The night: where it all began

A young woman with long, dark hair was sitting at her laptop on the rooftop of her small apartment. The sun was shining, and a light breeze was blowing through her hair. Her eyes are focused on the screen in front of her as she types away. Next to her is a steaming cup of espresso, its rich aroma wafting through the air. A notebook and pen are within reach, and the woman occasionally pauses to jot down a thought or two.

As Nevaeh walked into the room, she immediately spotted her friend, who was sitting at a table by the window. The sun was streaming in, illuminating her dark hair and making it shine. Nevaeh smiled, her heart full of affection for her friend. She took a seat next to her, taking in the view of the city below.

Nevaeh worked as a hostess in an exclusive, members-only bar. It was a high-class establishment, with a strict dress code and an even stricter set of rules for the employees. Nevaeh had to dress in a particular way, speak in a particular way, and always maintain a professional demeanor. But despite the strict rules, Nevaeh enjoyed her job. She liked the atmosphere, the people she met, and the opportunity to make a good living. She also got hooked with some rich guys for the night sometimes. The pay was really nice.

"Brielle, there's actually something I need to tell you," Nevaeh said, her tone becoming more serious. "I have two big shots that I need to work with tonight, and I can't afford to loose both." Nevaeh knew that it was important to be clear and direct, so there was no confusion about her priorities.

"Do I not deserve any greetings ma'am?" Brielle said to Nevaeh rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Brielle," Nevaeh said, realizing that she had forgotten to greet her friend. "Hello again. I hope you don't mind that I got right to the point. I just want to make sure we're on the same page, and that you understand my priorities." Nevaeh looked into Brielle's eyes, hoping that she could see the sincerity in her words.

Brielle hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a soft, thoughtful tone. "I want to help, but I'm not sure how I can. What do you need, Nevaeh?" Nevaeh appreciated Brielle's willingness to assist, and she knew that her friend truly wanted to be of service. But Nevaeh also knew that she had to be specific about what she needed. "I could use some assistance. You showing up at the other man's room would totally be fire. Would you be up for that?"

"So, you want me to represent you at this other big shot guy tonight?" Brielle clarified, making sure she understood the request.

Nevaeh nodded. "Yes, I know it's last minute, and I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. But I really need someone to step in for me, and I trust you to do a great job." Brielle hesitated, considering the request. She knew it was a big ask, and she wasn't sure she was the right person for the job. But she also knew how important it was to Nevaeh.

"Hold on a minute," Brielle said with a laugh. "Are you trying to distract me with flattery? Nice try, but I'm still not taking your hookup job offer."

Nevaeh laughed along with her friend, appreciating the lighthearted moment. "Touché! You caught me, but I'll have to come up with a better strategy next time." Brielle smiled, glad that they could joke around even in a tough situation. "I'll be on my guard for your next scheme, you schemer!"

"Speaking of jobs, I actually have a job interview coming up," Brielle said, trying to change the subject. "I'm a bit nervous about it, to be honest. And I do not want to jinx my luck before my interview"

Nevaeh was all ears, ready to offer her friend some support and encouragement. "That's so exciting, and you should be proud of yourself for getting the interview! But, one night wouldn't do any bad. "Look, I know it's not ideal, but this is a one-time thing. You'd get paid well, and you'd never have to see the person again," Nevaeh explained. "I know it's not your dream job, but it's just a little side gig. It wouldn't impact your future career, and it could really help you out financially." Brielle still looked uncertain, but she was starting to see Nevaeh's point of view.

"Let me help you get ready for the night," Nevaeh offered. "I'll do your hair and makeup, and I'll even pick out an outfit for you. You'll feel so confident and amazing, I promise. And after the night is over, we can go get some ice cream and laugh about the whole thing." Brielle finally cracked a smile, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit excited. "You're really something, you know that? I'm still not convinced, but you're making a pretty good case."

