<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFFF00">Kelly Stones</span></span></div><br/><br/>"Not bad... not bad at all". It was the first comment that escaped the lips of the girl who had come to meet the man who had introduced himself as 'Chris'. The girl who dubbed herself Ruby Lips wouldn't have minded if the man had given her a fake name. Many did. It wasn't like she was giving him her name, after all. Her name. She was so rarely called by it she could have forgotten. Kelly Stone. 'Even my real name sounds like a hooker', she thought to herself. It seemed like fate had planned this for her from day one.<br/><br/>Right now, though, dressed in an air tight black dress, Kelly had no time to think. There was work to be done. She needed to please the client. And from what she could gather, this client was a loaded one. So, maybe, if she pleased him enough, he would be generous.<br/><br/>Smiling brightly at the man, the girl sat on the edge of the bed and crossed a pair of legs able to make a weak man lose control. "So, dear... I'm all yours for the night", she stated, licking her lips. It was hard to tell if it was a simple habit or if she was doing it on purpose. "I can do whatever you want, wherever you want...", the girl completed, leaning forward enough to let the man see a sample of her cleavage. "I can assure you'll have so much fun you won't even wanna let me go home", she added with a wink.<br/><br/>When she said she could do whatever, she really meant it. Kelly would be a date to parties, important dinners, even meeting the parents of gay guys who were trying to impress the family. She would hit or be spanked, dress up, roleplay, there was really nothing she considered too difficult or shameful. And when she landed a rich guy, like the one she had before her eyes now, Miss Ruby Lips knew how to go above and beyond. As she always said to her roomate, another street girl: "You might be a hooker and a junkie, but you gotta have class in this line of business".<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: #FFFF00;background:#FFFF00;"/></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFFF00">Christopher Anthony Richardson</span></span></div><br/><br/>Chris, his full name being Christopher Anthony Richardson was a rich millionaire playboy. Or so he fancied himself now that he had access to his trust fund and was old enough to walk out of his mother's mansion and follow his own heart in the world. Having been sheltered for almost the whole of his life behind gilded walls that were more like a glass cage Chris wanted nothing more than freedom and a chance to live life. His very personal was that of a rich boy, at barely 22 he'd only just been freed from the clutches of his mother's whims and that is how he'd come to be here now. Some things hadn't changed though. He'd rented out a large penthouse sweet for the weekend and here he sat dressed in a fancy suit next to a girl he'd 'rentered' something he'd been so anxious and nervous about that he all but fell into hysterics when she knocked on the door.<br/><br/>He'd bought an expensive looking, and twice as expensive to purchase, bottle of hard liquor he didn't even know the name of and had started drinking it since he'd placed the call a few hours ago. He was slightly drunk by now and when she sat on his bed and crossed her legs in that all too alluring manner woman had he all but drooled. He would have already been hard from just that exposed feminine grace but when she leaned towards him to speak her next words exposing a clear line down her cleavage he gapped and was definitely hard. Any harder and he'd be hurting. He could eat her up and he didn't even feel a single drop of shame at his own thoughts or actions. Yet, he hesitated to touch her.<br/><br/>"The party is in 4 hours," he said softly. As if to distract himself and then realized he really didn't' want distraction. He wanted to feel free. To experience the worlds of pleasure he'd heard spoken of by the boys in his schools but never touched or seen. "I want you to show me a whole new world, a world of pleasure and pain and beauty. A world were freedom is the only restriction." he said swallowing the lump in his throat as adrenaline coursed through him at the exciting prospect. Wondering just where this night would end up. Her promise of showing him anything he wanted made him want to experience everything all at once. Almost driving him insane with need and desire.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: #FFFF00;background:#FFFF00;"/></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFFF00">Kelly Stones</span></span></div><br/><br/>Ruby knew that Chris was nervous. She was used to that. Rich boys who had barely laid their hands on their trust funds and would probably blow large chunks of it with girls, drugs and booze. Oh, well. She wasn't morality police, now was she? Quite the opposite, actually. She was there to help them indulge in their vices, not to keep anyone away from them. And that she did well. She had decided early in life that her job was to allow man to take their deadly sins out on her. She indulged each and every one of them, and never complained. Of course, most of these 'jobs' were drug-fueled. But for now, she was still clean. There was always something she could take for a quick fix in her purse. But this one seemed like he wouldn't require any incentives on her part.<br/><br/>Smiling in noticing the man was already ready to go, the girl kept her leaned forward position. She was there to be seen, after all. And she had to admit she enjoyed being seen. There was some kind of narcissistic pleasure in having a man looking at her like that, nearly drooling all over her. Uncrossing her legs, she spread them apart just a little, in a gesture that implied that she could do more if only he wanted to. Ruby knew exactly how to work, and she only discussed the price over the phone. After that, she would only focus on making her client crazy.<br/><br/>"Four hours...", the girl replied. "There's a lot we can do with this kind of time". Her voice was husky, and her eyes held a world of promises within them. "I will show you everything and anything you want, sweetheart", the girl promised. "You can do anything to me, and I will do anything to you". While she spoke, Ruby patted the bed for Chris to sit. She would wait for him to sit down and crawl to him like a feline, her hands undoing his tie knot. "In here, there is no right or wrong... only what we want". As she finished taking off his tie, she used it to blindfold him. "Don't think about anything but the sensations of what I'm doing with your body. Deal?".<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: #FFFF00;background:#FFFF00;"/></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFFF00">Christopher Anthony Richardson</span></span></div><br/><br/>Chris felt his whole world tilt on it's axis as she parted her legs exposing more of her skin, showing him that she'd do anything he wanted. To have anyone at his display and pleasure. It was something he'd never experienced in his life before. Rules. Obligation. Responsibility. Respectability. Decorum. Those were what he was used to. This. This was so alien to him. So new. It was like a whole new world that just waited to suck him into whole and spit out his bones when it had consumed him entirely. Chris was richer then even your average rich guy. So splurging on everything wouldn't even put a dent in his trust fund. He could loose himself for days and still not even feel it. That. That was what he craved. A freedom he'd never felt. Animalistic. Freeing. Driving need. His eyes must have glazed over as he reached for his glass again only to find it empty. Swallowing hard he set it back down next to the bottle and her empty glass. He should fill that.<br/><br/>Then she spoke and he froze again. His gaze still trailing over her exposed flesh. Hungering for her to. Moving his gaze deliberately to hers. Focusing on her. Needing that focus to even hear what she said to him through the haze filling his mind and rendering him near catatonic in thought. Chris was numb and followed her instructions to sit as if it had been programmed in him to do so.<br/><br/>Sliding down ungracefully unto the bed. He stared at her as she crawled over to him. All lithe grace and feminine beauty. He was trapped and he loved it. He didn't want to pull away. As she undid his tied he finally spoke again, "I've um... I mean. I'm... well you know. I don't really know what I'm doing," his voice trailed off as his cheeks coloured red in shame. Embarrassed that he'd had to admit that he looked down at his hand not wanting to see the scorn of ridicule on her face. His friends had all bragged about the women they'd had. The conquests and experiences. Chris didn't have any of that. He'd been sheltered to the point of stifling. He might as well have been a monk.