Reputational Notoriety

I quickly read the WhatsApp message as I returned to the hotel, my thoughts running a million miles an hour through my head.

"A Spanish lady. Did she speak English? Could she, at least, hold a semblance of conversation with me and I with her?"

It couldn't hurt to look after the girl in any case. We are supposed to be a country that helps and welcomes people, and it must be awful for a young girl to be alone in a strange country or city, the reality of the work she had chosen to do notwithstanding. Whether we connected or not, it didn't take much to share a meal with the girl and buy her a drink.

I went to my room and Googled the Belfast Escort site. After a brief search I found her profile. I was shocked at her pictures on the site. She was younger than Sorcha at twenty four years of age and she was quite beautiful with that golden brown skin tone with which Spaniards are blessed, dark eyes and a smile that would start a war. Despite my sincere intentions, I didn't think it would take a lot for her to persuade me, but she'd have to make all of the running. I replied on WhatsApp.

Hola Sophia,

Thank you for your message, the girls asked me to watch out for a communication from you. I'd be delighted to meet this evening and while away a couple of hours while you wait for your friend to arrive.

If you wish, I can offer you dinner and a few drinks at my hotel, The Europa. You'll find me in the restaurant bar from 4:30 onwards, just ask anyone if they know Billy or just text me when you arrive.

I look forward to meeting you then,

Muchos gracias,

Billy Byrne.

I hit send and away it went. I received an almost instant response in the form of an eyelash emoji. It made me chuckle to myself. It was still only noon, so I lay down for a while and drifted off into a fitful nap that I put it down to the sudden upsurge in physical activity over the past couple of days. I felt an erection coming on, another, happily frequent, recent occurrence. I felt a little groggy as the clock turned inexorably towards 4:00 so I took a shower, which revived me somewhat. I shook out my clothes and re-dressed, then took the lift to the hotel lobby, intending to find a nice soft corner for myself in the bar.

I exited the lift and was walking across the lobby when I noticed Packie, the concierge, talking to a young lady, looking up and pointing over at me. He waved me over whilst gently encouraging the young lady in my direction. I walked over to her.

"Sophia?" I asked her.

"Yes, hello Billie Eyelash," she said with a huge laugh.

"I'm gonna kill that Irish Rose," I said with a laugh, as I joined her in the joke.

We must have looked like two idiots, as we laughed our heads off in the lobby of the Europa Hotel. We hugged each other and she took my arm as I led her into the restaurant bar. She spoke a thousand words a minute and, I was delighted to find, I found her easy enough to understand. She had no pretentions and spoke it with a continental cadence and a passion that was invigorating. It was perfectly charming.

She had wide brown eyes which evoked a smile, a cute button nose and beautiful, sensuous lips, which accommodated bright white teeth and a rose tipped tongue that appeared sporadically as she enunciated some of the words that her heritage had imbued in her. Her hair, however, was her crowning glory. Long dark hair which shone when it caught the light from the fixtures in the bar as she relayed her conversation with the two girls animatedly. I could tell from her entire demeanour that she was excited and happy to have met me, not least to ward off the lack of companionship in a strange city, if nothing else. Eventually, she relaxed and sat back in her seat with a satisfied smile.

"Would you like a drink, Sophia?" I asked.

"Just some water,por favor, Billie."

"Have you been working today?"

"Yes, I had my last call at 12:00, then had to leave my apartment to go to my new one," she explained quickly.

"You had to move?" I asked.

"Yes, my friend comes tomorrow to the airport," she said, "she will need a place, too, so we share."

"I see," I said, "is she an escort too?"

"Yes, she is older."

"How do you work together if you both have appointments at the same time?"

"We make them thirty minutes different," she said reasonably, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You must think I'm a fool " I laughed.

"No, no," she said forcefully, "Rose and Fantasy say you are good man, Billy."

"You're 24?"

"No, I'm 28, same as Rose," she said in a low voice, "men prefer younger, they never know."

I laughed at the conspiratorial look she pasted on her beautiful face, and she smiled happily. Our drinks and menus arrived, and she quickly quaffed hers. I asked the waiter to bring a jug of water.

"Sorry, Billy," she said, "the climate here makes me dry."

"That's perfectly natural, Sophia. Is that your real name, by the way?"

"No, my real name is Isabella, from my mother," she said.

