Sensitive Information
This is a brief glimpse into the life of a high priced whore. This call girl's real name will remain unknown to you, but her professional name is Sasha Golighty. She is a Red Panda that was born into a family of Korean immigrants and was raised in the Great Britain. She got into prostitution mainly a way to pay for her college, and partly because she loves sex. Today is a big day for Sasha Golightly. She gets up early, just to try on the new skin tight leather pant-suit -- making sure everything is in place.
The slim yet shapely rare Panda pulls the black leather suit out of her ridiculously expensive armor and eyes it over carefully as she lays it on her bed. Her stomach clenches with nerves, the man who paid for this season has spent enough effort of thought in this as the average bride does in planning her wedding. Sasha drapes the outfit over her body and decides that it would still fit her perfectly. Pleased in her power to stay the same weight, Golittly slinks off into the bathroom to prepare for her client. She does her usual retinue, as most any other woman do: she takes a shower and cleans her teeth.
She drapes her naked body on the bed and waits for her fur to dry. After some time had elasped, it is now time for the real preparation to begin. Sasha digs through her travel sized "fun bag" and pulls out a strap-on clit vibrator, and harnessed it around her thighs while pressing the stimulator to her clit, a faint moan escapes her lips when she turns the stimulator on and leaves it at a steady low setting, just enough to get her going and not enough to get her off. She finds it better to arouse herself before you see the client. While jellied hot pink sex toy played with her high-priced womanhood, Sasha fished around in her various lingerie drawers, looking for something that screamed "femme fatale." These pair of thin black laced underwear suited her needs, she slipped the dainty panties over the stimulator and cupped her perky c-cupped breasts with the French bra.
Before sliding on her clothes and into character, Sasha had one last detail to see through, she pulled out a popular brand of men's deodorant stick from the bottom of her sock drawer and rolled it under her arms. It is bad practice to have your male clients going home smelling like a woman. Now, with all the boring details taken care of, Golightly squeezed into the form fitting leather pants and zipped up her leather top, leaving it open enough to show just the right amount of cleavage to excite the imagination. Sasha could now feel her womanhood swelling a becoming wet with excitement, she slid her tiny panda paws down her pants and unlatched the latch that rested on her top hip, the pants were so tight that you could see every outline of her lithe fingers as she moved about. She shoved her hands lower and un-did the other latches, and finally moved her hand between her nether-lips and pulled out the still vibrating toy. Her face flushed red and she released a heavy sigh when her pants forced her to push the toy into her sensitive nob of flesh at the top of her vagina and accidentally turned up the speed. Just for a second her eyes crossed and she pushed her hips once into the flurry of excitement that plusated on her clit. A few seconds of fun is all that she allowed her self to have, and moaned a tiny groan as she finally pulled the expensive toy out of her pants, switched it off and placed it back into her hand bag of bliss.
While she snapped the bag closed she heard the door bell buzz in her "professional" hotel room, her heart skipped a beat and she quickly dug two pair of handcuffs out from underneath her bed and shoves them into a pair of black leather ankle high boots, puts the shoes on her feet and hurriedly clip-clopped her way to the security nodule in her kitchen. Sasha pressed a button and the video camera on her front door switched on.
"Tindall Shoemaker?" Sasha asked with the most casual voice as she could manage as she gazed at an image of a 30-something male deer dressed in everyday entire standing in the hall wall of a posh apartment building. He looked up unknowingly into her camera and fiddled with the sleeves of his navy windbreaker.
"Y-yeah, this is Tindal. Can I come up?" He studdered just for a moment, she could tell that he was trying hard to hid his "deer caught in the headlight" look. This was obviously the first time he has been with a prostitute.
With a cheery voice, "Of course, love. I'll ring you up." Sasha pressed another button and unlocked her front door. A few seconds later the door knob twists, the door opens, and a tall Stag walks in.
The Stag was about six and a half feet tall, muscular and had a fluffy white pelt of fur on his chest that was practically bursting out of his pale blue tee-shirt. Sasha flashed a homely grin at Tindall and made a gesture towards her Victorian styled sofa. She noticed that the Stag could not stop scanning over her body, she could almost hear the deer's nervouse heart pounding in his chest. With a warm voice she asked her guest to take a seat on her sofa. The Stag gulped and sat on the middle cushion, Sasha joined him, sitting a few inches away from her client.
