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[ William had quite the displeased look on his face when he showed up to book a girl for the coming weekend. A last minute business trip meant that all of his usual picks were unavailable. But poor timing on his part didn't mean he felt any less entitled to have what he came for. Most others might have been turned away, but Mr. Spears was one of the owner's top customers, and he wasn't keen on losing the business. So, as consolation, he offered up one of his newest girls at a discount, making sure to mention that she had a little something 'extra' to her, if William was up for a bit of experimentation. It caused William to raise his brow, curious though quite positive he knew what the man was implying. ]

Show her to me.

[ Pleased that the info didn't immediately turn him away he called for the girl. ]

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[ What pulls up is nothing short of a luxury vehicle. The man who exits and approaches her introduces himself as Mister Spears' chauffeur and kindly extends a hand to help her to the car. And once she's settled, carefully packs her luggage along side his boss'.

The interior of the miniature limousine is certainly inviting with it's black leather seating, mood lighting and soft music. There's even glasses of champagne poured for both of them. William, hardly acknowledging the woman's arrival, is busy replying to an important email on his tablet. ]

You're a dear.

[ Once she's climbed into the vehicle, she leans over to touch her cheek to the chauffeur's with a 'mwah!' She settles in right beside William then, regardless of all the space that the limo has to offer.

Removing her sunglasses, she hooks them over the side of her back, heaving a satisfied sigh! She will most certainly help herself to one of those glasses. ]

This is quite nice, isn't it? [ A sip, and a purr of a hum! ] Is this your usual mode of transport, or is this a sort of business treat, hm~?

[ It's a minute or so before he bothers giving her a response, the email being far more important. But eventually, he shuts the tablet off, sliding it into the briefcase at his side. ]

Work provided. There is no sense in leaving my own car in the lot over the weekend.

[ He reaches for the second glass, taking a light sip before finally turning his eyes to her. The outfit is scanned up and down, and by the lack of dry commentary, it can be assumed he approves of it. ]

[ A good thing her responded in under five minutes, as she'd already become terribly bored, gaze wandering and tongue running over her teeth with impatience.

Shooting him a side glance, she warms up a bit, a smile showing through pursed lips. ]

Indeed. So, you must do some invaluable work, then. What's your profession?

Financial adviser.

[ Switching the drink to his other hand, he checks his watch, gauging just how much time they'll have before reaching the airport - and whether or not he'll test out his purchase before or after the flight. ]

[ Grell laughs, setting aside her champagne glass to where she'd found it. ]

I see. So you know precisely how to move around your budget for some good company, mn?

[ Scooting herself closer, the redhead daringly run her hand over his knee! ]

I do. Now I suggest your mouth stops asking questions and gets to work.

[ Of course he doesn't mean this as a suggestion, even in the least. He adjusts his position slightly, leaving plenty of space between his legs for Grell to knell. ]

[ Her brows raise as though to question if he's serious, but the laughter that immediately follows ensures that his demands are met with good nature. ]

So eager, Mister Spears. [ Leaning in, she dashes the tip of her nose along his ear, before whispering into it, hand traveling up his inner thigh and over the front of his trousers, so she may take a firm hold of his cock. ] Don't you worry, I'll give you you money's worth - and then some, if you please me♥.

[ Taking a leg with each hand, she raises herself, only to settle down between them, fingers plucking his belt loose from their holdings. ]

[ A short, contemplative huff as he widens his legs a bit more. ]

Your job is to please me, whether or not you get off to what I decide to do to you is your own choice.

[ He sips his champagne again, watching the movement of her fingers as they loosen his belt. ]

Are you sure about that?

[ Making a show of plucking open the fastening, she hooks her tongue over her upper lip as she delicately slips her hand into his undergarments. ]

Because I could go along nicely, surely. [ And taking his length in hand, she licks over her lips. ] But wouldn't you prefer that I play downright dirty?

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[ Certainly, William likes submissive girls. Ones who will do what he says with little back talk. But Grell hadn't presented herself that way to him from the first moment. It was the challenge that intrigued him more than what she had hidden beneath those red dress pants. ]

You certainly are a 'firecracker', as your boss put it.