"I love that name; we nearly called our little girl Isabella. Like Isabella Rossellini."

"You can call me Isabella, Billy," she said.

We ordered some food, Gambas in a garlic butter for her and a club sandwich for me.

"Do you like garlic, Billy?" she asked.

"Yes, I quite like it, Isabella, why?"

"It might be on my breath later."

"I... don't understand."

"When we fuck?" she said.

"Oh, yes, ehm, I," I stammered, as she began to laugh.

"Fantasy said you would do that if I saidfuck."

"That little cow," I said.

"El pequeña vaca," she said and laughed.

"Sorry?"

"In Español.The little cow."

"Of course," I said feeling stupider by the minute.

I needed to up my game substantially, these girls were miles ahead of me. Although, in many ways, Sorcha and Melody were the very same, defusing tension or nerves with humour in a pragmatic or stoic fashion. As she had brought the subject up, I thought I'd tease it open a little more. The waiter delivered the food and she immediately tucked in.

"How are your Gambas?" I asked.

She made a motion with her hand that they were ok.

"Would you prefer half of my sandwich, Isabella?"

"What is it?"

"Chicken, bacon, lettuce, tomato, that kind of stuff."

"Ok, I'll swap mine for it."

"So Fantasy thought it would be funny for you to mention fucking to me, did she?" I said.

"Yes, she ismuy locobut funny too."

"Did she just bring it up out of nowhere?"

"I don't understand."

"Had you three, been talking about fucking when she said that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, Billy. They tell me about the superpower, yes?" she said.

We laughed.

"Yes, that's what they call it."

"Can you do that for me?" she asked.

"Which one? I believe there's two now?" I said.

"Oh, I remember. Yes, the both."

"Do you not come with clients either?" I asked, looking around in case of prying ears.

"No, it is too quick for me," she said.

"What about with boyfriends or husbands?"

"Impossible."

"Why?" I asked.

"I am an escort, Billy. Who wants an escort wife or girlfriend?" she said.

"I understand, Isabella. It doesn't make it easier though."

"Rose and Fantasy tell me your room is huge," she said.

"Yes, it's a suite," I said, "it's quite nice."

"Can I see it?" she said, "this is my first time in this hotel."

"Yes, of course, let me settle this bill first."

We left the restaurant and took the lift to my room. When she got inside, Isabella squealed like a little excited girl. She was a joy. She had her eyes in everywhere and was especially taken with the huge bed. She jumped on to it sideways and bounced herself on her bottom to assess the reactivity of the springs.

"This ismucho, mucho, grande, Billy."

"I take it that means, big?" I said.

"Si, Very, very big. Can I use the bathroom?"

She disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. The hot water in the hotel was extremely hot and it was soothing with a deliciously decadent water pressure. She spent quite a while in there as I relaxed on the bed, checking my phone and counting the emails from Baz, who appeared to be having fun at my expense. I sent him another 60 addresses just to piss him off.

Isabella eventually reappeared from the bathroom, and she took my breath away in a black, lace, see-through babydoll nightgown. She was naked underneath save for what looked like a black eye patch protecting her modesty.

"You like, Billy?" she almost sang.

I was speechless. I literally couldn't speak.

"You are absolutely beautiful, Isabella." I said weakly.

"Where do you want me?" she asked.

"You're the expert, you tell me what to do."

"Ok, we need you to be naked first," she said, as she stepped over to me, her breasts swaying seductively beneath the lace.

I opened my belt, and she slapped my hand away. In less than twenty seconds I was naked with an erection that was as hard as it has ever been. She massaged my stomach, just above my penis with the flat of her hand and slowly pulled the drawstring of her nightgown to open it. She leaned in and kissed me with soft lips made of pillows, moving them against mine in a slow, rolling motion that took my breath away and made my lips tingle. Her tongue found mine and devoured it in hers as it curled around me and sucked it into her mouth.

We came up for air and her nightgown was now fully open with one side caught on her erect left nipple in a display of eroticism that she had seemingly just invented for my benefit. It hung delicately as though there was a hidden hook or receptacle holding it in contact with the tip of her left nipple. I reached out and slipped it away, allowing my hand to stroke the dark areola lightly, simultaneously hearing a hiss of pleasure from the deep recesses of her body.