The Stag looked around the room, in his left hand he clutched a chrome colored suitcase and sported a wedding ring. Tindall gave Sasha a quick glance, "Did you get all of my instructions?" He asked while his hand squeezed at the suit case handle -- fiddling must be his nervous tick.
Sasha giggled, "Yes, everything will be just how you ask--"
"Good, good." Tindall cut her off and began picking through his coat pocket, after a few seconds he produced a brown envelope, inspects it carefully and begins to nod to himself.
"I believe this is the amount I was asked to bring." He hands Sasha the packet, and the panda slowly takes it out of his hand.
"I'm sure it's all in order." Sasha replied, laying the packet of money on the coffee table.
The Stag quickly stood up and looked down at Sasha, "Do you mind if I use your loo to get ready?"
"Oh, no, certainly. Go right a head." Sasha politely stood up and watched as Tindall muttered a few unintelligible words of thanks whilst quickly trotting off into her bathroom, suitcase in tow.
While her client was getting ready, Sasha took the time to get all her ducks in the row -- as it were. She made a quick call to her agent to let her know everything is fine, she brought a bottle of vodka and grenadine out of the fridge while discretely laying a vile of "poison" behind a ceramic dragon that her girlfriend had gave her.
Just as soon as she hid the vile of fake poison behind the gifted oriental dragon, Tindall threw back the bathroom door with a suave dramatic air about himself that can only be describe as James Bond-esque. He was wearing a smart black suit and a crisp white shirt with shiny black Oxford styled dress shoes. He was confide and wore a serious, yet curious expression on his face. He took cool strides towards Sasha and stopped just a few inches from where she stood in the living room.
"So we meet again Anya?" Tindall's brown Stag eyes drifted along the smooth curves of Sasha's body, lingering on her breasts and then in her dark eyes.
Sasha cleared her throat and turned into her Russian spy character: Anya. "Da, so it would seem that we have business yet again Tindall." Sasha reached one hand up to meet her long auburn red hair that she had modeled after the femme fatale villian, Poison Ivy, from the Batman comics and twirled it playfully around her index finger as she walked behind Tindall's back and wrapped her free arm around his neck
Sasha brought her face close to the deer's ear and whispered hotly, "You know the drill of these meetings," she lightly bit his ear and ran her hands down his sides. "You must be frisked."
She didn't wait for him to reply she got on her knees and ran her hands down the outline of Tindall's strong deer legs. From behind she pushed her mits up the front of his calves, slowly tracing up passed his knees and slowly danced across his thighs. Resting her hot little hands on either side of his pelvic bones, she swiftly dipped her paws between his thighs. Rubbing up and down ever so slowly with increasing pressure, she could feel the untouched crotch of his pants grow tight with anticipation. She briefly brought both her hands up and brushed across the front of his pants, bringing a low moan out of the man's throat.
Grinning, Sasha stood up, "You passed the test. Now come, let's have drink." She walked back in front of the British spy and poured her martini, her back facing him.
"How do you like your drink, Mr. Great Britain? Dirty?" She purred while coolly turning her head to look back at him, while she began to pour the second "special" drink.
"I do love something dirty." The man said as he took a set in a wing-backed chair, flashing a flirty grin.
Chuckling a low evil laugh, "That's my boy," Sasha's words had a malevolent smack to them that was lost on the deer's part and his blind trust. Her eyes gleamed with delight at this fact and she began to silently twist the top off the clear vile and emptied it's mysterious contents into Tindall's glass.
"Now, to business." Golightly pipped up in a heavy stereotypical Russian accent and handed the Stag his drink.
"To business." Tindall replied and slipped a generous helping of dry martini through his lips and watched as "Anya" sat on the arm-rest of his chair and gazed down at him.
The panda took tiny sips of her drink, enjoying the alcohol and watched as her prey's eyes began to bulge out. The poison is fast acting.
"W-what have you done to me?! I feel so... dizzy. You, poisoned my drink you witch!" The world renowned spy made a lunge at the mysterious red head, but lost his footing and hit the floor. Anya bent down and grabbed both of the buck's arms and dragged him to her bed.
"Don't you know better than to trust a Russian, Mr. Shoemaker? You're ignorance has placed you at my mercy." At this point Tindall's eyes were rolling in the back of his head, while muttering protests, and trying to push himself away from her. But it was too late for him, with a few grunts the Red Panda managed to pull the deer onto her bed and climbed on top of him.