[ The faintest hint of approval hangs on his words. ]

[ Pumping her hand over his half-hardened cock, she chuckles while ghosting her lips over its head. ]

Perhaps the kindest of his nicknames for me. Bloody sod doesn't know how to handle a woman of my caliber.

[ And then, a wetted kiss. ]

Let's hope you do.

[ She winks, before allowing her lashes to flutter against her cheeks; lips rolling over the head of his cock, she take him in, nearly in full. ]

I have zero doubt that you'll submit to me fully by this trip's end.

[ But since she's finally got his cock in her mouth, he relaxes back into the plush seating. His eyes remain on hers, even as he sips at his drink. Though not the most vibrant of colors, there's intensity in her stare that he finds most attractive. ]

[ Such confidence earns her attention in full, a smile to those eyes. Slowly bobbing down his length once more, she gives a lulling moan. Comes up for air, then, pushing back her hair with a breathy sigh. ]

God, I hope you're right.

[ And she'll run her tongue from base to tip, before claiming him once more. Her hands wander to his hips, thumbs idly massaging. ]

[ So she's up for the challenge. That's a point in William's favor, already.

Setting his glass on the side table, he settles a hand on her head, with a deceivingly gentle touch. No sense in forcing anything, just yet. He's keen to let her showcase her skills, first. ]

[ To his touch, she'll hum once more. Gaze settling on his, she keeps her mouth busy whilst plucking his shirt free from his slacks, so that she may trail her fingertips up his abdomen. ]

[ He catches those wandering hands, squeezing tightly at her wrists. ]

Do not go undressing me. We have a flight to catch.

[ That tight squeeze only leads Grell to moan - and pulling back, she allows his cock to fall off her extended tongue, then licking over her lips. ]

I only wished to feel you a bit, crybaby♥.

Excuse me?

[ Not fond of that nickname, in the least, William stares Grell down as he questions her. Though, the moment she opens her mouth to respond, she'll find his cock quickly shutting her up. So much for not taking the upper hand just yet! ]

[ A bit of sputtering is unavoidable here, but once drawing breath trough her nostrils, her tension releases with a moan. Fingernails audibly scrape the fabric of his trousers as she grips his thighs. Grell is keen to continue pleasuring him as he desires; however, once her gaze rises to meet his once more, the hunger in her eyes makes it clear that she'd love nothing more than to climb onto his lap. ]

[ The look she gives him, it's far different than any of the other girls he's paid for. Many try to look hungry for him, but it's obvious they're just 'doing their job'. But that genuine desire she's showing him, it makes him want to push her to her limit even more so. Certainly he'll have her on all fours this weekend, but for now, he's thriving on making her wait. Starve her until she begs him for it.

Releasing her wrists, he grips the hair at the back of her head, holding her steady as his cock reaches the back of her throat. Let's see how long she can hold it until tears fill those eyes. ]

[ Lashes fluttering, her fingers coil into the folds of his trousers. It becomes clear that she's attempting to hold back the moisture that glistens over her eyes. Inevitably, she closes them, a silent whimper on trembling breath.

Ah, but once a tear rolls down her cheek, she finally protests, tugging at his pants insistently. Her makeup is going to be a downright mess by the time they arrive at the airport!! ]

[ He keeps her steady a moment more before releasing his grip. And when she pulls off of him, he inspects those eyes, giving a short hum of approval. ]

Honestly, that's longer than most.

[ With a shake of the head, Grell bows her head to cough and catch her breath, pressing the pads of her thumbs against her eyes. ]

You really can't compare me to other girls...

[ Tossing her hair back, she has a different fire in her eyes-- something more akin to rage, but that also does something to her that makes him all the more desirable. ]

If you insist on ruining my makeup, at least make it worth my while.

[ William leans down, paying no mind to that look as he firmly grips her chin. ]

I won't be fucking you until we reach our hotel in Florence. At which point, you better make it worth my while.