Chapter 1: Introduction
Isis was a bombshell, and she knew it. Everywhere she went, it would be quite an entrance, and today at the Ritw-Carlton of Cairo was no different.
She sauntered through the lobby, her heels click-clacking on the marble floor, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm, her long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. She had the undivided attention of every man in the room, but two caught her eye. Two Americans, dressed in tailored suits that emphasized their athletic builds, their eyes scanning the room with a predatory gleam. She could see the lust simmering beneath their cool, confident exteriors, and she knew exactly what she wanted.
Being a stewardess on private jets was a cool day job for sure, but Isis was into two things in life: money and sex. So, very early in her life, she had found out she could make a pretty could nightlife career too: using her perfet body as an intermittent high class escort.
In other times, she probably would have been designated as a call-girl, but she did not even need to be called.
All she had to do was to show up. Isis walked over to the two men, strolling confidently with the grace and poise of a panther. She could see the barely concealed interest in their eyes, and she relished it. She leaned in, her full breasts brushing against the arm of the blonde one, who she overheard was named John.
"Good evening, gentlemen," she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. "I couldn't help but notice you two looking a bit lost. Perhaps I could help?"
The black one, Mark, chuckled. "Lost? Not really.
We're just waiting for our luggage," John replied, his blue eyes raking over her body with blatant appreciation. "I'm John, by the way. This is Mark."
Isis smiled, extending a manicured hand towards each of them. "Isis," she introduced herself, feeling their strong, warm grips. "You know, I've got a few hours before my next flight. How about I help you two pass the time? I could show you around Cairo, maybe take you to some places only the locals know about."
Mark raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his face. His gaze was going up and down Isis's body, almost devouring her with his eyes. And Isis's body and outfit were quite a feast to the eyes.
She was wearing a low-cut, cream-colored silk blouse that clung to her curves, accentuating her full breasts, and a fitted pencil skirt that hugged her hips and ass, making her legs seem impossibly long. Her lips were painted a dark red, matching her perfectly groomed nails. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, wafted through the air, making both men want to lean in closer.
"And what about we skip all the touristy part and you simply entertain us directly in my bedroom?" John asked, his voice a low rumble. He was a tall, built man, with the sun-kissed look of a Californian surfer. But he did not mind going straight to the trashier talk, after all Isis's actual business seemed pretty clear, so why bother?
Isis laughed, a low, sultry sound that seemed to vibrate straight through them. She leaned in, her breath hot on John's ear. "Why beat around the bush, darling? I know what you want. And I'm not here to play games."
She straightened up, her eyes darting between the two men, taking in their primal, male energy. "But I don't come cheap. I want five thousand dollars for the night."
Mark whistled low, his eyes wide with surprise. "Damn, girl. You're not messing around."
Isis smirked, her confidence unshaken. "I never do.
But I assure you, gentlemen, I will be worth every penny." Isis's voice was dripping with promise, her dark eyes locked onto theirs, unblinking. Being objectified was absolutely not an issue for her.
She knew her value and she knew her worth.
"Deal," John said, grinning, already pulling out his wallet. He peeled off five crisp thousand dollar bills and handed them over to Isis. "More to come if we're happy with your services. Room 305. You're coming with us now?".
Isis took the money, her fingers brushing against John's, a small spark of electricity passing between them. She tucked the bills into her small clutch, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile. "Lead the way, gentlemen."
As they made their way to the elevator, Mark took a step closer to Isis. He placed a hand on her lower back, his fingers splaying out to caress the curve of her waist.
They walked past a couple hotel workers, who politely smiled back. It was obvious to them what the trio was about to do, but they did not mind: normal business.
Isis, John, and Mark entered the elevator, the doors closing behind them with a soft whoosh. The dim lighting cast long, dramatic shadows across their faces, amplifying their primal desires. Mark's hand was still on Isis's waist, his thumb circling slowly, rhythmically, as if he were already rehearsing his moves on her body.
Isis leaned back slightly, her eyes closed, a small moan escaping her lips. She could feel the heat radiating off the two men, their bodies mere inches away from hers. She reveled in it, in the raw, animalistic hunger that emanated from them. It was intoxicating.