<strong>Nicole Delane</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)</div>Nicole sat, curled on the couch, with her new tablet in her hands. If she kept Sam happy, Sam kept her happy. It was a business relationship that worked wonderfully, even if that relationship meant banging each other with regularity. She liked fucking Sam, if she didn’t she wouldn’t, but at the end of the day the key to their relationship was what he could do for her. He provided her security and clients, she provided him with a steady stream of hot ass to keep his clients happy. It worked, for both of them.<br/><br/>Her business was growing; enough that she was starting to imagine finding a young lady to work as her assistant, to help her keeps things running. It was becoming enough that on weekends like this one; she didn’t have to take a client. She was treating herself to a few days at the spa, courtesy of Sam Goldman.<br/><br/>Several ladies worked for her now, two of which would be working this weekend, both of which would pull in a pretty penny for their time. With her cut, Nicole would make bank for the weekend. Two new clients, too, which made her happy.<br/><br/>She was finger flipping through images of Bryce Pierce on her tablet. He was an attractive man; with his angular, sharp face and piercing eyes that were befitting his name. He was also incredibly wealthy with a taste for the finer things in life. Nicole respected that, just as she respected the way he conducted business.<br/><br/>She’d met him at a party she’d attended with Sam and found him delightful. His dominant nature was obvious, though his publishing business kept his outer edges polished to shine. She while she could feel it, know it was there, he was the consummate gentleman. She liked him and she knew just what he needed.<br/><br/>Lyla would be perfect for him; Nicole had known that almost immediately. Lyla liked sex, but more she enjoyed pleasing a man … being what he needed and what he wanted. She was feminine to the point of being girly and while she loved being pampered she loved being used.<br/><br/>Setting the tablet down and moving to her desk, Nicole began to make her arrangements. There were phone calls to made, the first of which was to Lyla. Lyla was, as Nicole suspected, delighted to have booked Friday night. She liked that about Lyla, the exuberance the woman showed. Especially when she told her that the gentleman was attractive. There was also a suite to be booked at the Hotel Bel Air; a nice, inconspicuous place that would suit Mr. Pierce’s needs. The price of the room was already included in the price she’d set up with Mr. Pierce.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/suite2.jpg)</div>The email she sent him was impersonal, quite, and said no names. In fact her correspondence didn’t mention much at all, save for a time and place.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Hotel Bel Air, Suite booked under the name Nick Goldman. Your guest will arrive at 9pm. </em></div><br/>No signature, nothing else. She knew the suite she’d been promised. It was sleek, long, with a great view of the city and a fireplace to separate the living area and the bedroom. It fit with what she knew of Bryce Pierce and Lyla Cross would be in awe enough to fully enjoy herself.<br/><br/>Her next details to arrange were a touch more intimate. Only in that she not only respected this client, but she valued her work enough to use it frequently. And she truly liked Andria Collins. She’d been a touch surprised when she and Andria had spoken of this arrangement. Not so much to find out that Andria enjoyed women over men, but that Andria would trust her enough to work with her. It meant, for Nicole, that her reputation was growing and she was well on her way to where she intended to be.<br/><br/>Andria owned Phoenix Photography, which Nicole used to keep head shots of her ladies for clients to peruse. This meant Andria was just as discreet with her clientele as Nicole was. Though their businesses were very different, she saw them as kindred spirits of a sort.<br/><br/>Deidre was perfect for Andria, especially in terms of making Andria a returning client. Women, Nicole had learned, were much more difficult to please than the men. It just meant she strove harder to make Andria happy, right down to hand picking the suite she booked for her at the Four Seasons.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/premierelivingarea.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/deluxesuite2nd.jpg)</div><br/>The premiere suite had just the right touch of feminine tranquility and classic design. She’d enjoyed it herself, many times, and knew the staff to be as discreet as none other. She even made sure that a champagne service awaited the ladies when they would arrive. For Andria, she merely left a message on her voicemail.<br/><br/>“The Four Seasons, booked under Samantha Del, you guest will arrive at 9pm. Enjoy.”<br/><br/>It was that simple, two clients taken care of and she was done for the weekend. Or she hoped she was, she knew better than to think she’d make it all the way through two days of spa treatment without being interrupted. She had no doubt Sam would make sure of that<br/>