Chapter 1
Stepping towards the grand entrance of Hotel Babylon I was thankful to be cooled by the light autumnal breeze that was whipping it's way through the winding city streets. Summer was coming to an end but my new business venture was slowly developing and budding into a very interesting and potentially lucrative off shoot of my existing personal shopping vocation.
This new offshoot of my business is still in its early days but came about when a former client, Naomi, who has since become a very close friend, paid for a certain extra service. She wished to explore her sexuality after an oppressive marriage, and I obliged.
My next client is offering quite a sizable sum for my uttermost discretion in helping her resolve a problem of a rather personal nature, one that she can't ask family, friends nor medical professionals to help her with. Most of my clients who come to me do need help, or at the very least assistance in some matter.
"Hey Chloe," Sarah greeted me as she opened up her ground floor hotel room door. "Come in, please." She was all dolled up and looking very glamourous after having spent a few hours preparing herself, not for my benefit but for her boyfriends.
"How's Billy doing?" I asked to make some small talk to ease any tensions she might have been feeling. Client's with complex needs often have quite conflicting feelings about asking for my help.
"He's really well, thank you Chloe, he's looking forward to seeing what we do today. I've got a few ideas that I think he might like!" Billy was her long distance, boyfriend who she had met a few times. He worked up north and could only get to Cardiff on occasional weekends, and when he did, they always booked the same room in the same hotel. This very room.
Sarah, is one of the clients that I really enjoy helping, this isn't my first visit to her and I would class her as a regular.
"Did you bring the camera? And tripod? And that funky light? I want these to look really good for Bill" I plopped the bags from a boutique upon her double bed and pulled out her requested items. Carrying clothing shopping bags back and forth was part of my cover.
I have a free pass entering many of the hotels, the reception and concierge staff all knew me from my personal shopping business, so frequenting lone women's bedrooms for several hours at time was covered by my alibi. I could only imagine how it must look for a random woman to come and go to various men's hotel rooms, then leave after a few hours. Women visiting women carries a lot less assumptions in this age, despite most women having at least a tiny slither of a bi curious streak.
"Where do you want to begin?" I asked, wanting to delve straight into the job. Both client's and myself seem to feel hesitatant before we start, so I do like to jump into action.
My role for the day was to help her to take photos of herself to tease her fella. "I want the lot today Chloe, I'm thinking plenty to tease initially for when he's in work, then we can build up to some I can send when I know he's in bed and ready for them." I listened to her specifications and ideas as I set up the camera and light, knowing she was going to enjoy.
I helped Sarah slide from her wheelchair and onto the bed, where she propped herself up upon the pillows and started to make herself comfortable.
Sarah had been involved in a serious car accident as a child which had left her without the use of her legs and wheel chair bound for the past 8 years. This hadn't stopped her from living life to the full, if anything, she embraced her situation. Somethings though were difficult to do alone, and this was one of them.
Still living with her parents, she couldn't ask them to photograph her in this intimate way. Her physiotherapist was, as she put it, 'far too sexy' and as much as she fantasized about him taking pornographic photos of her in various states of undress and in lewd positions, she thought it might cross a professional code or two. That's where I came into it, a friend who won't judge her for wanting to please her fella. I'm no professional photographer, but I have seen enough seductive photos on Toms laptop to know what hits the arousal button in men.
She unbuttoned her blouse slightly and posed for the camera,I snapped a few innocent shots with just a hint of cleavage. These shouldn't excite Billy too much, whilst teasing and offering a promise of what may come later.
"Can you pass me my laptop?" She nodded to the make up desk opposite the bed. I obliged. "I need a little motivation, just a reminder why I'm doing this." She said as she opened up and clicked around. "Come see." She patted the bed and beckoned me over.
"What you looking at Sarah?" I asked as I planted myself next to her, interested in seeing what tickles her fancy.
Nodding towards the screen she opened up a file. "Every time Billy cums, he films it and sends it to me. I'm nearly at 1000 clips since he started masturbating when we started talking."
