bow tie was slowly pulled from around his neck, and I deposited that on the bed behind me, knowing that it could serve us in a more sexual way later.

I leaned forward, letting my naked tits brush against the brilliant white material of his shirt as I reached behind and undid the clasp of his cummerbund. His eyes remained on mine as I dropped the band of formal attire to the floor beside us.

"Am I going too slow?" I asked as I reached for his wrist to remove the first cuff link.

Mitch just smiled but kept his eyes glued to mine.

One by one, the studs that held his shirt closed were opened by my delicate fingers. With each one more of his broad chest was exposed to my soft caresses. Once his shirt was open to the waistband of his slacks, I skillfully undid the clasp of his pants so I could pull his shirt free, and in a moment of sexual urgency, I slipped the white garment off his shoulders.

As I drew my digits down from his shoulders over his chest and stomach, I invited my lover, "Touch me please,"

Mitch moved his hands to my hips and then slowly drew them up along my sides, stretching his thumbs inward across my stomach until they reached the bottom of my soft full tits.

His caress caused a twinge of sexual excitement deep inside as my body and mind recalled his gentle touch-first felt months ago in Cancun.

I watched as his soulful gaze finally dropped to my tits so he could visually confirm what his fingers were rediscovering.

"They are so beautiful," he softly remarked.

As my awesome lover became reacquainted with my body, I slowly moved one hand to his loins finding a semi-erect cock through the fabric of his slacks. I smiled, knowing that in a few minutes, I'd enjoy feeling his erection grow in my mouth.

I moved my hands up and drew his zipper down. Mitch clearly wanted to enjoy the same oral pleasure and moved his hands up, pressing his thumbprint against my taut nipples but continued up until his palms rested on my shoulders, a hint of downward pressure causing me to begin bending at the knees. As I squatted before him, I slid his slacks down around his ankles.

Mitch slipped his shoes off and stepped out of his slacks, his eyes now staring down at me, anticipating my first oral caress. His white cotton jockeys providing the only barrier between my moist lips and wet tongue and his semi-hard erection.

I leaned forward and softly kissed his cock head through the material, exhaling deeply over the protected flesh. I felt increased pressure from his fingertips resting on my shoulders, signifying he didn't want me to tease him with kisses and hot breath.