She stared at him watching him fidget and blush and then fidget more.  She quirked one eyebrow when he tried convincing her they had slept a whole day away until he finally told her.<em>Five hours</em>.  She continued to stare at him as the words sunk in.<em>Five hours. </em>That was about half an hour before her arrival at The Place, which meant. …..She broke down into a fit of giggles.<br/><br/>Pulling herself together she took a deep breath “Sorry…” she lifted her gaze to his and promptly broke down again.  The peals of mirth echoing around the restaurant, drawing the attention of the rest of the patrons, patrons who no doubt thought she had been dragged through a hedge backwards a few times before coming inside  with some of the looks sent their way, but she didn’t care.<br/><br/>Wiping at the tears starting to stream down her face she sat up straight and took another deep breath to try and gain some control “Sorry….that means  we shared a first….either end of the payment spectrum….whole time worrying you were comparing me to other clients….and I was setting the bar.”  She kept having to swallowing bubbles of laughter as she incoherently tried to explain what she was finding so funny.<br/><br/>Catching his gaze again she broke down for a third time, partially to do with nerves, partially to do with humiliation that she had mentioned she was paying for him to sleep with her.  Mainly because she got an image in her head of his next client being a whip wielding dominatrix and all he had to compare her too was meek little Sarah.  The kinkiest thing she had ever done was sleep with a stranger…him.<br/>