Chapter 6

Angela downed several shots of spirits from a hip flask for some Dutch courage before entering the hotel. She messaged Fatima who told her she would meet “Alan” in the lobby of a smart hotel next to the less prestigious hotel he had booked. The smart hotel did not take kindly to outright sex work but would not object to “dates” in their lobby.

Angela closed her eyes. She thought of Daniel, thought of the money, thought of how normal this kind of work was for so many girls. She thought of how big a city London was and told herself to just enjoy herself as a beautiful sexual young woman.

Angela tried to exude confidence as she entered the hotel lobby, her high heels clicking against the polished floor. The sparse surroundings offered a sense of privacy, adding to the anticipation of the meeting. Following instructions, she settled at a table near the piano, surveying her surroundings with a nervous eye behind the façade of control.

Her attention was drawn to a figure across the room—a bald, plump man clad in an expensive suit that failed to conceal his insecurities. Despite his outward appearance of wealth, he seemed meek and nervous, struggling to maintain eye contact as Angela locked eyes on him. Edward Pembroke looked at her then turned away, before glancing back again.

Angela offered him a warm smile, sensing that he was the man she was here to meet. Edward Pembroke couldn’t help but respond to her genuine warmth, captivated by her beauty and the maternal aura she exuded despite her youth. Angela’s eyes brightened and her cheeks creased as her smile widened. She waved and gave a look to the empty chair in front of her. Pembroke took a deep breath and walked towards her.

“Hello Alan, I am Sara, I’m your date, I think?” She giggled at him and stood up as he approached. Her

demeanor put Pembroke at ease, and he finally smiled, pushed his glasses back up his nose, and held out his hand.

“Hi, yes I am ... Alan...” he stuttered. This “Sara” was one of the most beautiful women he had ever set eyes on. He found it hard to imagine she was anything but genuine, she sounded like a teacher greeting a little lost child. In her heels, she was taller than him, and he could not help staring into her coal-black pools of eyes and forgot to say anything else.

“Well this is a fun place” giggled ‘Sara’ “you have good taste.” She remembered Fatima’s guidance. “Now, I think you should get both of us a drink before anyone says anything.”

Pembroke stuttered and started to walk towards the bar. “No don’t worry” Aangela touched his wrist. “Relax, someone will take our order. Le’s just sit down first.” She sat down and Pembroke followed. He had done this many times, but this was the first time he planned to secretly record the encounter, which was, he realised, illegal. She was also the most beautiful girl he had met so far and did not give off the whoreish vibes of the girls he had met previously.

A waiter approached, and Pembroke ordered two glasses of prosecco. Angela remained impassive and smiling. She noted he seemed very nervous and was not very good-looking. She felt a little sorry for him. She was a little relieved he was so nervous and harmless, she had thought she would meet a wealthy pig or coke-fuelled banker who would want disgusting things or rape her. She felt she could control this ‘Alan’ and give him a good time. She crossed her legs and felt the heat in her pussy in anticipation of playing with herself in front of him.

“So Alan, what do you do?” she asked. She reasoned that he probably could not murder her now, there would be too many witnesses.

“I work as a banker...” mumbled Pembroke. “I mean, in finance, it’s OK, a bit boring ... I do this for fun you know...”

Angela could not see his eyes very well behind his odd glasses. She wondered if he had a sight defect. She had never heard of glasses that could record videos so did not suspect anything. Pembroke had not yet turned them. The cameras in the hotel room were primed and would turn on when detecting motion so would come on as soon as they entered the hotel room next door.

“I am a tourist myself” lied Angela “I like to travel and meet people.”She wondered how to turn the conversation sexual. She was aware they were an odd-looking couple. She feared someone might see her and suspect something even though London was so big. “Don’t be paranoid” she told herself “just enjoy yourself”.

Pembroke fidgeted. He just wanted to go to the hotel room and prayed the drinks would soon arrive.

After a tortuous minute, a waiter brought both glasses over. Angela giggled and smiled at him and toasted him. She surprised herself at how easy this was so far, he was so intimidated she felt fully in control. She downed her drink, and so did Pembroke. “Shall we go?” giggled Angela.

