Two Thousand Fucking Dollars

"Marie's Flowers On The Go, how may I help you?"

Danny continued cleaning up the counter with one hand, as he listened to the caller and started rolling his eyes.

"No problem sir, we'll have them out for delivery tomorrow then." he replied helpfully. "Our pleasure sir, you have a good evening too."

He hung up and sighed, then looked around to check where Ginny was.

"Hey, who's delivering the azalea's?" he shouted to his co-worker, who was finishing up bringing in the last few plants from the outside display racks.

"Whut?"

"The azalea's! Did you give them to Kenneth or to Brad for delivery?"

"Oh,...uhm..." Ginny scratched her head "...to the new guy! The student. Uuh...what's his name again?"

"Rick."

"Ah yeah right. Why? They were last on his list. Anything wrong?" she inquired.

"Oh, this guy just called waaay too late to say he won't be home tonight and wants his azalea's delivered tomorrow. So I'm just gonna call Rick to say he can scratch his last delivery."

"Ow, ok."

He dialled Rick's number and looked at the clock. With any luck the new guy wasn't yet on the way to his last delivery.

"Hey, Rick?"

"Yes, Danny?"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm at uh... Rodeo Drive."

"Ah, the bouquet delivery for Ms. Marchetti..." he stressed her name with a sultry undertone and a pervy smile on his lips. Another one of her many admirers sending her flowers. Good god, that woman sure was never short on fresh flowers. He liked Ms. Marchetti though, she was good business for their shop and extremely easy on the eyes. She hadn't had anyone new since her divorce a few years back, well, at least not that anyone knew of. She didn't need anyone after all, having her own successful business in interior decorating for the super rich, even if wealthy suitors were pretty much lining up for a chance to wine and dine and recline her... A flower shop employee like him wouldn't stand a chance in hell, but he sure liked watching her strut by whenever she frequented the Michelin-star Rossi's Delight across the street.

"Alright, after that you only had the azalea's, right?"

"That's right."

"Well, they have been cancelled. Sooo, your shift is over after the bouquet."

"Ah, ok, thanks!"

"Oh and Rick?"

"Yes?"

"Try not to stare too much at Ms. Marchetti..."

"Whut?"

"Nevermind..." he chuckled "...have a good evening, Rick."

"Ok, thanks Danny. You too!"

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Isabella Marchetti looked herself up and down in her large dining room mirror. Perfect. Just perfect. The classy, sleeveless, form-fitting, burgundy dress accentuated her feminine figure quite satisfactorily she marvelled, and she adored its deep hue. She loved burgundy, one of her favourite colours, but what pleased her the most was the way the dress opened and closed. A row of not too tiny clasps in the front that was neatly hidden behind a gold embroidered silk flap, making an elegant S-shape from her neck all the way down across her torso to her knees. It would do nicely and be very practical for this evening's purpose. Oh, this evening. Her evening. One of which she hadn't had one in far too long now, with work being busier than ever. God, she was in desperate need of some downtime.

The expensive new heels complemented her outfit well too and she felt relieved as she finished the last few touches: a drop of perfume on her wrists, lighting a few candles and adding some eroticising essential oils to to the silent ultrasonic nebuliser to set just the right atmosphere for the newcomer.

She had told the agency she wanted something new, something younger for a change, something with a nice smile. "Surprise me!" she had playfully challenged Claudio, the owner of the elite agency that since two years provided her with only the best of the best male escorts money could buy.

Not in a million years she'd ever thought she'd be the kind of woman to make use of such a service, but after her divorce she'd just felt so fed up with men and that was when her best friend Veronica had let her in on a dirty little secret. At first she was shocked. "Just try it once!" Veronica had encouraged her after she'd divulged some of the details and how eye-opening and satisfying the whole experience of being fully catered to was, and so she'd figured why not? After all, there were no obligations and she could always send the guy home again if he didn't live up to her standards. But my, did they ever live up to them! She'd felt zero need anymore to respond to the advances of her many suitors, well, unless they were in need of some interior decorating of course and some flirting would be good for her business instead of theirs obviously.

As she lit the last few candles she heard the long awaited ringing of her doorbell, and after a final quick check in the mirror she headed for the front door to see what treat Claudio had in store for her.

