Soon, they were inside room 12. Melissa slung her bag and coat down on the only chair in the room, then sat down on the bed.
‘So what can I do for you, Paul?’
She stressed the last word, as if she knew it was a lie.
‘I’m all yours.’
She smiled a broad, sexy smile, full of mischief. Tony was surprised to feel a twinge of desire for this acquiescent plaything and sat down on the chair to hide the beginnings of an erection.
‘I like to watch,’ he replied as calmly as he could. ‘Why don’t you do your thing for a while and we’ll take it from there?’
She looked at him curiously. Then:
‘It’s your money, honey,’ she replied, shrugging.
Taking the hint, Tony reached into his wallet and pulled out £150. Pocketing it, Melissa lay down on the bed.
‘Do you want me to keep my boots on, while I…’
‘Yes.’
‘Good. I like it better that way.’
Melissa let her hands wander over her body. She had a muscular, toned physique that was certainly fit for purpose and the more she got into it, the more Tony desperately wanted to look out of the window. It was absurd really. He knew he had to play the part and keep his eyes glued to her. He knew, in spite of his now full erection, that this was just part of the job, a set-up designed to yield valuable information. And yet he still felt extremely uncomfortable, the level of his arousal surprising and alarming him.
As Melissa feigned her way to climax, she urged him to get involved, to treat her how she deserved to be treated. Tony had to think on his feet to avoid physical contact, instead firing off a volley of obscenities to bring her to ‘orgasm’. She was a good actress – anyone listening in would have assumed she’d just had the greatest sexual experience of her life. Afterwards, she re-clothed herself, shooting a look at the cracked clock on the wall.
‘You’ve still got ten minutes left, baby – do you want me to suck you off?’
‘I’m fine. Can we talk?’
‘Sure. What you want to talk about?’
‘I wanted to ask if we could do this again.’
‘Of course. I’m always up for fun.’
‘You been doing this long?’
‘Long enough.’
‘You like it?’
‘Of course,’ she replied. Tony knew she was giving him the lie she thought he wanted to hear.
‘Ever have any trouble?’
‘Now and again,’ she replied, not looking him in the eye.
‘How do you deal with it?’
‘I’ve got ways. But usually there are other girls around.’
‘To keep an eye out for you?’
‘Right. Do you mind if I use the loo, honey, I’ve got to be out again soon.’
