So I had a wonderful little virtual-tryst with a woman from this sub- I'll be publishing up her handle if she's ready and when I ask This was at response to a prompt on dirty pen pals- and it became rather entertaining. Hope you men like information technology too! There are some inconsistencies here and there, but I'm sure everybody can deal with it. We were horny guys. I get the drink order from the bar, placing it carefully on my black tray. Manhattan. I sigh, my feet are killing me personally, and the bars in my corseted top are digging into my sides. we walk over to the high-stakes table and lean slightly over your shoulder, placing a napkin at the advantage of the table and then drink you ordered. "Enjoy" I sensually whisper as my fringed skirt whirls around. I look at the clock, 20 more minutes. Just a couple of moments later on you flag me over when again, "Yes, sir, what can I do for you?" You don't respond, I can't read your face behind the dark sunglasses showing your poker face. You hand me a folded $100 costs and state absolutely nothing. "Thank you, sir, It's been my enjoyment serving you." I bow my head and turn towards the bar. I look at the Benjamin costs, tucked in is a space key with a simple message, "Don't play coy." When you arrive in my suite, I'm waiting for you. Nonetheless in my three piece match, we smile when you walk in, the temperature in my eyes already apparent. "You do realise, it's not polite to keep a gentleman waiting? Particularly when he awaits a goddess of the feminine kind such as yourself." we stand up respectfully and motion you to the sofa. Two manhattans and several trays of savory nibble decorate the table. "You must be exhausted after such a long time. we do believe you ought to alter into something a bit much more comfortable" we state softly, motioning towards a shopping bag on the part table. You open it up and see it contains a sheer black gown, stockings, a garter gear and and an equally sheer bra. "Put it on." we issue the order quietly, but there is no mistaking the steel in my voice. Or the lust. I look at you with a comprehension stare, slightly curt. Calling me a goddess one moment and purchasing me another. "Don't be Coy." the terms repeat in my brain. we take the bag and move towards the restroom.