Chapter 1 A one night stand

The city pulse beat a rhythm of wealth and indulgence under the early night sky. Jerry, fresh back from years Stateside, felt the familiar, yet slightly alien, thrum of his hometown's elite playground. He was with the lads – old friends. They'd landed at one of the city's most exclusive clubs, a cavern of pulsating bass, kaleidoscope lights, and the scent of money and desire. It was there, amidst the throng, that his gaze snagged on a figure near their large, reserved table. Eugina. The friends had already acquired company, a clutch of women circulating with an air of practiced confidence.

But Eugina was different. She sat slightly apart, nursing a drink, yet possessed a stillness that drew the eye. She was fair, her shape what the streets called "slim thick," a deceptive softness overlaid on a core of resilience. Jerry, despite his friends' nudges towards others, felt an inexplicable pull. He navigated the crowded space, the music vibrating through his chest, and approached her. "Fancy a dance?" he asked, his voice easy, confident, honed by years abroad. Eugina looked up, a faint shift in her expression. A potential customer, she registered instantly. Jerry fit the profile – handsome, well-dressed, with the relaxed aura of inherited wealth. A good night's work, perhaps. "Wouldn't mind," she replied, her voice low. They moved towards the dance floor, a space already dense with bodies moving to the relentless beat. As the rhythm intensified, Eugina shifted, turning her back to him, her body language pure confidence and skill. She began to twerk, a controlled, hypnotic movement of her hips, her body a language of pure, unadulterated sensuality against him. Jerry responded instinctively, his hands finding her waist, rocking into her, matching her rhythm, feeling the undeniable heat build between them in the close space. The music swelled, and Jerry leaned in, his lips close to her ear. "You ready to spend the night? Have some fun?" he murmured, the words direct but softened by the intimacy of the moment. Eugina turned her head slightly, her smile widening. The knowing glint was back in her eyes. "Yes," she breathed. "I'd be happy to." Back at the table, Jerry reclaimed his seat, pulling Eugina down beside him. His hand found its way to her lap, resting there, a silent declaration of his claim for the night. The other friends and their chosen companions were a swirl of laughter, clinking glasses, and easy banter. Gina played the part perfectly, a seamless blend of companion and desired object. As the hours bled into late night, a quiet understanding passed between the groups. One by one, they began to disperse. The club's energy started to wane, replaced by the anticipation of private spaces. Jerry nodded to his friends, a silent acknowledgement, and stood, extending a hand to Eugina. "Ready?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of anticipation. She simply smiled and took his hand. The hotel was a short drive away. It was spacious, luxurious, the air hushed and still after the club's roar. Inside, the mood shifted again. Jerry poured them fresh drinks from the minibar, the ice clinking softly. He put on some music, something slower, more soulful. "Dance for me?" he asked, settling onto the edge of the bed, watching her. The request wasn't demanding, just a simple invitation. Eugina met his gaze, a slow, deliberate smile curving her lips. This was part of the service, yes, but she was good at her job because she understood the nuances of desire. She moved into the centre of the room, swaying to the music, her body fluid and graceful. She began to strip slowly, each item of clothing removed with a deliberate, almost ritualistic elegance. Her eyes never left his, drawing him into the moment, every movement designed to heighten the anticipation. The fair skin gleamed in the soft light, the "slim thick" curves revealed in stages, a masterpiece of form and movement. Jerry watched, mesmerised. He could feel his body responding, a growing tension in his chest. As she moved closer, still dancing, she rocked against him where he sat, the thin barrier of her remaining clothes and his trousers suddenly unbearable. He reached out, his hands pulling her closer, burying his face against her stomach, the sheer physical pull overwhelming. His hardness was undeniable now, pressing against the fabric of his trousers, a visible testament to the desire that had consumed him since he'd first seen her. The game shifted. Clothes were shed in a tangle around the bed. The music faded into the background, replaced by the sounds of breath, murmurs, and skin against skin. There was a fumbling for protection, a tearing sound as a protection was ripped open. Then, they were together. And she met it with an active, knowing engagement. He gave her hard sex, deep and powerful and she knew how to ride him, her movements precise, powerful, controlling the rhythm. Her hips moved with the same hypnotic skill she'd displayed on the dance floor, but now it was for a single audience, for a shared release. Limits blurred, breath came in gasps, bodies strained and released. They had sex until the initial urgency subsided, until the heat became a steady burn, until they were both trembling, satisfied, exhausted by the intensity of it. Afterward, lying tangled in the sheets, the silence of the room felt immense. Eugina's breathing was still slightly ragged against his chest. Jerry held her close, his mind a jumble. It had been transactional, yes, but there had been something else too. He looked down at her face, softened in the post-coital calm. He knew who she was, what she did. And yet... He gently shifted, reaching for his wallet on the bedside table. He took out a significant sum, more than they had discussed, and placed it quietly beside her on the pillow. Eugina's eyes fluttered open, instantly assessing the gesture. She gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgement. It was the transaction completed, the debt paid. But as Jerry watched her, a thought pierced through the haze of satisfaction: this felt less like the end of the night, and more like the complicated, messy beginning of something he hadn't planned for at all.