The Appointment by Slim ....

I love this story,very T.I.C ....


HIS HEART WAS POUNDING harder than he had felt it pound before as he held out a tentative hand, ready to rat-a-tat-tat on the hotel door. As his knuckles connected with the dark wood, close to the peep-hole, he thought a little prayer to himself, ‘Dear Lord, please let me have the right room number.’ John knew he had the correct room; the text that invited him up a few minutes earlier made sure of that. Even so – he couldn’t help but worry about the wrong person opening the door. He hadn’t seen the ladies face. Her website showed most of her body but kept her face hidden from the dangers of friends and family members stumbling onto her well-advertised website. The last thing she needed was for her elderly father to stumble across her site and see what she actually did to earn her living. As John listened for the door to open, he couldn’t help but smile to himself – surely it would have been safer for her to show her face on the website and risk her father’s wrath compared to the embarrassment of her non-the-wise father actually booking her for an appointment. After all – these websites weren’t the easiest to stumble across unless you were specifically look for ‘the ultimate girlfriend experience’. “Two seconds,” called a female voice from behind the door. John’s heart beat faster. This is it. He had been thinking about his appointment all day. The truth be told he had been looking forward to the appointment all month – when he originally booked it on a cold Sunday evening when he was feeling particularly lonely. The website had offered everything he was looking for – a sexy brunette lady with a figure to die for, the ultimate girlfriend experience that involves passionate sex, cuddles and conversation - the ‘ultimate’ coming into play in that the nagging and moaning that most girlfriends’ do is something that’s kept out of the appointment. John heard the handle twist and watched, as if in slow motion, the door opened. He had the right room. Charlotte stood there. Her body as gorgeous as the pictures showed on her site, a warm, cheeky grin welcoming John into the room, her outfit was a tight satin Basque – enhancing her already-ample cleavage to the max. He couldn’t help but smile. “Hi, come on in,” purred Charlotte as she opened the door wider to encourage the nervous punter to step in. ‘This is it,’ thought John as he stepped over the threshold, allowing Charlotte to close the door behind him. He turned around to take another look at his companion for the evening and was met with a warm, passionate kiss on the lips before she seductively pulled away – leaving him wanting more. “Can I get you a drink?” she asked as she held up a bottle of champagne that she took from the bedside cabinet. “Just a small one, please, I’m driving,” said John as he licked the strawberry flavoured lipstick from his lips. Charlotte didn’t hesitate to pour a glass of champagne for John. Before he had come into the room she had already poured herself one – she always enjoyed a glass to herself whilst she got herself ready for her appointment. She poured herself another one. “If you’d like to lie down on the bed, we’ll get the payment sorted,” she whispered softly into his ear; her dulcet tones driving him wild. “Sure,” he replied shakily before lying on the large bed. Charlotte sat next to him and pulled a large hacksaw from underneath the bed, “Any preference she asked?” “The right side, please, I’m a lefty,” replied John as he closed his eyes. “Not a problem,” said Charlotte before hastily cutting his right leg and right arm off and tossing them onto the pile she had already accumulated through out the day. John didn’t scream. He didn’t need to. Charlotte’s soft, delicate touch meant that he felt no pain. When he booked the appointment he knew it was going to cost him an arm and a leg. It didn’t matter to him though. He knew she was going to be worth it…