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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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[ Brows furrowing, Grell tilts her head - and yet, she maintains that curve to her lips. She's as amused by the suggestion as much as she is baffled. ]

Does that upset you? Tell me, why do you purchase your company?

[ Her agitation begins to show, lightly tugging at his hold! ]

It isn't just the phenomenal sex, is it? It's the lack of commitment, and the illusion of a good time, yes?

[ His eyes scan that smirk, uncertain how to respond. She may just have hit the nail on the head. ]

I have no time for a serious relationship. But I see no reason why I should deprive myself because of my work.

Hmn...

[ It's a sceptical hum, for certain. ]

A man like you could easily find a woman to take advantage of your luxuries and play housewife. Distance would be a benefit.

[ Ah, but then her brows tick upward with realisation. ]

Oh, unless you're tired of playing pretend.

[ The look on his face clearly shows that he does not want to discuss this. She's read him a bit too well for his liking. Finally, he releases her wrists. ]

Get back in your seat. On your knees.

[ With an audible sigh of relief, she stretches her arms back over her head - and stops short, upon his command. With a feline grin, she wordlessly follows instruction. Once she's sunk her knees into the cushioned seat and crossed her wrists atop its back, she peeks over her shoulder with a bat of the lashes and a yearning bend of her back. ]

Ah♥, will you be showing me the real Mister Spears?

[ William takes his time in coming up behind her, taking a moment to enjoy the display she gives of her body. Once he does, though, there's a firm press of himself against her ass as he grips at her hips. ]

Keep that mouth of yours shut. I don't want to hear anything other than moans from you until I say otherwise.

[ And, indeed, she does moan! The redhead licks over her lips before she grinds back - ah, but his words earn a roll of her eyes. Still, she'll give a mewl of a hum indicating understanding, as her head lulls down to rest atop her arms. ]

[ There's a brief check that the steward has tucked himself off in his personal section that the private plane provides. Though the man is quite familiar with Mr. Spears, by this point, William still has no desire to have him eavesdropping or interrupting them.

Satisfied, William's quick to unfasten his mistress' trousers. They're dropped just low enough to expose her ass, clad in rather flattering red lace. He gives a brief hum of approval before adding a firm slap against her skin. ]

[ Well, that's well received, at the very least! With a faint jolt of the hips, she gasps sweetly, even peeking back at him once more. There's a bit of a flush to her cheeks, whilst rolling her hips back impatiently against his fully-concealed cock. ]

You're quite enthusiastic about your job. Or are you merely a good actress?

[ He doesn't care much, either way, and quickly flicks the closure to his trousers open. Seems, despite the differences with his escort's body, William's had no issue becoming aroused. His freed cock slides along the lace of her panties, enjoying the texture of the pattern on his skin. ]

[ That earns a bit of a smirk - though, as she begins to answer, his command comes back to mind, and she turns her face away with something of a huff!

Soon enough, thankfully, she's met with a very particular distraction. It has her purring with intrigue, for she was partly convinced that he'd have trouble coming to terms with his decision once he had her without trousers.

Also, that he seems to be enjoying himself more than he's been letting on.

Peering back once more, she hooks her tongue over her teeth whilst watching him pleasure himself. ]

[ Despite his commanding her to keep quiet, he continues to ask her questions. Perhaps as a test or tease. ]

Have you ever been fucked on a plane?

[ Now fully hard from the stimulation, he hooks his fingers under the band of her panties, pulling them down just far enough to expose her. ]

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