***

Brielle and Nevaeh were getting ready in Nevaeh's bedroom, laughing and chatting as they did each other's hair and makeup. When they heard the sound of a car pulling up outside, they knew it was time to go. "Well, this is it," Nevaeh said, giving Brielle a reassuring smile. "Ready to go?" Brielle took a deep breath, and she nodded. "Let's do this." They headed downstairs, and soon they were getting into the limousine that was waiting for them.

As the limo pulled up to the front of a seven star hotel, Brielle felt her heart race. She couldn't believe she was really doing this. Nevaeh put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be fine, I promise. You're going to rock this. Just remember to breathe and be yourself. You've got this." Brielle took a deep breath and nodded, determined to make the most of the experience. As the girls got out of the limousine, they were greeted by a doorman who led them inside.

The check-in clerk greeted them warmly, and handed them their room keys. Brielle noticed that the room numbers were different, and she looked at Nevaeh with a raised eyebrow.

"What's this about?" she asked. Nevaeh just smiled. "Trust me, you'll see." Brielle decided to go along with it, and she followed Nevaeh to the elevator. As the doors closed, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous about what was to come.

When Brielle got to her own room, she sat on the bed, fidgeting nervously as she waited. She had no idea what to expect, and her mind was racing with possibilities.

Finally, there was a knock at the door. Brielle's heart was pounding as she stood up and walked over to open it. When she did, she was surprised to see a room service cart, with a covered tray on top. And on the tray was a note, which read:

"Hi, I'm sending you a delicious meal and a bottle of wine. I'll meet you by 7:30. See you soon!"

Brielle took a deep breath and decided to relax and enjoy the evening. She wasn't going to let this guy ruin her night. So, she poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip, savoring the rich, velvety flavor. She sat back on the bed, taking in the luxurious surroundings of the hotel room. After a few minutes, she started to feel more at ease, and she began to enjoy herself. Maybe this night wouldn't be a waste after all.

As the hours ticked by, Brielle started to feel the loneliness creep in. She was in a strange city, in a hotel room, all by herself. She was beginning to regret her decision to come here. "What am I doing?" she thought to herself. "I'm not sure I can do this." Just as she was about to give up and go home, there was another knock at the door. Brielle hesitated, but then decided to see who it was.

The man who stood in the doorway was tall and handsome, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. He wore a tailored suit that fit him perfectly, and his shoes were shiny and polished. He looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine, and Brielle couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by his presence. He smiled at her and said, "Hello, Foxy. I'm glad we could finally meet in person." Brielle felt her heart flutter as she stood there, speechless.

As Brielle stood up, she felt a surge of confidence. She was in control of this situation, and she was going to make sure it went the way she wanted it to. She locked the door and turned to face the man, giving him a look that was both challenging and inviting.

"So, what do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice low and seductive. The man smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's get this over with already, I'm up for what ever you have in your sleeve." he said, taking a step closer to her.

Brielle didn't bother to give him a reply, she just made her way straight to his shoulders rubbing on it seductively. She gently reaches up and touches his cheeks, giving him a sweet, seductive smile.

As Brielle's hand gently touched his skin, he couldn't help but smile. Her touch was soft and soothing, and it felt like a warm embrace. He kissed her palm as she did that and titled her chin up so she could look him in the eye. Without a second thought, Brielle leaped on her toes and kissed him. He lifted her off the floor and laid her butt down on a table. Her back was rested against the wall as the kiss broke.

With a devilish smile playing on her lips, she stared at him biting her lips seductively. He just went in on her lips at once, pouring all his energy into that one kiss. Brielle was good at her work, she quickly helped him remove his suit jacket and now, she was undoing his shirt button. He quickly helped her with it and tossed the shirt off. Carrying her again straight to the bed, she quietly removed her own laced lingerie.

"Kiss me" Brielle had commanded as he got on top of her and not wanting to ruin the mood, he advanced fulfilling her wish.

As the fun continued, both dripping in the heat wave between them, he whispered to Brielle's ear telling her to say his name.

"Say my name. Say my name Foxy" he hoarded and she was just moaning in pleasure and pain

"I don't know your name, what is your name?" Brielle manged to say back rubbing her fingers rigorously on his back, clenching tight to him.

"Xavi....Xavier"