Chapter 1
I stepped out of the shower and Jeremy was standing in my bathroom waiting for me with a nice soft warm fluffy towel, right out of the dryer, just like I loved them. He wrapped the towel around me and dried the water off my naked body. I had just taken a long hot shower and my body felt invigorated. Jeremy was my assistant and sometimes lover, when I needed him. He did everything I told him to do. He worshipped me, so to speak.
“Dry my back really good.” I said to him. “Last time you missed a couple of spots and my dress had a water spot on the back and we can’t have that now, can we?” I liked things to be perfect and sometimes, I could be a bitch about it when I wanted to be.
I was a dancer for one of Las Vegas’ top dance shows. Yes, I was a showgirl. I’ve been playing the lead for a long running show, so my face was everywhere. I had men throwing themselves at me because of my beauty. I don’t deny it either. I am a drop dead gorgeous woman, I won’t give you my age because then that would take the fun out of the fantasy of learning about a showgirl’s life.
But, then, you see, I am not going to go into detail about my life as a showgirl, I am going to go more into detail about my life as a beautiful woman who loves to have sex with random men. Tonight was no different than any other. As usual, Jeremy is here at my beckon call. He has been for years now. He pampers me, takes care of my needs in every aspect possible.
“Would you like the Chanel No. 5 sprayed on this evening, Miss Taylor?” Jeremy asked.
“Bring me the Notorious.” I wanted to make an impact tonight when I went out. At $3,500 a bottle, you couldn’t possibly go wrong.
“Yes, Miss Taylor.” Jeremy replied.
You see, Taylor is my first name, but Jeremy hadn’t reached that level yet as to call me strictly by my first name. Sure, he has seen me naked on many occasions, hell the guy has even bathed me and stuck his cock in my pussy, but he still hadn’t reached that level of where I would allow him to call me only by my first name.
“Will you be wearing a Versace tonight, or would you prefer the Dolce and Gabbana?” Jeremy asked me.
Hmmm… good question. I thought about all the designer clothes I had in my closet and even though those were two of my favorite designers, I decided on something else that would look extremely flattering on me. “Get me the red leather corset dress.” It wasn’t created by anyone that well known. I had bought it at a little boutique on the strip and I just love how it hugs every curve on my body and lifts my breasts up like they were floating on two clouds defying gravity.
Jeremy went and found the dress inside my huge walk-in closet. He knew exactly what I was going to wear underneath. My red lace panties and thigh high stockings with garters. I love stockings with that seam in the back, you know, the one that goes up the back of the leg? They are so sexy. Jeremy picked out my red leather stilettos.
While he was picking out what I was going to wear that evening, I was applying my make-up and styling my hair. I liked to do my make-up and hair by myself. I was particular about it. I made my eyes up to look like big cat eyes and added some dark eye shadow to give that mysterious look. My eyes were green and my hair was a dark auburn red and very long down to the middle of my back. I then added my dark red lipstick. “Perfect.” I said out loud.
Jeremy walked over to me and looked at me. “You are absolutely gorgeous and stunning, Miss Taylor. Any man would be so lucky to have the honor of being with you tonight.” He said to me with that look of admiration that he always gives me.
Jeremy always got me ready to go out. I knew he was in love me, hell, what man wouldn’t be? He knows that he would never be anything more than a sex toy, something to amuse me when I was bored or didn’t want to go out and attract a man to bring home and fuck senseless.
Jeremy knew that the only type of relationship was an employee / employer relationship and sometimes I would let him lick my pussy and fuck me. But, I saved that for the wealthy men I spread my legs open for, the very wealthy and handsome rich men. And, fortunately for me, they were in abundance, especially at a high stakes casino like Caesar’s Palace on a Friday night.
Tonight the show was blacked out. It had been running for over a year now and had been very successful. But, doing two shows every night, seven days a week was just so tiring and I needed to get out and have some fun.
I sprayed my body with the Notorious and slipped on my panties and stockings. Jeremy helped me with my corset dress and laced me up very tightly. My waist was cinched in and my breasts seemed to want to jump out and say hello to everyone. Nice thing was, they were natural. Most showgirls get breast implants, not me. I was blessed.
I stood in the mirror and admired my hourglass figure. Damn, I looked very hot. Then again, I always do. I slipped on my red leather stilettos and grabbed my purse. Jeremy will drive me tonight to where I want to go. I had a red S-Class Mercedes Sedan with black tinted windows. I had to leave some mystery when I arrived at places.
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