The nightgown slipped enticingly from her body, leaving her wearing the smallest item of clothing I had ever seen in my life. She walked around the bed, giving me a view of her smooth skin as it flowed down from her shoulders, over her back and around the gloriously textured contours of her fantastically sexy little bum. She stood away from the bed, watching me intimately, her eyes living in mine. She placed her thumbs on her hips and inside the stringed waistband holding her tiny G-string in place.

"You want?" she almost growled.

"I want, please," I replied, and she crawled across the bed and lay on top of me.

She continued her kiss where she had left off and I wallowed in the feel and texture of her silky skin as she slid her body around mine, taking me to sensory heaven in the process. She was five foot odd of pure sexiness as she purred a low hum while our bodies writhed together. I was a deer caught in headlights of lust and I allowed myself to immerse my senses in her skill and her body of pure heaven. Her bum touched my hand and I slipped my fingers into her curvaceous cleft as she sighed.

"De dios si,(My God, yes)"she breathed, in a Spanish exhortation of desire.

It broke the spell and forced me to focus on the part I should play. I rolled her on her back and licked her right nipple as she cupped my head gently to her breast. My hand stroked softly across her flat abdomen as her fingernails raked the back of my shoulders, sending electrical surges directly to the top of my penis. My hand slipped slowly and deliciously along the surface of her inner thigh as her hips rose and fell in a suggestive indication of arousal as her nipples hardened and extended in time with the movement of my hand close to her vagina.

I lifted myself to my knees and knelt between her legs as she reached for me, her eyes watching as I kissed her just above her mound. I slipped my fingers inside the strings of her thong, and she gave a slow nod of recognition as her tongue licked across her lips in anticipation. I slid the thong from her, exposing her stunning vulva to my eyes.

"Ooh, yes," she breathed, as the fabric slowly peeled away from where it clung to her moist vagina, slowly and seductively, transmitting waves of pleasure and want through her body.

I eased it down over her legs as she moved them one by one in order to be free of it and allow herself the freedom to open herself to me in a free and wanton expression of silent invitation. I moved my head to a place between her legs and felt her adjust her pillow as she settled into a position where she could watch me as I kissed her groin area slowly with soft, yet, deep kisses, sucking quickly and touching my tongue to her soft, tender skin. An involuntary hip motion accompanied this as my tongue travelled across and over her outer labia, barely touching her but causing an outburst of Spanish vocal babbling.

"Taste me, Billy, Eat me," she breathed.

A quick look at her wide open vulva showed me its glistening pinkness as it beckoned my tongue. I didn't disappoint her and began a slow and sensuous stimulation of the entire sensitive area, my tongue and lips working in tandem as seemingly confused noises came from her lips. I slid the tip of my tongue slightly inside her vaginal opening and held it there as my lips lodged in around it, slipping along her labia as they did so. It was a total connection that I would not break until she demanded me to. For now, though, I could tell that she craved more.

I flexed the tip of my tongue and flicked it out from inside her, catching the very edge of her entrance and flattened it along her open vulva to begin a slow journey towards her clitoris. She moved her hand to her shaved mound and spread her lips apart uttering what sounded like a prayer in Spanish as she did so. The first touch of my tongue to her clitoris brought a huge inhalation of breath, the settling, and first rotation, of my tongue as it slowly circled her, brought a loud moan and a strangled cry as she lifted off the bed and covered me in a milky fluid that was salty, with an aroma of sweetness, that was more voluminous and seductive than any orgasmic release I had ever experienced.

She reacted wildly as the climax hit her hard and I struggled to maintain contact as her wild involuntary hip movements helped her ride out the tremors and convulsions generated by the powerful release from within. I lifted my head, and she pulled me to her, wrapping herself around me, wishing us to be as one. Needing reassurance that she wasn't alone. She looked straight into my eyes, her lips moving rapidly and silently, her eyes alive with movement as she appeared to search for answers from inside mine. Her head arced backwards as a low scream overtook her senses and a second, unbidden, orgasm crashed through her. She clung even tighter to me as I held her close, adoring the passion of this beautiful sexual creature. She slowly began to settle down and we kissed luxuriously with languid movements and whispered exhortations.

"Dios mio, Billie Eyelash, la lengua de los angeles," she said, in a whisper.

"I don't understand, Isabella," I whispered.

