June Gets Her Degree: Part 2
As dinner progressed, June gave me her personal account of her experience at the Scottsdale resort/bar. She told me that she had worn her little black dress, Victoria’s Secret lingerie, black thigh-high stockings and medium high heels. June said that she’d walked into the bar about eight o’clock, sat down on a stool, ordered white wine and began her two hour lesson. The bar patrons were a group of drunk golfers, a few couples and herself. She’d started watching CNN on the television when a elderly gentleman entered the bar. He was in his mid-seventies, well groomed and nicely dressed. He spotted June and walked over to where she was sitting. He asked, “Do you mind if I sit by you?” “No, sit down, my name is April” He identified himself as Brent, and explained that he was a company president looking for a branch location in the Phoenix area. The bartender came by for their drink order. Brent looked at June’s glass and Acıbadem Escort ordered a bottle of white wine and a glass for himself. He suggested that he and June go and sit in one of the curved booths where they would be more comfortable. Brent and June slid into the booth. Brent sat close and brushed against her breast. June said he’d looked at her like a horse breeder looking at a mare. They made small talk. She told him that she was a local who stopped in for a nightcap after going to an earlier dinner with married girlfriends. Brent listened to her, becoming bolder by brushing against her breast again and putting his hand on the inside of her thigh. Brent whispered to June, “I am alone here and looking for companionship. Sorry I am so bold, but would you spend the night with me?” June said she gave him a flustered look. Secretly, deep down inside, she was flattered, even turned Acıbadem Escort Bayan on, and had looked at Brent with a look of shock. “I don’t think so!” Brent pleaded, “I’d even pay you. Two hundred dollars for the night.” “Hey, I am not a working girl.” Brent went on, “Four hundred, six hundred, eight hundred for the evening…” June tried to calm Brent down. She whispered, “Slow down, fella. Recently, I have had some financial setbacks, so for seven hundred fifty dollars, I’ll give you the hand job of a lifetime. You’ll be the champion of the boardroom in New York. Take it or leave it. Your choice . If my air conditioning had not broken down, I would have walked out on you.” Brent thought a moment, then nodded his head ‘yes’ and grabbed the bottle of wine and proceeded up to Room 426. June said to Brent, “Seven-hundred-fifty dollars, up front.” Brent peeled off fifteen Escort Acıbadem fifty-dollar bills and gave them to her. She put them in her purse. “Let’s go. Where do you want it? Bathroom, flat on the bed, by the window, or where?” Brent went over to the closet and opened the door, exposing a full length mirror. He wanted to see June perform the hand job. June thought to herself, all guys are alike. June said that she’d started to get ready to give Brent the hand job. Brent said to June, “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” “I’ll take off my dress and bra. My panties are another two-fifty. “Your prices are high.” “I am not a pro, just a local with a broken air conditioner and short on cash. You got a bargain. I need money bad. A blow job would have cost two thousand, a fuck would have been three thousand and the entire night would have been five thousand.” June took off her dress and bra, placing them on the chair. Probably a good move as June did not know where Brent would fire his load. Brent’s eyes were locked on the June’s perfect breasts. He swallowed hard. During this time I was listening to June’s every word. I watched her facial expressions and noticed her voice inflections as she talked about her adventure.