"Good evening, Ms. Marchetti?" the young man smiled charmingly at her, holding an impressive bouquet of at least two dozen magnificent red roses as she opened the door.

"Ah, good evening and welcome! Richard is it?"

"Uh...Rick...?" he replied frowning a little.

"Oh, my bad! Of course, Rick it is. Please do come in! And call me Isabella will you..." she could have sworn Claudio's text had read 'Richard', but obviously the young man preferred to shorten his name. No problem of course.

Suddenly the sound of a blaring ambulance going by caught both of their attention and she made use of the distraction to quickly usher him in before anyone could spot him, then shut the door behind him. With a grateful nod and a broad smile she took the flowers out of his hands and placed them on the hall table.

"My..." she marvelled a little surprised as she looked him up and down with her hand on her chest "...you sure look young, don't you?"

"Ehm...yeah...I guess?" he replied a little unsure.

He wasn't dressed formally, just a jeans and a black polo shirt, but given his youthful appearance, formal attire might have looked a bit odd anyway. He was pleasing to the eye nevertheless, with a very handsome smile, just like she'd asked, although he did look quite a bit younger than what she was expecting... But then again, she hadn't really specified an age, and she figured Claudio knew what she would like, so...

"Oh, please don't get me wrong! This is by no means a judgement on any of your qualities. I am one hundred percent sure that you have been thoroughly vetted and approved!" she quickly added.

She noticed him lightly nodding, seemingly a bit confused, glancing back at the door, and suddenly hoped she hadn't offended him. After all, who wants to be A. addressed with the wrong name, and B. hear 'you're not up to the job' at first arrival, right? She hoped to divert his attention from her faux pas by immediately taking care of payment as she opened the small hall table drawer and took out the stack of new dollar bills that were neatly kept together with a small paper band.

"One thousand, five hundred, correct? You may count it." she informed him smiling sweetly as she handed him the money.

"Oh...uh?" he stared at the small package as he held it in his hand.

"Or not!" she exclaimed with a giggle "You don't have to of course, it's all there obviously, or I wouldn't get service anymore, right?" she laughed a little mischievously.

"Uhu...?" he looked back up at her, blinking, a small but questioning smile on his face.

"Oh, where are my manners! Please do come in! Can I offer you anything?"

While he folded and back pocketed the cash, she graciously pulled him by his arm from the large hallway into her tastefully and luxuriously decorated living room, and gestured to the deluxe velvet sofa that he should take a seat.

"Would you like a drink? Wine? Champagne? Anything stronger?" she asked him cheerily, looking over her shoulder as she click-clacked her way to her nearby antique minibar. "I've got pretty much everything, really."

"Uhm...a beer?" he asked as he installed himself.

Well, this was a first... she quickly hid her surprise at his reply though. Normally the men went for champagne or a glass of wine, you know, to set a more romantic tone, but, well, whatever, she guessed as she reached for an expensive bottle of Westvleteren, exclusively flown in from Belgium, where she had an acquaintance who went to personally pick up a crate at the abbey at regular intervals.

Like a pro she poured it into a matching beer glass, making sure there was a beautiful foam collar of maximum one inch as etiquette prescribed. Next she poured herself a glass of Dom Pérignon from a bottle she'd already opened right before his arrival. Quickly she also turned on some sensual background music, that started filling the room though the Bose speakers.

"Heeere you gooo." she smiled seductively as she walked back over with a little extra sway in her hips, her heels clacking sexily on the large marble tiles, handing him his beer and elegantly sat herself down beside him.

"Cheers!" She raised her glass and he followed suit as they toasted and took a sip of their drinks.

"Say ehm.." she cleared her throat "... Rick?"

"Yes, Ms. March... eh Isabella?" he quickly corrected himself.

"Well ehm, I hope to God you don't mind..." she started "...but ehm... I've been a bit stressed out these past few days and well... I need to ehm ...let off some steam...if you know what I mean?" she inquired tentatively as she played with her necklace. "Would you mind terribly if we skip a long intro and ehm... got down to business?" she asked him a bit coquettish from under her eyebrows.

Usually she first chitchatted with the men about anything and everything and often they steered the conversation towards her stylishly decorated house to then start flirtatiously comparing it to her well manicured appearance.

"Uhm...no?" he replied licking the foam from his lips.