"Lo siento.My God, Billie Eyelash, you have the tongue of the angels."

"Merci," I said with a soft chuckle.

She slapped my arm in admonishment and snuggled into to my chest.

We remained connected in our reverie for a while before she stirred. She sat up in search of something then, spotting it, left the bed and strode over to a table that had a couple of bottles of Spring water and glasses on it. She poured us a drink and handed one to me.

"We need to drink, Billy. Fucking makes us dry," she said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, very important," she said, as she scoffed hers down in one go.

She slid in beside me again and snuggled against me.

"You must have beenverydry indeed," I whispered, "judging by the way you skarfed that down."

She smiled and licked my left nipple.

"You give me my biggest come, Billie Eyelash."

She slid her hand over my stomach to my penis. She smiled at my reaction to her touch.

"It is good?" she whispered.

"Yes," I breathed, as she caressed the tip softly. "Very mucho."

She giggled to herself.

"You want to fuck now?" she asked. "He is ready."

"Why wouldn't he be, Isabella?" I said softly. "He'd have to be made of stone not to be, even though I wish he was."

"Oh, Billie Eyelash," she whispered with a giggle, "you no need stone. You have the soul."

"And you have the passion and the beauty."

"You aremi amantebut could bemi amor."

I didn't enquire what that meant but I could guess.

"I would love to be inside you, Isabella, if that's ok to say," I said. I couldn't bring myself to say 'fuck you'to her. "What wouldyoulike?"

"La lengua de los angeles," she whispered with a girlish intonation. "I want too the othersuperpower.I want theenorme orgasmo vaginalfrom your cock."

"Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone, if you'll pardon the expression," I said, "but you'll have to be gentle with me."

"Ah, si,amable,"she said, as she kissed me hungrily.

She slid her body across mine as she climbed sexily on top of me. My eyes were forced shut in the feeling of hedonism that her luscious body generated. Her skin was amazingly smooth and soft, and my hands were becoming addicted to her. It also helped to build her arousal and sensitivity as her sighs became more pronounced and her movements became longer and softer, adding a complexity to the layers of feelings that left me weak and totally dependent on her ministrations.

Once again, a condom appeared out of thin air and was rolled over my penis in the blink of an eye. Isabella's mouth fully engulfed me as she smoothed the condom out with her lips and tongue before slowly massaging the tip with her wondrous lip movements. She lifted her head and her huge bright eyes sought mine.

"You prefer no condom?" she whispered.

"No, it's fine for this, Isabella."

"Maybe later? You have a beautiful cock."

I smiled at her innocence.

"We'll see," I said, crossing my fingers and smiling.

She slid her body along mine until her vagina hovered over the tip of my penis. She sighed as she brought it inside her and then groaned as she felt the full penetration inside her tightly filled vagina. I heard myself sighing in pleasure at the way she caressed me and as she slowly reached out for my hands, interlacing her fingers through mine, and making me her prisoner with chains of erotic lust. She kissed me.

"You feel so good inside my pussy, Billie Eyelash," she breathed, "fuck mepor favor."

Her first movement was a thrust along the entire length of my penis, and this wasn't going to go too far at that rate, so I released my hands from hers and took hold of her hips before sliding them around to hold her bum and guide the depth of her movements. I held her tightly as I began to make small movements inside her, I estimate that they were no more than movements of about a half an inch in depth and penetration but, as my penis was fully penetrating her already, it meant that those small movements reached the entire surface of the walls of her vagina, thereby stimulating her fully and slowly.

The lack of hard thrusting appeared to throw her off slightly and her eyes opened and closed with sexy little confused tremors as she gained a tenuous understanding of what I was doing. It was a sumptuously beautiful ten minutes or so before I heard her breath begin to rasp inside her and she laid her head on my chest, kissing the skin softly and quickly, a million little kisses in a few sensual minutes.

I heard a soft cry as she sat bolt upright, thrusting and rolling her hips as she felt her climax approaching like a high-speed train. I ceased all of my movement and watched her take charge and she threw her head back and cried out as she flooded my genitals in ejaculate, finishing face down on my chest and laughing in joyful ecstasy as she burrowed herself further onto my penis through the final unsolicited convulsions inside her. She was babbling softly in Spanish and not one word could I make out. It actually sounded like a prayer.