SEALING THE CONTRACT

“My client has offered to arrange an escort to take her to dinner, an offer she was most amenable to as long as the escort was at least ten-years younger than her. Are you available at short notice Michael?,” my agent Ada asked.

“Tell me some more about her Ada, does she have any special requests?,” I asked as I scrolled through the pics of Jasmine smartly dressed in heels and an expensive brand name business outfit.

“Based on her pics she is an attractive woman, size 10-12, a hard nosed career professional, married it seems. My client has organised an open chit for the dinner and drinks in the best of the hotel restaurants. My client is prepared to pay for any extra entertainment that might help win the contract.”

When I arrived at seven-thirty I told the maitre de I was expecting to meet Jasmine here. “Ah, yes sir, here she is now,” he told me with a smile as he led us to a private booth.

Not really sure if I was there merely as dinner escort or potential sex partner, though as soon as I set eyes on her I hoped I was there as both, a dinner escort and a sex partner.

“You are a most attractive woman, your pics in your business outfit do not do you justices, I told her as I looked closely at her before we sat down. Immaculately coiffed long blond hair, and beautifully made up, wearing a black, above the knee, sleeveless dress, with a plunging neckline and high heels.

“In all my years in business I have never had dinner with a male escort. As a married woman I am not sure exactly what a male escort does or is expected to do in a situation such as this. Can you enlighten me Michael?,” Jasmine asked with a wicked, sarcastic smile.

“Tonight I am at your service, I am expected to behave as a gentleman would, and cater to your every wish and need.”

“After almost two days of backwards and forward negotiations it is wonderful not to have to talk or think about contracts, so don’t ask me anything at all about contracts,” she told me as we scanned the menu. “I want you to take control, order the wine and food for us Michael.

“As a forty plus married woman I find it flattering to be having dinner with a much younger man in a strange city. Last night I ate alone in my room,” Jasmine told me as she held my hand after the waiter took our orders and another waiter poured our wine.

“A wonderful choice of wine,” she told me as we flirted with our eyes. “I spoke to your agent Ada and asked her a few questions about you earlier. She was very complimentary about you, she told me you were a very popular escort.

“Are you able to tell me what a typical work day involves for you as an escort? Don’t be embarrassed, I am a big girl.”

“A typical day is more often a night appointment. Most of my clients are women in your age group. Business executives a long way from home, from overseas even, often with a minder of some sort in tow, female or male,” I told her as our entrees arrived and interrupted the conversation.

“You didn’t finish telling me what a typical work day involves Michael, do your clients expect you to have sex with them?,” Jasmine asked as we ate our oysters, the sexual tension ratcheting up.

“You exude sex appeal Jasmine.” I told her, avoiding her question as she smiled back

“Do you think so Michael?,” she smiled coyly as we held hands, flirting with our eyes.