"Oh, you're such a darling, really..." she retorted "... and you look way too... edible if I might add." she giggled teasingly, slapping him playfully on the knee.

At that she took the beer out of his hand, carefully placed both glasses on the expensive coffee table and slid closer to him till her thigh was pressed up against his. She turned her body towards him as she smiled seductively and stroked his hair that felt nice to touch. She noticed he parted his lips and so she leaned in for a kiss which seemed to take him a bit by surprise. "This ok for you?" she leaned back a bit to double check.

"Uh yeah, absolutely!" he stammered half smiling while she noticed he'd started blushing a bit, which was kinda cute actually.

She was certain he knew he was allowed to back out at any minute without loss of pay, as that was the deal they all had with the agency, so she leaned in again and started frenching him to which he responded favourably this time as she let her hands roam all over his polo clad chest. He tasted quite nice she had to confess, aside from the very faint taste from the sip of beer obviously. Soon she felt his hands roaming her back and sides.

They continued making out like this for a bit but since she was quite starved for some physical intimacy, she soon pushed him with his back against the couch, slid off her heels, hitched up her dress and straddled him. He looked to be about as heated as she was, his face reddened, and as she installed himself over his crotch she could feel his hard-on press up against the lace of her panties.

She started slowly undoing the small clasps on her dress from the neck down, one by one, allowing the dress to fall open, gradually and erotically exposing the exquisite lace fabric that adorned her bra.

"I like a little breast play..." she smiled teasingly as she opened the front clasp of her bra and let her perky breasts pop out of their lace confinements, her nipples stiffening at the draft of cold air.

She took his hands, placed them on her soft bosom and enjoyed the expression of awe on his face, almost as if it was the most gorgeous pair of tits he'd ever seen. Nice acting, young fella.

"The ladies like some kneading..." she started her instructions with a naughty smile "...but they love it when you lick and suck on them as well..."

He started squeezing her breasts, first gently, then his touch intensified, circling his thumbs over her nipples. A little moan escaped her lips and after a few moments she pulled his hands back, pushing them away to the side, then leaned in a little so his mouth could access her bosom, as she enveloped his head with her arms. Opening his mouth, he took a nipple into it and enclosed it with his lips, running his tongue over it as he ran his hands over her back. Then he sucked her nipples in one by one, exactly as she liked it.

"God yes, that feels good..." she moaned as she let her head fall backwards and ruffled with her hands through his hair, messing it up while he worked her bosom, as she pulled him in even closer and ground her chest into his face.

His touch was turning her on and she started grinding her crotch down into his erection, the bump in his trousers nicely stimulating her pussy through the fabric of her lingerie. She interrupted him for a moment and -with his help- pulled his polo shirt up and over his head, then started undoing the rest of the clasps that held together her dress, after which she let it slide onto the floor. She couldn't help but feel flattered as he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever serviced.

They kissed again, more passionately now as he kneaded her breasts again and she started slowly gyrating her hips over his groin, only the fabric of her panties and his jeans and underwear separating them from uniting their bodies. Then she broke the kiss and whispered hornily into his ear:

"Would you mind... going down on me first?"

She nibbled lightly on his ear.

"Not at all...!" he answered, sounding a little breathless.

"I'll tell you exactly how I like it, ok? After all, none of us are mind readers...and this should be pleasurable for the both of us, right?" she giggled as she winked at him.

He nodded, flush-faced but enthusiastically "Yes, of course!"

She climbed off of him and laid herself down elegantly on the velvet cushioning of the large sofa, beckoning him seductively with one finger.

"Slide off my panties, will you..." she told him in a sultry voice, biting her lip as she glared lustily at him.

Eagerly he stood up, kneeled beside her on the sofa, placing his hands gently on her hips as she raised her bottom a little so he could more easily rid her of her last piece of clothing. He linked his fingers into her panties and slowly slid them off, tracing them over her smooth legs, careful not to tear the delicate fabric. His touch was lighter than what she was used to and she was surprised to find it more erotically stimulating than some of the other escorts who usually handled her firmer. Again, he was looking at her as if she was a goddess incarnate and she couldn't help but feel flattered.

"Let's get rid of these too, shall we?" she said as she sat up a little on her elbow and started undoing his pants.

