Katrina has been trapped for most of her adult life. She was manipulated into prostitution and then convicted for the murder of the pimp that had ensnared her. In a world where convicts are sold rather than incarcerated, Katrina is serving her 10-year sentence as the VIP room feature in the ritzy Westward Royal Hotel. She is at the service of whoever rents her gilded cage.
Her latest guest is someone she never expected, a shy, young millionaire, new to success, who treats her with respect.
Is her seduction a calculated plan to claw her way out?
Is his affection the simple infatuation of a lustful client?
Will their time together ever be more than a fantasy?
“Can I buy your next one?” asked a middle-aged man who slid onto the stool beside her. He wore a blue suit though he had removed his tie, clearly a business traveler looking to relax after a long day.
Katrina smiled at him. “It may cost more than you think,” she said, lowering her chin and remembering to lick her lips after she spoke. She held his gaze until he blinked, his eyes unintentionaly flipping down to her chest and then back into her blue eyes.
Her grin widened at his obvious arousal and she pushed her hair back over her right ear, revealing the diamond studs she wore as well as letting him see the O ring on her wrist cuffs.
He was stammering. “Oh re-really?” he licked his own lips and seemed to be out of breath. Katrina figured that he wouldn't last this hour, much less the night. She mischievously thought that she could get him to cum in his pants without touching him, right here using only the right words and movements.
She leaned in closer to him “I warn you, I can be very affectionate when the spirit moves me.” Her left hand slid off the bar and brushed his thigh. He let out a slight grunt. She licked her teeth and lightly slid her hand up his inseam until she felt hardness. She sat back in mock shock, darting her hand back to her glass which she lifted just enough to moisten her lips with the burgundy fluid.
“Looks like you can be quite affectionate too.” She arched an eyebrow. “I’d love to know how affectionate.”
The man stiffened, he pulled his legs together while he cleared his throat. “You mean, upstairs? I have a room.” he ventured.
She set her glass down “Ooooh, I’m sure you do, but you don’t have MY room.”
He looked confused at her. “We can go to your room.” he looked embarrassed and leaned in closer. “I, I have never done this before.” He glanced across the bar at a cluster of other businessmen who were talking to each other but repeatedly glancing at Katrina and her perspective Jon. “I don’t know how this works.” He sounded almost apologetic.
Katrina smiled reassuringly. “I’m a Premiere suite feature. Upgrade to my room and you get me for your stay.” She gestured to the bartender. “Just let him know you want to upgrade and he can switch your rooms. Hotel staff will move your belongings, like me, it’s all part of the service.”
The man seemed crestfallen, “I’m on per-diem, I can't put that on my expense report!”
Katrina sensed her effort falling apart.
“Oh, I get a lot of corporate clients. Just file the difference under Entertainment.”
He was pulling his wallet out, “I have cash, can’t we just…” he left the sentence trailing. Looking at the bills in his open wallet, she hardened her tone.
“I am a feature of the Premiere suite. I’m not a free agent. You need to deal with the hotel and I can tell, that’s not enough.” She laid her hand on his wallet and pushed it down and out of the way. “So expense the room, or pay with your own card, otherwise I will have to ask you to find another stool at this bar.”