She quickly sprawled his arms back over his head and cuffed them with the cuffs that she had hidden in her boots to the metal polls that made up her headboard. Straddling his pelvis with her knees, she laid her torso onto of his and ran her hand roughly across his chest, ruffling the fur under his shirt as she did so. The male's face lit up with red as he flushed with sexual tension, he turned his face to the side, fighting his desire to give in to his seductress -- the poison must be getting to his "second head."
"No, I won't give in to your games. I won't allow you to get what you want!" The Stag arched his back "inadvertently" pressing the crotch of his pants into the panda's vaginal area. This only amused the Russian more, and she playfully bit down on her bottom lip as she pushed the deer fully back down on the bed.
"I'm afraid that is not possible, British spy. You are already subjective to my whims." Her teeth nipped lightly at his neck while her hands traced the inside of his coat and fumbled onto a long envelope. Her small fingers wrapped around the package and stealthily pulled it out of his pocket.
Holding the note in front of Tindall's face with a mischievous grin, she read the red letters that were stamped onto the crisp white envelope. "Sensitive Information, eh? I know you wouldn't come to my humble abode empty-handed, Mr. Shoemaker. Now that you were kind enough to give me top secret information, allow you to repay you with good old fashioned woman's warmth." Sasha nuzzled his neck sweetly as her words ran like bitter-sweet honey in Tindall's ears. She could feel the drugged out deer begin to writhe against his restraints, Sasha threw the envelope carelessly in the floor, directing all of her attention onto the "matter at hand."
"You bitch! You double-crossed me, don't think this will go un-noticed by my company!" All of the deer's blood rushed furiously to his face, coloring his skin with a deep crimson hue underneath his now sweaty fur.
Ignoring the deer's futile pleas, Sasha opened her jaws and massaged the flesh at the base of Tindall's neck with her hot little mouth, her left hand slowly tracing down the center of the deer's upper torso. Her hand caught hold of the button of his pants, she slipped her fingers underneath the material and explored the fiery flesh down below.
The sensitive muscle that rested on the deer's pelvic bone twitched to the light touch of "Anya's" hand. Tindall squirmed as a strange tickling sensation jolted through his body. "Please, Miss. You've had your fun, let me go now." Tindall laid on his English accent thick, hoping that it would charm this cold-heartened Russian into letting him. Using your British accent to charm the enemy is apart of the basic training in British Intelligence, after all (they are crafty devils).
"Foolish boy, your accent has no power over my icy Russian heart, it has cirrhosis from all the vodka I drink." Sasha dug her teeth into the Brit's neck and sucked on the flesh passionately while delving her hand into her prey's silk underwear. Her hand radiated with her captive's heat, she heartlessly ignored the man's pulsating hard on and slipped her fingers into the deer's inner upper thighs and lightly traced the tips of her fingers around the Stag's balls. The deer threw back his head and bit his bottom lip, still fighting his primordial instinct for sexual satisfaction. Sasha slowly kissed a trail to the top button of Tindall's dress shirt and tugged at the warm plastic with her teeth, while she traced her index finger over the center of his balls, feeling the feverish flesh quiver at her touch.
Tindall began to pant heavily, now giving into his desires as this Russian witch has her way with him. Sasha's fingers wrapped tightly around the smooth shaft of the deer's member and began to administer steady, firm pumps on his lengthy organ, every so often she would accidentally poke the still clothed penis against her leather clad vulva. The panda moaned and began to undo the buttons of Tindall's shirt with her experienced teeth. Continuing her steady paced strokes on the deer's shaft, she would stop and massage the uncut foreskin whenever she succeeded in popping another button lose from its confides.
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Second button, teeth clasped round the manufactured plastic, her hand feverishly pumping the man's erection, her tongued pushed against the button and quickly freed it from it's prison, her fingers nimbly rubbed tight circles around the flushing foreskin and she lowered her head to free the third button. Tindall groaned and pumped his hips with the motion of the panda's rhythm, "A-ahhhhh, Anya. This is w-way -- Mmmm." His sentence was cut short when the Russian popped lose another button and her fingers circled the foreskin yet again, bringing pre-cum to the surface. Sasha giggled with amusement and gripped the shaft tightly once more and began stroking him underneath his clothes while she slowly undressed him, she placed some of her weight on the deer's legs so he wouldn't pump his hips too fast in her hand, she wanted to delay his orgasm for as long as she could.