He quickly set his feet back on the floor, kicked off his shoes and helped her undo his belt after which she tugged down his jeans and underwear and he removed the remainder, revealing a nicely erect package.

She smiled mischievously at him and patted with her hand softly on the open spot on the couch right between her legs, as he stepped out of the pants down at his ankles. He kneeled down between her legs and gently put his hands on her knees, then tentatively slid them upwards over her thighs, his fingers and palms only slightly grazing her soft skin, almost hovering over it, as if stroking her aura. God that light touch felt good. She closed her eyes and let out a little ecstatic sigh till his hands reached her pelvis and then sweetly instructed him:

"Work around my clit first and then a little up and down, a little closer each time..." she laid herself down fully now, ready to be serviced in all the ways she desired "...then alternate that and dip inside my pussy once in a while..."

He installed himself on his knees supporting his weight with his elbows, and as she felt him spreading her folds slowly with his thumbs, almost as if he was examining them, at the first touch of his tongue on her labia, she sighed, tilting her hips slightly so he could have the most comfortable access to her womanly lips. He worked his tongue -just as she'd asked- closer and closer to her clitoris with each stroke, as she started squirming and moaning.

"Yesss, that's it... not too fast... just build it...ohhh..."

She tilted her head back in the cushioning, eyes still closed, spreading her legs even further and brought her hands down to his head where she clasped her fingers into his hair.

"Ok now, lick my clit....but gently, just a tickle..."

As his tongue flicked over her sensitive bud, she immediately squealed and pulled his head deeper into her folds.

"Yessss....!" she purred "ohhhh...do that again and suck on it once in a while... and knead my ass please!"

As she moaned heatedly she started moving her hips, grinding her crotch into his face as she pulled on his head while his hands squeezed her buttocks. They lay there for a while, him working her hungry folds as she sighed and moaned under his attentive ministrations.

"Ohh, lick faster now... and harder! Oh God!"

He followed her instructions meticulously, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Ohh Rick, now put two fingers in my pussy and fuck me!"

She felt him enter gently, not causing any tugging to her delicate opening, using her juices carefully to slide into her and started moving his fingers in and out of her entrance. She squirmed and moaned as he worked her and she instructed him as to when she wanted his tongue more upwards or downwards, on her clit or around it, faster or slower.

"Ohh..keep your fingers at a steady pace now!" she panted and squirmed, feeling her orgasm build.

He ate her out precisely as she told him, fucking her with his hand, exciting her with his mouth, inching her closer and closer till suddenly her climax shot though her body which tensed up, clamping her thighs around his head, lifting her buttocks up in the air, emitting a squealing moan of ecstasy as she quivered with his face buried in her pussy. Her orgasm held for a few more moments until she stopped trembling and twitching, and then relaxed, lowering her bum, breathing heavily. She heard him gasp for air as she released him from the prison of her pelvis, his mouth and jaws moist with her juices, eyes twinkling, as if it had been as good for him as it had been for her.

"Oh god.... " she panted "..that was sooo good!" she smiled gratefully.

As she caught her breath, he sat up between her legs and wiped his boyish face with his hand. Holy fuck, why didn't I ask for a young guy before? She sighed and slowly stretched herself like a cat enjoying the afterglow for a moment and noticed him smiling at the praise.

"You're a little bit of an expert at this, aren't you?" she teased him.

"Not..really..." he smiled modestly, in stark contrast to the slick, cocky replies she usually got. God, he was so accommodating and flattering and humble to boot!

"Oh, but you are!" she insisted as she raised herself and sat down beside him.

She gave him a sweet little kiss and let her eyes travel down to his manhood that looked to be ready as ever to be mounted and with a naughty smile she whispered:

"I want to ride you..."

She didn't give him any time to answer and pushed him with his back against the sofa after which she straddled him. Then she folded her fingers around his velvety shaft and and guided it to her heated, wet entrance. As she impaled herself slowly on his cock he let out a short high-pitched gasp, as if it was the best pussy he'd ever felt. She closed her eyes and started riding him slowly, her body undulating, feeling him tense up and for a split second it felt as if he was having an orgasm since his manhood suddenly became even harder. He didn't say anything though, so she kept riding him and as he stayed hard she dismissed the thought. After all, it was their first time together and they didn't know all the workings of the other's body yet.