"That's really impressive!" I chuckled at his sweet, but rather bizarre notion. She started to play a clip"Now THAT is impressive!" His manhood was considerably larger than Toms, but, I have to admit it didn't look nearly as cute or as tamable. I felt rather odd watching Sarah's boyfriend frantically stroke himself with a firm grip. The camera pointed down his belly with his bulging erubescent head in full center of the frame.
"I really like watching him play like this, he does it twice a day!" She proclaimed, as if twice daily was a lot, inwardly I smiled thinking about how Tom does it at least three times as much.
Still feeling a little awkward at sharing these personal moments, I glanced away from the screen and across to Sarah, her stare was fixated on Billy's sinewy length of throbbing hardness. "Watch!" She ordered whilst slapping her hand upon my thigh just as Billy called her name and convulsed in a spasm, his tight grip taking shorter but faster strokes as he squirted a few small streams of his viscous seed around his belly button. As much as it was a beautiful sight, I did prefer Tom's ejaculations, he produces waay more of the fun stuff.
"Very hot!" I squawked as the video shook whilst he reached for a tissue. "Why don't you leave a few of these playing on loop as we get started?"
Smiling a wide grin which forged a dimple in each cheak, she replied "I can do one better than that, pass the TV remote over will you? I'll cast them onto the telly!" This wasn't quite what I had expected, but it's always about what the client needs.
With Billy playing with himself on the widescreen UHD TV, Sarah unbuttoned her blouse fully exposing her hefty black bra, bit her finger and the photo shoot began.
As I took more and more pictures, Sarah found her mojo, aided by the rhythmic stroking and squirting of Billy and his poor camera handiwork. "Topless next I think!" Sarah proclaimed as she undid her bra to reveal her disproportionate breasts. They did not seem to match her delicate, dainty frame. The pale white of her bosom was a stark difference to her arms and upper chest and my camera took a while to adjust to the contrast.
Zooming in and focusing upon her erect nipple I reaslised how they matched her dainty frame, not at all fitting or suited to be on top of her beefy breasts. "Sarah, have you ever had a boob job?" I asked as my curiosity peaked.
"No," she hesitantly replied, "Don't you like them either?" I felt as though I had hit a raw nerve.
"No, not at all. You are beautiful, it's just that, well, I have to say they are huge." I answered, hoping I hadn't offended.
"Come on, give me a hand with my trousers." She unbuttoned the top button of her jeans and slid her fly down, my camera catching the fine movements for a great tease for Billy.
With Billy playing on the screen in the corner, I helped pull down her black denim under her bum and down around her emasculated legs.
Sarah had a strict rule about no touching, my role was not to stimulate her, simply to photograph her for Billy, and quite frankly this made a refreshing change from most of the others clients where my touch was required to help them reach their peak.
I gave her a knowing smile as I stood back to take a series of wide angle shots of her all naked bar her black lace panties.
I knew what was next to be taken for her list of photos, this was my third time snapping her selfies, and this was where the level of intimacy exceeded what family or professionals would be comfortable with. She gave me a sly, half cocked smile as she slid her hand down under the waste and of her panties and started to tease herself, slowly ensphering her pleasure button. As her hand raised and dipped under the black lace, I encroached closer trying to get the perfect shot.
"Have you photographed enough like this?" Sarah asked whilst her hand vigorously crested and curled along her covered womanhood.
"I'm about ready, you are so photogenic! I reckon we should proceed, if your ready?" I excitedly replied as I knew what was coming. I edged over to her and gently slid down and off her panties exposing her garmentless body bare for the camera to see.
I settled between her legs and angled the camera to capture her expertly manipulating her tawney, downy, soft flesh. This angle beautifully captured the moustness as she glided inwards, played and retreated; bound to send a double dose of testosterone straight to Billy's throbbing hardness.