Pembroke nodded, got up, and went to pay at the bar. Angela walked out of the exit to wait. She felt the eyes of several men on her. The curse of being so beautiful was that she would always be noticed. The jealous city boys whispered to each other that she was likely an escort. This was painfully confirmed when Pembroke ambled out and they walked alongside each other. The city boys smirked at the incongruous couple but also jealous, knowing they could not afford a woman like that.

They walked past the receptionist, a young woman who immediately understood the situation. Angela tried to remain composed and told herself this would be the last person other than the client who would witness this encounter. They did not talk until they got into the hotel room.

Inside, there was a bottle of wine, some glasses, condoms, and a fully set hotel room. Angela took a breath and then said “OK, why don’t you take your clothes off and let me get ready.”

Pembroke surreptitiously clicked his glasses on. “Sara” in front of her was still distractingly gorgeous. He saw her take a look around the room and felt reassured that she did not seem remotely suspicious and would not guess that currently, six different cameras were recording her for posterity from different angles. He kept his eyes on her, not just to enjoy her, but to maintain the recording of her, as she disrobed.

Her smile remained as she unbuttoned her shirt, peeled off her bow, and revealed her toned abs and pert breasts cupped in a lacy red bra. Her arms and torso were toned and did not show any fat other than the peachy globes bursting to get out of the wiring.

She placed her hands behind her back, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to her ankles. Stepping out, her long legs shimmered with the last rays of sunlight coming through the curtains and between her legs. Her red panties clung to her crotch and Pembroke gazed hungrily up and down, from her slim ankles, up her luscious legs and toned thighs, to her graceful throat and perfectly chiseled face. Her welcoming cheerful smile enabled him to meet her gaze, he could not remember the last time he had been able to stare into someone else’s eyes in a long time.

“Do you like it?” she giggled, turning around and placing the palms of her hand on each buttock.

“Yes, you are gorgeous!” Pembroke was not minded to talk much and also did not want his voice to appear much on any video. If this footage was going to go online, he would have to make sure his own identity was completely concealed.

Pembroke was lying on his back with his head propped up on the pillow, completely naked. He had not yet touched his own penis, but it was firmly erect. Aangela looked at the hairless body and saw that his cock was not uninviting. It was average size, and clean, and she thought to take it into her mouth but waited for an instruction.

“Can you...” Pembroke licked his lips, his mouth was dry “take your bra off, and ... play with yourself ... while still in your knickers standing there?” In his mind, he was imagining the view from the camera angles. One such view would be straight into her eyes from his glasses as she looked at him.

Angela liked the idea, she unhooked her bra solely, tossed it to the ground, licked her fingers, and dipped them beneath the waistband of her panties. The gusset was already wet, and she sighed as her fingers rubbed her pussy lips, one digging into the hole and the other rubbing the clit. Her other hand tweaked her nipples. Part acting, part real, she began to moan and bite her lips and smiled at Pembroke, who was tentatively gripping his own rock-hard cock.

Pembroke wanted to hear her speak but did not want the to and fro of conversation to be recorded, specifically, his own voice. “Tell me about what you want to do to me...” he said to her...

“I am going to ride you darling ... when I finish touching myself, I will ride that cock of yours, and make you cum all over me...” Angela was part tipsy, part horny, and part overcompensating for the nerves. She suddenly started to giggle. She whipped her panties off, still keeping her smiling face on Pembrokes, and clambered over him. Her eyes never left him as she took his cock in her hand, and then began licking it while stroking his balls. She started sucking harder, her other hand returning to her pussy to rub herself.

Angela did not mind Pembroke’s smell and began to think she could get used to this. She felt more like a performer than having anything done to her, he was so passive.

Eventually, she pulled her head up rubbed her erect nipples over his upper body, and drew her face close to Pembroke’s. After breathing into his face, she kissed him on the lips.

Pembroke was shocked, he had not been kissed like this in years. Her breath was so sweet, her lips tasted so good. His hands wandered all over her body. He felt the dimples on her lower back, the tautness of her thighs and buttocks and the soft fleshiness of her breasts.

“Let’s take these off...” she smiled and tried to grab his glasses.

“No ... er ... sorry they help me ... it is the light you see, not just my sight, I need to keep them on...” he panicked thinking she might notice the buttons on the glasses.