Lady in red

After Monday, I was in regular communication with Kim, through email, text messages and some short telephone calls. Every interaction was about sex and her desirability. Monday's emotional outpouring was necessary but now I wanted her to let go and move on. I told her how much I wanted her. I sent her erotic pictures. I asked her about her fantasies. And I asked her whether she would play a game with me. She agreed.

The game meant that we had to meet somewhere well away from where she lives, so that risk of getting recognised was negligible. The game was simple. I wanted her to pretend that she was a high-class "escort" and I would pretend to be a wealthy but shy businessman. The businessman had certain preferences that he found difficult to articulate but was known to tip heavily if his needs were met. We met in the bar for a glass of champagne before lunch.

One of my objectives was to get her to feel sexy, to feel sexual and wanted, despite not being happy with her shape or weight. Under the pretext of helping her to see how a high-class escort dresses, I sent her some links to escort sites populated by real women who do it for a mixture of the thrill and the cash. Some of the women on the site are very classy and some are not. Some are slim but many are not. Kim compares well enough against the majority. I urged her, look at their faces and their body language. Someone is sexy because of the way they act, their sexual confidence, I told her. Another objective, of course, was to see what she would be like as a whore, if I decided to turn her out for real at some point in the future.

I had told her that the fictional, shy businessman liked red. She she did not disappoint, in an elegant red dress that crossed over at the bust, a wide black belt hanging loosely on her hips, red high heeled shoes and scarlet lipstick. She must have been on quite a shopping trip. I couldn't wait to see what was underneath. She was marvellously in character from the start. As we went to lunch, she sashayed to the restaurant, turning heads and soaking up the lustful eyes of every man in the place.

"See how they envy me," I whispered into her ear. She smiled with pleasure.

Over dinner she stayed in role, confidently asking me about my background and my business, before moving on to enquire about my sexual preferences. I played along and enjoyed seeing her describe the range of acts that I might enjoy. She was very impressive. As indeed she was upstairs in the bedroom, resplendent in Marks and Spencer's finest red and black lacy brassiere, with matching thong and red hold-ups. A little more confidence and practice and I could get quite a lot for her.

It was me that broke my role play, tired of pretending to be shy and nervous. Kim and her play-character became one, as she sucked and fucked like a whore. When we were done,she laid back on on the bed grinning like a Cheshire cat. Sweaty and sticky, well-used, still in the now disarrayed underwear, she just grinned and grinned.

"By the way," I asked, "leaning close to her, "what did you make of Venus in Furs?"

"Horny, very horny," she said.

It was my turn to grin.

We will meet again on Friday, before I leave for a week in Las Vegas, where I will be the guest of The Gamblers who are playing their favourite tournaments in the World Series of Poker.