Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Admiral Pancake and Demie)

Gio had been told that the 'party' that she was to attend this evening was for a more discerning class of gentlemen, and that her own appearance and behaviour should attempt to reflect that. On the one had she couldn't help but think of the man she'd spoken to as something of a hypocrite given that he was calling a girl to spend the night with five men, but at the same time he had seemed quite genuine and it certainly would make a refreshing change to be treated like a lady rather than a tramp. Perhaps if she'd been aware of the conversation that was transpiring as she drove to the hotel that opinion might have been revised, as after all, would any true gentleman be so crass as to reduce a woman's appearance to nothing more than a rating between one and ten? Fortunately for all involved, Gio was no telepath and even as she stepped out of her car and made her way to the front door, she was blissfully aware of what was being said about her. A second stroke of luck perhaps was that the photos that had been on her website, whilst certainly taken at her best, were representative of her typical look when with a client, as after all, repeat custom was far preferable to finding a new client each session. In any case she'd taken meticulous care this evening, seeing as the cost of being with five clients and once was not inconsiderable. A tight-fitting black cocktail dress and equally dark stiletto heels made up the vast majority of the call-girl's outfit, only augmented by a matching pair of lacy thong panties and bra, then just a handbag for what she considered 'emergency makeup' as well as a place to store her earnings. If it was not quite obvious, Gio had chosen a noir theme for the evening, feeling it best highlighted her blonde hair and light complexion. Skipping right past reception due to having already been told the room number to aid discretion and not leading to her having to ask, the call girl headed right for the elevator and took it up to the top floor. There was a mirrored panel on the wall, and she took that last moment to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and hung to her back, her already radiant complexion made to perfection with a little foundation and concealer, the effect finished with a moderate grey tone around her eyes to add a little depth, but not so dark as to make her look whorish when coupled with the bold shade of red on her lips. That red was the one concession that the blonde made to her theme, and it was one that carried over into more or less every look she acquired for work. It was a mark of her profession, as while she might have ostensibly been called an escort and paid for company rather than sex, one did not hire a beautiful blonde transsexual for a night with only intention of exchanging conversation. It was a shade she referred to as whore's red, and with the way it plumped up her lips and made them look as if they were made for sucking cock, it was an apt name. With that perfunctory look over herself complete, the bell in the elevator dinged, and Gio stepped out. There were only three rooms on this floor, and she headed to the second door, knowing that it was the right one as she knocked from the muffled chatter inside. These men might think themselves gentlemen, but the call girl knew why she was here... and so as the door opened, the sultry smile on her lips was not one that came falsely.