Chapter 7: Lance POV

Wow, she is beautiful. And it is her first day. That is great because that means she has been broken in. I usually do not go for women her size but she looks like she can handle the things I want to do to her. I will go for it. My last fuck buddy could not keep up with me. She kept complaining her body hurt after I fucked her.

" Would you like to go somewhere quiet?", I asked. I wanted to get her somewhere quiet.

So, I can figure her out. She might be the mole I need to get information on this organization and Mistress Jackie. Kay walks me upstairs to a room that looks like its purpose is to confine the sounds of pleasures in between its walls. There is a California king-size bed in the middle of the room, with black satin sheets on it. The walls are covered with velvet wallpaper that is gold and black. The walk also has pictures of sexual positions. Positions I do not mind putting Kay in.

"Is this your room?", I asked.

"When I am here, yes, it is. You can take off your shoes and relax if you like", she said with a smile. She has a smile that will make a man give up all his assets.

"This is a lovely room", I said, trying to break the ice. I can tell she is nervous.

"Yes, this room was Mistress Jackie's sister's room", she said, with a hint of sadness.

"Seems like I finished my drink", I said to her.

"No worries, I can order you another. Can I get you some snacks as well?", she asked, smiling, taking my glass from me.

"Sure, order whatever you think is good", I said, undressing her with my eyes.

We sat and talked about random stuff. Kay seems really close to Mistress Jackie, which is good. She might be the perfect mole if only I could get her to be loyal to me and not Mistress Jackie. The food and drinks came from a man wearing a black bow tie, shirtless and only wearing slacks, with the same mask as the bartenders. Kay ordered chocolate-covered strawberries, lobster tartare, shrimp cocktails, and some other types of food.

" Would you like another old fashion or something else?", she asked.

"Old fashion is fine", I said, watching her.

I watched as she made me an old-fashioned drink. The way she is moving is like a dance I want to be a part of. I watched her as she added two bar spoons of simple syrup, three dashes of bitters, and Bourbon to a large rock glass. Kay has made this drink before. She stirs gently until the level of the ice and liquid equalizes.

Then gracefully add an orange peel over the glass, then add the peel to the drink as a garnish. I have never seen a drink made in such a sexual way. When she gave me the drink, I saw a credit card machine in the room. Then it came back to me that I was in a brothel as a client. So now is the time to start asking questions.

"How does this work? You know me here in this room with you?", I asked, taking a swig of the drink she made. And this drink is the best I have ever had.

"That depends on what you want. Depending on what you want will determine the price. I can take cash, a card, or both", she said nervously.

"If I wanted to sit, talk, and be in your presence what would it cost me?", I asked.

"On this night, to sit, talk, and be in my presence until the party is over will cost you twenty grand", she said.

"And how much if I want to pleasure you?", I asked with a smirk. I wanted to touch her and watch her come undone under my touch.

"You want to pleasure me? It is usually the other way around", Kay said with a giggle. Damn her giggle is sexy.

"Yes, I want to touch you, nothing more and nothing less. Name your price", I said in a serious tone.

"Touch me?", she said as a question.

"Yes, touch you sexually", I confirmed. I watched her as she thought.

"Thirty thousand dollars", she said.

"Deal", I said as I handed her my black card.

I noticed she didn't make herself a drink. I guess there must be a minimum drink allowed for workers. Which would make sense because too much drink can make or break financial negotiations. Mostly break them though, I have seen that a lot. Men go to strip clubs or make deals while getting shit-faced is stupid. I made a lot of deals that were beneficial to me because the other person was intoxicated.

But Kay seems good at negotiation. She tried to develop a connection and build trust with me while we were downstairs. She also paid attention to my behavior, such as eye contact, nodding, and smiling, to show she was engaged. Kay a deal where we both feel like we have won. She must have had some type of formal business education. Which I find odd because she works here. And I am sure she didnt learn that behavior here. Just by her demeanor, I can tell she would be a force in a boardroom. Tonight I will find out if she is a force in the bedroom.

We talk about clearly desired outcomes, boundaries, concessions, and value propositions. She told me her hard limits and what she is comfortable with. I watched her as she swiped my card and charged it the agreed amount. I have never been so happy to spend money a day in my life. After I sign the receipt, the fun will begin. I took off my jacket and rolled up the shirt sleeve. She stands in front of me and looks just as eager as I am. I know just the place to touch first.