Room Service

Lisa had been in the Royal Orleans three of the four nights she was supposed to be there. She had flown to New Orleans for a conference on risk assessment. The conference was so boring she wanted to hang herself during the intermission of the very first meeting. She had signed up for the conference to get away from the office for a few days, and because she thought New Orleans would be fun. She was still waiting for the fun part.

Lisa enjoyed the time in the French Quarter, although it was not exactly what she remembered. She had memories of it being no holds barred, but now she found it uptight and expensive. She noticed the hurricane had changed the city a lot, and she didn't mean the flood. There was an over all sense of depression and gloom hanging over a place that had once been very laid back and relaxed.

For her last night she didn't intend to do any of the things normal tourists do. Lisa wasn't going out to eat. She wasn't going to any bars, although she planned to have a couple of treats. She had made a breakthrough on enjoying the last bit of her trip to the crescent city. Lisa bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

The night before she had gone to a local hangout called The Abby. The first two nights she explored the tourist bars and gay bars on Bourbon Street, which were all packed and very loud. The Abby was completely different than those places. It wasn't lit up with expensive lighting, the music wasn't loud and there was a place to sit at the end of the bar furthest from the door. She had settled in to see what the place had going on.

After Lisa's second hurricane daiquiri with extra shots a woman came through the front door. The newly arrived woman was tall and had long black hair in a loose ponytail down her back. Lisa took one look at her and knew immediately what the black haired woman enjoyed.

The woman was wearing mid-thigh black leather boots with rows of little buckles from the top of her feet all the way up her legs. The straps and buckles were black outlined with red. The woman was wearing a black leather mini skirt and an impossibly binding corset with matching buckles, although it also had cords and eyelets for additional tightening.

What caught Lisa's eye more than anything was the leash the woman was holding in her right hand. She was holding the chain leash by a leather strap at the end of it. The other end of the leash was fastened to a collar worn around the neck of a really good looking guy who had to be in his twenties. He didn't have a shirt on, and looked to be in fantastic shape.

Lisa realized she had been blatantly staring at the couple after they entered the bar. She grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania. Lisa had never seen anything like a woman leading a man around on a leash. It was right out of one of her sexual fantasies, so she couldn't look away. The only fantasy she had that was naughtier than having a male sex slave was being a sex slave herself. Just thinking about it made her get a little warm and sensitive

The woman came over and introduced herself, obviously because Lisa couldn't find anything else to look at. "Hi there. My name is Olivia," the black haired woman said to Lisa in a warm matter-of-fact tone. Olivia almost stuck he right hand out to take Lisa's, but realized the complication of doing so with a leash in her hand. Instead Olivia stuck out her left hand a little bit awkwardly, surely because she had to be right handed.

Olivia was about to say something when Lisa cut her off. "Is this your boyfriend?" Lisa asked pointedly about the guy wearing the collar. At close range his abdomen muscles were very distinct. The previously unknown detail that he was wearing tight leather jeans leaped right out at her.

"Goodness no. This is just one of my slaves. I think his name is Jacques, but I forget some times. I don't need to know his name. He pleases me when he is ordered to do so, but most of the time I rent him out to please other women."

"You... rent him out... to please other women?" Lisa asked as if she did not understand the words at all.

Lisa wasn't looking at Olivia at all anymore. Jacques was proving to be far more interesting. Jacques looked at her and smiled. He was not a big or tall man, but he was very well proportioned. He was about 5'10" tall, with curly dark brown hair and a dark olive complexion. He had eyes that hovered between green and brown. They were quite possibly the most interesting eyes she had ever seen, and she found herself lost for a moment.

"Why yes, dear. I most certainly do rent him out. Are you interested?" Olivia asked her pointedly.

"I want to say yes, but this is happening so fast."

"Maybe a little sample will help you make up your mind," Olivia said. She looked over her right shoulder at Jacques and told him, "Show this wonderful young woman what you can do for her. No hands either, and you had better be good."

Jacques moseyed up to Lisa and pressed in really close to her. He kept his hands behind his back as he smelled her neck slowly. Lisa could feel the warm air on the bare flesh just below her left cheek. He blew on her left ear softly and sucked on the lobe for just a split second.

Lisa could feel a growing bulge in the leather pants Jacques was wearing. She got goosebumps all over and moistened as her skin flushed a dark red. Jacques was moving almost his entire body against her, back and forth and up and down. His leather pants and bare skin were driving Lisa out of her mind.

Lisa's enjoyment was interrupted by Olivia, who said, "Come along, Jacques. Leave the nice lady alone."

Olivia turned as if to walk away. It occurred to Lisa she was dealing with a very experienced sexual facilitator, but it didn't matter. Lisa knew exactly how she wanted to end her short stay in New Orleans. For that matter she also knew what she wanted for her birthday and Christmas combined.

"How much, Olivia?"

Olivia took one last look at her, to make sure Lisa wasn't a cop. The sight made her snicker almost imperceptibly. "For $400 you can have him for the night."

Olivia expected Lisa to bargain or appear shocked. What she go instead was the quick vocal response, "Okay. What do I have to do? Can I take him home now?"

Olivia smiled very broadly and laughed. She liked the young woman. A lot of people would be shy or timid. Lisa knew what she wanted, and she apparently wanted it yesterday. Unfortunately Olivia and Jacques had a prior engagement.

"He can come round to see you tomorrow night. We have plans for tonight," Olivia said mischievously. Lisa could swear she saw Jacques redden a little even in the shadowy gloom of The Abbey. "Why don't you tell us where you'll be tomorrow night."

Lisa had told them. She didn't pay any attention to the seminars the next day, the last day of the conference. She was so excited she had problems sitting still waiting for the hour to arrive.

Lisa was waiting in one of the hotel chairs looking out the window onto one of the French Quarter streets when the doorbell rang. She walked over to the door and peeped out the front. It was Jacques all right. She thought he looked good enough to eat. She opened the door to let him in, and knew immediately she was about to have the time of her life.


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Excuse any errors.
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Note: I've been working on something else that was for here. It's becoming something far different than erotica, so it won't be posted here. That's why I had to write this from scratch tonight.