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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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[ 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.

[ Grell's rage momentarily subsides with a blink of surprise - because, Florence? Holy shit, yes please.

But then she recalls why she's frustrated in the first place, upon reflecting on the rest of what he has to say, and snaps her head away to the side with a huff! ]

I suppose Florence is worth something.

[ At which point, her pout cracks, hands cupping over her mouth with an excited intake of breath - and a gleeful little squeal. ]

We're going to Florence♥!

[ Those responses, especially the giddiness over their final destination, has William's brow furrowing. That was such a contrast to her dangerous and flirtatious personality just moments before. It's enough to momentarily throw him off.

He shakes his head, glancing out the tinted window to see where they're at. Apparently they've nearly arrived because he's zipping his pants back up after re-tucking his shirt. ]

We're here. You will have to finish me off on the plane.

[ Simmering down to a smirk, she firmly rubs her palm over his now-concealed cock, saying nothing, before she grabs the seat at either side of his thighs to pull herself up. Slipping back into the seat beside him, she gathers her purse onto her lap to take out her compact and fix herself up. ]

Thank goodness for matte lipstick. [ She idly comments, running her fingertips along the corners of her mouth. ]

[ Even William can't help how his cock pulses slightly under that final touch. After all, he's still remarkably hard. But that's all that shows, his face remaining stern.

The next hour or so is occupied with the routine airport business, but finally they're boarding the private plane. Luxury seating with plenty of leg room is only the start of how comfortable and high-class their ride is. ]

[ Grell plops herself into her seat, arms over her head while she digs her hands into her hair. Sighing with nothing but happiness, she's visibly content. ]

Oh, this is nice-- especially after all that security business.

[ Stretching her legs out with pointed toes, she's just beaming! ]

I could live like this every day.

You're in the wrong profession, then.

[ He takes his own seat opposite her own. His hand is held out, without even looking and the steward places a gin and tonic in his grip. After which, the man asks Grell what she would like. ]

I assume your other clients aren't quite as well off?

[ Grell watches him curiously, her attention delayed before it shifts to the stewardess. After putting in her order, she leans onto her armrest so that she may get into William's personal space, a feline smile on her lips. ]

Not every high-profile client whisks me away to a romantic city on the first date. Most prefer to keep their freak behind closed doors.

[ She chuckles. ]

Even so, it isn't all bad. I'm still spoiled right and left, and I have enough money to pay my-- bills. [ She says while running fingers across her cleavage. ]

This is not a date.

[ He says almost immediately after she refers to their time together as such. But as she continues, he watches her fingers play across her chest. He can't deny that they are very well done. She certainly can afford good surgeons. ]

Half of them, that is.

[ And his eyes move from her chest, downwards. ]

[ Such insistence only earns some light laughter from her. Their stewardess happens to return to hear William's suggestion and is too speechless to announce herself-- to which she's only further amused.

Reaching out to take the drink, she gives the woman a wink. ]

It's a process, darling.

[ After a sip of his drink to make sure it's well mixed, he nods at the stewardess, his silent way of approving of his drink as well as shooing her off. ]

And once this process is finally complete? Is this just a means to afford it, or will you continue on?

[ No questions on why. But perhaps he's curious if she'll still be available afterwards. They haven't done much yet, but it's apparent that he's intrigued by her. ]

[ Propping her chin atop a hand, she bats her lashes. ]

Aw, look at you, asking me a genuine question♥.

[ Giggling, she drawls into a contemplative hum, pausing to take a sip of her own drink and lick over her lips. ]

I don't plan to stay in this business forever. I want to do something more with my life, and this is just my first stepping stone.

[ She simply gets a hum of slight interest, but no further question on life goals or dreams. ]

Please me this weekend, and perhaps I'll give you a decent enough tip.

[ That gets a wicked smile out of her, one heeled foot swaying. ]

If the basis is pleasure, you may have to dip into savings.

That's quite the confidence you have.

[ And he's finding it astonishingly sexy. Perhaps his preference for shy, timid girls will meet its end. ]

[ With an amused breath, she knocks back what remains of her cocktail, setting the glass aside whilst her tongue dashes over painted lips. ]

And not at all unfounded.

That will be for me to decide. Though, with that preview you gave me earlier, I have high hopes. [ He pauses, taking a sip of his own drink. ] And high expectations.

[ Clearly that pleases her, smile touching her eyes as well. ]

So, let's have some fun, then.

[ Removing her hat, she rakes a hand through her hair to pull it over one shoulder - and though they're in the air and though they are still hitting some turbulence, she unbuckles her seatbelt. ]

[ Keeping his drink in hand, William motions to the stewardess with the other to close the drapes. She seems all too used to this, but does well holding back any indication of disgust over William's treatment of his company. Once they've gained a bit more privacy, reclines his seat a touch and undoes his own seat belt. He won't instruct her, just yet. He's keen to let her showcase more of her talents. ]

[ With a lopsided little smile, she hoists herself out of her seat. Just as soon, the plane rocks-- ah, but thankfully, she's reached out for the armrests of William's seat already, so she catches herself before she tumbles into his lap entirely!

With an airy laugh, she swings a leg over his, to settle herself atop his thighs. ]

Will you catch me next time?

[ Before she can get an answer, she's already shrugging off her blazer with a roll of her shoulders, making a show of slowly exposing the skin beneath. After all, the sheer lave top beneath is nothing but a camisole, and she isn't wearing any sort of undergarments beneath! ]

[ Setting his drink aside, he rests his hands upon her upper thighs. As he answers, his focus is not on her eyes, but are scanning every inch of that lace top. ]

Keep me interested with garments like this and I will have no issue doing so.

[ Allowing her jacket to drop, she only catches it with her hands just before it hits the floor - and slings it over the seat beside them. Grell won't be caught wearing a wrinkled blazer. ]

Oh, this? [ Sweeping her hands up into her hair, she arcs her back just so with a wink! ] It's but a taste of the pie, darling.

[ A tick of the brows accompanies the devious little grin she has. ]

And you do want a taste, don't you? [ She says, a hand settling at the back of his seat, leather creaking under her grip. ] Just a little sample.

I would think that obvious, considering the amount I paid for you.

[ His hands slide up under the camisole, feeling the softness of her skin as they trail along her torso. They don't pause, cupping both her breasts and squeezing this decent force. His eyes connect with hers, wanting to see every reaction she has. ]