The job was top secret, her manager Andrew at the London escorts office said. She was to be at the airstrip at precisely 8pm wearing something slinky and easy to take off.

The job was top secret, her manager Andrew at the London escorts office said. She was to be at the airstrip at precisely 8pm wearing something slinky and easy to take off.

“Come on Andrew, tell me something about this job.”

Andrew laughed, “All I can say poppet is that you’re very likely about to join the mile high club if you weren’t already a member.”

“Okay but is it one john, two? How many?”

“Sorry sweetie pie, that’s all I know.”

“Damn.”

Cleo ran a brush through her long strawberry blonde curls, reveling in the soft silky caress as the strands tickled her ass. When she’d done her hundred strokes, it was time for makeup. A smoky eye, a red lip, tons of blush for that innocent look, six inch heels to make her legs seem longer and her short, clingy blue dress to bring out the color of her eyes. She was ready for this date.

The small airplane sitting on the runway didn’t faze her. The guards dressed in official uniform gave her pause. The way they searched her person and her bag so thoroughly was also slightly disconcerting.

Just who was on that plane?

Her question was answered as she stepped into the cabin where he sat on a white leather chair, smiling at her. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and then opening them again, wondering how this was real. A man in a black suit thrust a legal looking document at her.

“Sign here,” he said.

“What is it?”

“A non-disclosure agreement.”

“Oh.” She said heart fluttering as shit became really real, “Okay.”

She signed the paper shakily and then turned back to the man in the seat as the suit disappeared somewhere. The man’s fly was already open, his smaller than average penis erect and waiting.

“Well? Come on,” he said head inclined toward it. She put her purse on the table and walked toward him, a tentative smile on her face. Then kneeling down between his legs, she got to work.