Just as Justin finished his cigarette, a beautiful Jaguar X351 zoomed up to him, stopping in front of him. The window rolled down and he heard Sophia's voice.<br/><br/><em>"Climb on in, Justin."</em><br/><br/>That was a beautiful car. He did like a woman with class. And of course, money. She seemed to have both. In abundance. These were the times he loved his job. The opportunity to give these type of women real pleasure. A wry smile on his face, he opened the door of the passenger seat and got in, putting on his seatbelt.<br/><br/>He turned to Sophia and smiled. He had told her about the charges, although he hadn't specified how the extras would work. But he was sure she could pay. And it was now down to the actual business. So he wouldn't discuss the money now. He was a classy operator.<br/><br/>'Where to, my lady? Your place or mine?' he asked, all charm, his boyish grin lighting up his features. That beautiful face that made women drool and fantasize. And he had a body to go with that too. He put on some music on the stereo in the car.<br/><br/>'So why don't we start by you telling me a bit about what you like,' he said, his voice suggestive. He always liked to start things off by learning about his client's fantasies, needs and desires. Accordingly, he catered to it. For some clients, it was purely physical, the using of props, toys and the like. For others, it was more mental, being dominated, being the one to dominate, playing roles, humiliation, that sort of thing. There was nothing that he hadn't done. There was no trick in the book he didn't know. He did not have any limits. He was happy to service his client to the best of his ability. That's why they kept coming back.