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  One Night: Deliciously Wild One Night Stand Stories

  One Night: Deliciously Wild One Night Stand Stories

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  One Night

  Blanche DuBois

  Copyright 2017 © Blanche DuBois

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  Smashwords Edition

  All characters 18 or older

  One night.

  One night to try what you've always wanted to. With the kind of person you'd never imagine sharing a conversation with, let alone your body. One night to unleash that unfiltered lust within. To ride and be ridden. To tame and be tamed. To toss aside those sweat-drenched fantasies and partake in their reality instead.

  Just one night.

  The first thing to come into the view of the camera was the cleavage of a pair of large, perky breasts, perked even more by the presence of a black pleather push up bra, which our hostess was currently trying to adjust, pulling and pinching at the fabric, unware that the footage had already started rolling. Backing up some, there was a glimpse of the blonde’s maroon-painted lips, one of which was tucked under her top row of pearly whites as she fidgeted.

  “Ugh,” she groaned as she stood straight and took a step back from the camera, pulling at her bra once more before fluffing her curled locks, which were about bra length, and dropping her arms to her sides. “I should be in one of those rooms,” she whined in a frustrated moan as she turned around, taking another step away to see her ass in the camera’s lens, which was nearly bare, clothed in nothing but a black lace thong, long, tanned legs bare aside from a pair of deep gold guarders. “How did I get stuck doing the tour?”

  “U-Uhm …” the camera man uttered, trying to warn her from bad-mouthing the establishment while the camera was rolling.

  “What?” she snapped with a furrowed brow, spinning back around to face the intern.

  “W-We’re rolling …”

  The blonde’s smoky eyes went wide at the realization, her gaze falling to the lens, and her cheeks showing a faint sign of flush. Expression snapping to that of anger, she looked back to the camera man, who instinctively took a wary step back, the camera, which was placed on his shoulder, moving with him.

  “What the … Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!”

  “I … I …”

  In truth, he’d been enjoying the view. He’d always had a thing for the blonde, Tiffany, since he had started interning with the club. He’d hoped that one day he’d be lucky enough to find himself escorting her to a room for the both of them, but being able to tour the building with her was a good enough start as any - pissing her off however … not so much.

  “God. You’re so fucking useless. You better edit that out.”

  He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as Tiffany fluffed her hair once more before straightening her posture and putting on an escort’s charm. Lips in a faint smirk, eyes partially lidded in a seductive gaze, hips aligned just so - she was a professional, no doubts about it.

  “Hello,” she purred. “And welcome to One Night, where that’s all it takes to fulfill your every desire.” Gesturing to the length of the hallway before she turned and began to walk, she looked over her bare shoulder to keep eye contact with the camera for the beginning of her tour. “Since opening just a few months ago, One Night has been in high demand, filling every room - and every hole - each and every night of business. That’s over 150 rooms, mind you. Each of which is completely sound proof. So don’t worry about disturbing your neighbors,” she offered with a wink, which made our intern Derek swallow again.

  His camera slowly made its way down Tiffany’s body as she turned around to continue speaking, lingering on her shifting ass as she waltzed through the hall.

  “Each room is equipped with sixteen sets of handcuffs, two blindfolds, four collars, four leashes, four ball gags, a plethora of vibrators and plugs, an array of roleplay outfits and props, edible oils and playful treats, a fully stocked mini fridge, an entire chest of all sorts of condoms, and anything else you could ever want for your ideal night. And if there isn’t, simple contact the front desk and we’ll get you whatever you need in ten minutes or less, or your night is free.”

  Looking over her shoulder, Tiffany reached her hand back towards her rear and snapped, encouraging Derek to return the camera’s attention above her waste. But instead of a scowl, he saw a playful grin, the hostess obviously amused with his distraction.

  “Each room can be used by up to four guests at once. When you fill out your entry form, in addition to saying whether or not you’d be open to more than one partner, you’ll be filling out information about yourself and your preferences … Basic appearance, i.e. hair and eye color, bust size, hip size, cock size,” she paused, giggling. “Don’t be shy about it. If you’re a little … below average, we’ll pair you up with someone with that preference. You can rest assured knowing you’ll never feel inadequate here.”

  Turning back around to continue down the dimly lit hall, Tiffany continued, and once again Derek’s camera trailed.

  “We’ll need your list of kinks and limits, your orientation, your status scale, and your medical records, which are to be updated every month. Safety is of course a priority here, and while those with sexually transmitted diseases aren’t turned away, they are required to follow protocols. You’ll also be asked to provide blood and urine samples …” Tiffany looked over her shoulder, catching Derek’s distraction once again and winking. “Just to be sure those documents are valid.”

  Again, she’d turn around to keep walking, and this time, Derek tried his best to pay attention, though the tightness in his pants was proving it a difficult task.

  “In addition, we’ll also need a head and body shot of you in your birthday suit,” Tiffany mused, though refrained from turning back around. “But don’t worry. Your photos are kept completely confidential. They’re used to make sure you’re who and how you say you are, so our guests aren’t in for any surprises they didn’t sign up for. Plus, we need to confirm your identity when you check in.”

  Reaching the end of the hall, and the opening to the lobby on the other side, Tiffany stopped and stepped to the side to reveal a full staff of men, women, and everything in between, each dressed similarly, if not identically to herself. They all stood seductively, with leering smiling and inviting eyes, making Derek tense and stopped shortly after Tiffany, who looked to the camera as she gestured out to the staff.

  “We’ve got a full staff ready to satisfy your every need and desire, and each of us is available for your evening activities. See one of us that catches your eye, request our companionship - if we’re not already booked, we’re all yours - granted your limits match us with ours.” Sighing, she stepped out in front of the staff

  “Well? What are you waiting for? Come on in and enjoy the night of your life.”

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