Hours seemed to pass by and finally the woman panda was on her last button, Tindall now trembled uncontrollably with desire. The Russian spy still pumped the deer steadily with her hand while she took her sweet time in undoing the last button of the crisp shirt. When the last button was freed she rested her head on the Stag's muscle rippled abs and looked at him with sultry eyes, her hand gripped Tindall's shaft tighter and her strokes slowed, she gently lunged her head above the British spy's face and lend in for a kiss. Tindall gasped, his tongue exploding into her mouth they both were enthralled in a lustful tango. "Anya" released the deer's tortured penis and encircled the Stag's right nipple with her fingers. Pinching them tightly and undulating them roughly -- a masochist's wet dream. Taking the deer's bottom lip in her mouth she sucked on it, while her other free hand slapped the top of the nightstand next to the bed, searching for the condom that she had laid out the night before. Finding it she pulled back from the kiss and resumed her straddling position on the deer. She looked down on the male as she tore open the condom case, Tindall's member was throbbing behind his dark colored pants and made the fabric jump every few seconds. The deer's brown and white fur glistened with sweat and his hips bobbed uncontrollably with passion.
Sasha's clitoris has swelled with painful delight and shimmered with lust. Taking a few deep breathes, the panda pulled the rubber out of its packet, undid the zip of the Tindall's pants and rolled the condom onto the deer's shaft.Sasha felt the deer's rough tongue flit explore every area of her swollen womanhood while sucking on her flesh at the same time, her eyes crossed and she breathed with a trembling breath and forcefully pushed Tindall's face away from her.
"No," Anya's voice was stern, "You are my guest. I do all the verk here... Now sit back and take it, you little bitch." Anya pinned the males shoulders down hard against her mattress and hopped back, straddling the deer's exposed member and lowered her body enough to part her lips with the tip of the Brit's penis. Rocking her hips up and down, she rubbed the tip against the front and back of her vagina her body aching for penetration the entire time. Tindall pumped his hips up against her, yearning to be and feel her hot insides.
Sasha threw her head back and gripped Tindall's long member and pushed it inside her, her taunt vagina hugged it tightly enough for her to feel the organ pulsing with anticipation inside her. She lowered herself as far down as she could go on the deer's penis, her vagina wrapped around the base of Tindall's manhood... Sasha began to draw long and hard pumps on the deer, groaning with every move of her body. She gripped the handsome Stag with her paws while she nearly pulled the organ out of her and then slammed it back inside of her. Tindall arched his back intensely and threw his hips at Anya, the fire growing in his penis became unbearable with every half second.
Sweat made her fur stick to the leather top that she still had on, she unzipped it with one fluid motion of her hand and threw it on the floor and ripped the bra off, tearing it in several places. She pinched and pulled at her left nipple, her boobs bouncing with the intense pumps that she was drawing on the deer's member. Juices ran down the male's balls, and her insides squeezed around his shaft, she bounced on the base of his penis, pushing it a far as she could inside her and nearly screamed with pleasure at every thrust. Their bodies were in-tuned as one, both nearing climax, Anya bounced faster and faster swear pouring from every pour in her body, while every muscle in Tindall's body tensed up waiting for sweet release.
They could feel it now, the borderline of an orgasm. Sasha was like a stream train, bouncing 6 times a second and Tindall was just wishing that he could endure just a little longer.
A few seconds later....
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Sasha's eyes went cross and Tindall's vision became fuzzy, they both came hard at the same time. Anya's vagina contracted against Tindall's member while it filled the condom with its white seed. Anya's head spun and slowed, but not stopping her pumping. Tindall's body collapsed, while his penis gradually grew soft. Finally, the Russian spy stopped her administrations and pulled herself off of Tindall, laying next to him on her bed, panting and red faced.
They both laid there speechless for what seemed like half and hour until they caught their breath.
"So.." Tindall pipped up, "What got you into the world of prostitution?"
"I like sex." Sasha replied. "what got you into the world of purchasing prostitution?"
"I like sex." Tindall replied.
They both laughed, and Sasha swished her poofy red and white tail.