She became wetter as she continued to play for the camera, files racking up on the memory card as I moved to her flanks for an alternative angle. "Pass me my handbag please Chloe!" She nodded to her bag besides the bed with her gaze still upon Billy's rather repetitive self stimulation and her fingers entertaining the pulsating core of her receptive body.
My excitement grew as I watched her artfully stimulate herself, I needed to nip my lip to prevent myself from passing comment about how I was feeling and what I wanted to do.
Her spare hand rummaged through her bag until she found what she was seeking and pulled out a dainty lipstick style vibrator. I guess living with her parents came with certain restrictions and a need to be descreat about her choice in toys. Apprehensivley, Sarah docked her little discreet toy against her distended clitoris, bitting her lip in pleasure as she moaned in carnal gratification.
I snapped away whilst perversely enjoying the show that she was putting on for Billy, who was still exposing his orgasmic squirts upon the big screen aiding her satisfaction. My panties progressively became damper as she tirelessly toyed and released gentle moans.
I was expecting Sarah to wind up her stimulation soon as during the last photo shoot, Sarah decided to call it a day at this point, knowing that there was enough good footage in the can to amply tease and stimulate Bill. Her eyes were wide shut and rolling as waves of endorphines flooded through her as her incognito implement intoxicated her intrinsic inner reality. Lost in the moment of self glorification and seemingly oblivious to my presence capturing her contentedness on camera, her momentm grew into a monumental masturbation mania.
Suddenly she released a trembling moan, tarnished with abashed mortification as her eyes were forced open during a tidal wave of agonising pleasure and she caught a glimpse of me witnessing her in her orgasmic state.
Due to biological need and not though free will, she continued to apply her magical touch upon the pertinent parts and rode the impending wave to it's ultimate conclusion.
An air of awkwardness filled the room, as I had seen something that she wasn't meant to show.
"Girl, you really know how to please yourself!" I said, trying to brake the awkward silence as the remaining spasms depleted through her body. I've noticed that this happens a lot in this line of work, guilt or embarrassment, or a combination of the two fill the post orgasmic vacuous void, the brain searching for the correct emotion to sandwich into the gulf. What should be love and fidelity is misplaced due to the absence of the correct life partner.
I couldn't tell if her rosey cheeks were glowing due to her embarrassment or an after effect of her petite mort. "I'm sorry I got carried away Chloe, it was never my intent for you to see me do that. I just got a little too..." She paused and covered over her satisfied groin with a cream bed throw, "rather carried away."
I gave her her bra, t-shirt and a huge grin, "Don't you feel bad, you looked awesome. You did it for Billy so there's nothing to be ashamed about, we all do it. Come on, let's get you decent and sort the dull side of things out."
Flicking off her laptop, Billy faded off of the TV screen with one final up stroke, and she hastily dressed her top half. "Give me a hand here," she nodded towards her legs "Panties first!" I swiftly obliged in helping.
"You'll have to have a good look through these and sort out the best ones, I'm purely playing the numbers game here." All the pics would probably excite her fella, but some seemed to excel at capturing her cute facial expressions of pleasure better than others. Of course, some exceptionally depicted her intense pleasure that would have Billy's large cock squirting time after time.
I began copying the photos from the camera onto her laptop for her to peruse at her pleasure. As they were copying over, she opened a folder of photos. "I guess I have nothing to hide from you now Chloe, not after you saw me do what I just did, come, we took these last weekend when he was down." She started a slide show of photos which initially showed Sarah and Billy enjoying a day out, but, they became less innocent as the day progressed.
"You didn't? Not near the boating lake at Roath Park!" I exclaimed.
"Don't worry, no one saw me suck him off." She cheekily replied. Thankfully, my files had copied over just as her photos took a turn for the wrong side of pleasant for my liking.
My job here was done, Billy and Sarah both benefited from my help today, Sarah acquired the means to please her boyfriend in their long distance relationship, and Bill would love his photos.
Sarah settled up and we said our farewells. I needed to visit the chemist on my way home to pick up a little something for Tom.
