Working as a high-priced escort shapeshifter Selene has learned to turn off her emotions and treat every client as just that - a client. But when Anthony, a CEO of a multi-million dollar corporation, finds himself in a bind and requests her services for a night she finds herself falling head over heels. He's handsome, charismatic and she feels a connection with him she's never experienced before.
Fearing he would never seriously consider her as anything more then paid company, Selene does the one thing that shapeshifters do best; she becomes whatever he needs her to be...
Selene looked over her shoulder at the dark haired man sprawled out on the queen-sized cast iron bed, several feet away from her. He was sleeping soundly, one leg coming dangerously close to falling over the side of the mattress. She had fucked him to the point of utter exhaustion, which only took half an hour of her time.
Humans and their lack of stamina, she thought with a slight grin and a shake of her head; long locks of crimson curls bounced with the movement.
She walked over to the nightstand, opening the top drawer. Rummaging through the drawer, she found pens, stationary, condoms...
Ahhh there it is. Towards the back was a thick envelope with her name written in small blue print. Picking it up, she quietly closed the drawer with her hip as she opened the envelope. Quickly she thumbed through the thick stack of hundred dollar bills.
Ten thousand dollars.
Satisfied, her smile widened, not bad for one evening. The man on the bed was named Richard. He was one of her best clients. He valued the discrete services she provided - highly.
Unlike other call girls, other human call girls and escorts, she was in a class of her own. Human call girls could role-play; perhaps wearing wigs or costumes to make themselves into something they weren't. Selene on the other hand could become anything, anywhere, at anytime.
Selene opened her tiny gold purse and tucked the envelope into the side compartment. Walking over to the antique vanity, she pulled out a tube of ruby red lipstick from her purse and applied it.
Concentrating for a moment, she could feel her body making the necessary changes. Her long crimson curls shortened to shoulder length, straightened and turned jet black. Her green eyes shimmered, turning from emerald green to sapphire blue. The process was only slightly uncomfortable. Her entire body would sting for several minutes after the shift but the sting would quickly go away.
Her body under the red tube dress changed from curvy to slim. Once the shift was complete, she patted the dress down, adjusting it to fit her new body. This was the form she normally took, a look similar to that of Uma Thurman in the movie "Pulp Fiction."
She re-applied her mascara and finally decided she looked presentable. Slipping on her black stiletto heeled shoes she took one last look at Richard.
"See you next month, baby," she whispered as she quietly opened the hotel room door and slipped out, closing it silently behind her.
As she stepped through the glass doors on her way out of the hotel, Selene was hit by the cool New York, October breeze. The breeze forewarned a cold winter season ahead. She made a mental note to look into migrating to Miami next year for the winter.
Quickly, she made her way across the street to the candy apple red Ferrari parked at the curb. Unlocking the car, she slid into the leather driver’s seat. The car still emanated the new car smell that she loved. She closed her eyes and savored the smell for a moment.
Selene was about to start the car when her business mobile phone rang. She kept her business mobile in her glove compartment, with the answering service on when she was out with a client.
On the fourth ring she answered: "Lovely Ladies, at your service."
The official name of her company was Lovely Ladies Escort Service, but if the truth were known, she was the only person who worked for the service. The clients, of course, didn't know that. Being able to assume the look or identity of anyone she wanted made it possible to keep it a one girl operation.
Normally, she would have dates five nights a week. She preferred calling them "dates", it sounded better - to her and to them. Tuesdays and Wednesdays always seemed to end up being her nights off for the week, not that it mattered. She never had any real relationships - hazard of the trade she was in, she supposed.
There was a silence on the other end.
"Lovely Ladies," she repeated.
"Hi. Ummm. I need a girl for a night." His voice was deep and sexy, but hesitant. She could tell he was nervous. Many men felt like that way when they placed their first call to an escort service. They all managed to get over the nervousness quickly enough, however.
"Well then you've called the right place, honey," she cooed.
"I know its short notice, but I need someone for tomorrow night."
Tomorrow night was not only short notice but also Friday night. On most weeks there was no way it would have been possible, but it just so happened she had an opening. The man she had penciled in for the next evening had to cancel. His wife had found out about him using escorts. It was a pity really; she quite enjoyed her time with that one. Not only did he enjoy lavishing her with gifts, but was also fantastic in bed. That was always a bonus for her.
"What type of girl are you looking for honey?" Her voice sounded as smooth as silk.
"Well... I was thinking perhaps a blond," he replied.
Of course, most do.
"Okay, we have a few blonds at our disposal. What about body type?"
"Well... nice breasts. Not too big, not too small, if you know what I mean."
She did. He was a C cup kind of man.
There was silence once more.
"Is that all for specifications? Do you have any special requests?" Selene picked a pen and her planner out of her purse, noting ‘blond, size C’ on the lined paper.
Selene sighed, newbies.
There was silence once more then he seemed to understand what she was getting at. "Oh. No. Just a simple date. That's all I need."
"That won't be a problem honey. The rate per evening, including the night is ten thousand."
"The money is not an issue. Whatever the price - it’s fine."
"Okay, so give me the details of the date and we'll be more than happy to accommodate you."
She scribbled down the meeting place and time.
His name was Anthony Winchester and she was to meet him the next night at a small coffee shop, on the upper eastside, at 6pm. They were scheduled to attend a formal company dinner, and then she would go with him to his home afterwards. He had no fetishes or special requests. All he wanted was to spend an hour before dinner filling her in on some of the basics about his company so she would be in the loop during dinner.