I left the club early, bored of what I had found there. The same people, every night, and all the good-looking girls were already under my belt. I was tired of that scene, and looking forward to getting home and having a good wank about my lecturer, as usual when I had nothing to do.

It was cold outside, and my short skirt and no tights combination was not enough to warm me up. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering, as I crossed the street. Cars made that soft, sloshy sound as they drove through the puddles where it had been raining earlier. The bus stop was here, and no doubt I would be waiting ages, as it was empty. I lit a cigarette, and took in the seedy surroundings. Prostitutes worked further up the road, or at least they had until a recent clean-up programme by the police. I had to admit that some of them were very pretty, and too young for that kind of life. They ignored the club I had been to, although I wondered if any of them were ever picked up by the women who went there. Somehow, I doubted it.The rain had started falling again, and as I glanced up at the sky, I noticed I was no longer alone at the bus stop. I had been joined by a women who looked far too rich to be hanging around at bus stops. Noticing she was looking at me, I looked away, but this always has the effect of making me want to look again. In the glass of the bus shelter, I secretly watched her. She was blonde, probably in her forties, with an expensive looking overcoat on. Very foxy, too, I noticed; big eyes, like Catherine Deneuve, and full lips. I carried on staring, until she turned round, and I quickly looked away."Do you have a spare one of those?" came a well-spoken voice. I looked up at her. I would have described the way she was looking at me as lecherous, if I hadn't been sure it couldn't be. Maybe she was just curious, she probably didn't usually come out to this part of the city. I pulled out my crumpled packet, and offered her a cigarette. To light it, I stood up, and her cold cheek almost touched mine as we stood huddled over the flame. She was sexy, in a cool, aloof way."Have you been waiting long," she said, a smile crossing her lips now. It was the kind of smile that is almost sad, like the person isn't used to doing it. I started to feel vaguely lustful, and tried to concentrate on my reply, distracted. I told her how it was always like this here, some scorn in my voice I'm sure. As if she would know what its like to live round here! There was a pause, before she tossed back her hair. "I think I shall get a taxi. You are welcome to come with me if you like, I'll make it worth your while..." she said, trailing off. I knew she was talking about money. I don't know how, but I just knew it. Maybe I should have told her where to go, but the idea of being this rich woman's whore did appeal to me somehow. Anyway, I needed the money, and I wasn't going anywhere else that night. I nodded mutely, and she started walking with some authority to the taxi rank. When she said the address, I tried to look casual about it, but there was no denying she must have had money. She smiled at me, and put her hand on my cold, bare thigh. I realised I couldn't say anything about what she did and when, but I didn't care. I drew in closely to her, and slipped my fingers inside her coat. It was warm and soft in there, and I lingered, despite not wanting to come across as too pushy. I felt excited, but nervous too. I had never slept with anyone like this before.When we arrived, I realised she was actually staying in a hotel, albeit a very exclusive one. She nodded at the man behind the desk, and he nodded back in recognition. Maybe she was one of those people who lives in a hotel, I thought. I just wanted to get in the warm, and find out what she wanted. Before too long, she let us both into a large, plush looking room. she poured us both a drink, then turned to me."Show me what you do," she said, her voice much less severe now. "What?" I replied. I had expected her to boss me around, I had thought she must have done this before. "I want to try," she said, and again the weak smile. I laughed out loud, then put my hand over my mouth. She had sat on the edge of the bed, so I walked over to it. I reached down to undo her coat, and let it fall to the floor. The skin of her neck was smooth, slightly tanned. I could feel my heart beating fast now, whether with adrenalin or nerves, I wasn't too sure. She leaned up to me, as I pressed my cold mouth against her warm lips. She started to kiss back, and was losing her reserve, letting out a small moan as she kissed me hard. I wondered who usually kissed her like that, who usually took off her clothes? I knew I would never find out. We were falling back on the bed now, my skirt riding up, and her crisp white shirt undone. She was getting rougher with me, and then pulled off my clothes to leave me there in my underwear. I wriggled on top, and found my hand in her knickers. I felt the wetness, and she let out a gasp. Sitting facing each other now, she put her finger inside me, and we both rubbed each other. Sometimes, I find it hard to come, but I knew the situation, and the beautiful woman in front of me, were enough this time. I stuggled to keep my action on her clit steady, as the violent pleasure came. Almost too soon after, I felt her tense and relax, and could watch her arch before a peaceful smile came over her face. It was totally unlike the way she had smiled at me in the bus shelter, awkward, imperious.She lay there for a while in my arms, and I felt I could only sit there and stroke her hair. The heat of orgasm gave way to the inevitable shivers, and we both sat up. "Is it £50?" she said, almost sadly. I shouldn't have done, but I nodded, as though this was what we had agreed. She went over to fetch cash, and I quickly got dressed. By the time I got downstairs, I was thinking better of it. I asked the porter if he could get me an envelope, and put the money in it. I sneaked back and put it through the door. After all, why would I charge for something I enjoyed so much?