Adele's Friends.com chapter 3

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 3

As the sun went down, Jake was committed to scrutinizing our potential client, Steve. In the newly established office in downtown Montreal, he dived in the digital world, public and not so public levels, meticulously navigating the information that it held.

Surrounded by the hum of the city below, Jake's fingers moved across the keyboard, leaving no virtual stone upturned. Social media profiles, online presence, and any digital footprint that could shed light on Steve's character were under Jake's analytical scrutiny.

After a thorough investigation, Jake leaned back in his chair, an expression of contemplation on his face. "Steve checks out," he declared, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

Eager for more details, I leaned forward. "And?"

"He's more than just an entrepreneur; he's a successful one, well-respected in his field. No red flags, clean reputation, except..." Jake explained, his analytical gaze meeting mine.

"Except what?" I asked.

"He is a family man, happily married. His interest in our services seems genuine, driven by a desire for a unique experience rather than mere curiosity."

I took a moment to absorb Jake's revelation about our first client, Steve, being a happily married family man. Understanding the nature of our business, where discretion played a crucial role, I considered the potential complexities that could arise.

With a thoughtful pause and while rubbing Jake's shoulders from behind him, I responded,

"Thank you for the thorough investigation. It's important for us to uphold the values of Adele's Friends.com and provide a unique and respectful experience for our clients. Knowing that Steve is happily married emphasizes the importance of discretion in our interactions."

"I totally agree" he says

"Let's ensure that our services contribute to enhancing his life experiences while maintaining the utmost confidentiality. We're here to create special moments and events for our clients within their everyday life, acknowledging the complexities that may come with our clients family life and all that while being very profitable"

A sense of satisfaction washed over me. Knowing that our first potential client had successfully passed Jake's scrutiny was a significant stride forward. As I prepared to initiate contact with Steve, our downtown Montreal office buzzed with the energy of anticipation and excitement from Jake's very specific requests.

That evening, the three of us reconvened at our downtown office, surrounded by the modern skyline of Montreal. Glasses clinked as we raised a toast to Sarah's new shorter arm cast and to the journey ahead.

As the first evening approached, Jake, ever the meticulous planner, took charge of orchestrating a truly extraordinary setting. The penthouse of The Four Seasons in Boston was chosen by Steve for our first rendezvous, its luxurious ambience serving as the backdrop for what promised to be the first of many unforgettable nights.

Jake spared no detail in setting the stage. The penthouse was broken in sections, each room created the proper ambience that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Later on I found myself preparing for a moment of relaxation and indulgence. The soft glow of city lights streamed through the long windows, casting a warm and inviting ambience over the luxurious surroundings.

I moved gracefully through the spacious penthouse. The anticipation of the night lingered in the air, and as I entered the lavish bathroom, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. The marble-clad sanctuary awaited, with plush towels, scented candles, and the promise of a long, relaxing bath.

As I undressed and stepped into the inviting warmth of the bath, my body settled into the warm water that felt so nice. My fingers traced my smooth limbs as I let my mind drift, with the tenderness of a lover. In the warm bathwater I was now free to explore my desires, unrestrained and unafraid.

I cupped my large breasts and slid my fingers across the swelling of my nipples, the soft flesh inside my hands and fingers. Then one finger, sneaked between my legs in my vagina slipping through my wetness, circling my pulsing clitoris moaning softly until my orgasm and I let out a loud moan. My fingers continued until I couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed backward in the bath.

I stepped out of the bath and stood before the spacious floor-to-ceiling mirror, the image of my naked body reflected in the glass. My eyes fixed on the sight of my long, slender legs and toned body.

I emerged from the bathroom dressed in a silk robe that caressed my skin. I walked with purpose towards the makeup table strategically placed near the panoramic windows, where the city lights painted a beautiful backdrop.

I began the meticulous process of preparing for the night. With deliberate strokes, I applied a velvety primer. The scent of high-quality cosmetics filled the air, mingling with the lingering fragrance from the bath. As I delicately blended the foundation...a portrait of sophistication and confidence was the goal.

Next came my eyes, where each brushstroke added mystery. A palette of neutral tones accentuated the shape. The soft hum of jazz music in the background served as a melodic accompaniment to the rhythmic dance of brushes against skin.

The final touch, a bold yet elegant lipstick, a deep red. There were the high-heeled shoes, a pair of stilettos that echoed the sophistication of the night that Sarah had chosen. As I stood before the full-length mirror, the high heels became the exclamation point, even if...

Sarah had also carefully selected a dress, a stunning creation of black lace and silk, that embraced my curves,very elegantly. The look didn't end with the dress alone; My keen eye for detail had left its mark. A garter belt, a tantalising addition, to the ensemble. Its delicate straps added a touch of fragility and sensuality, a hidden secret beneath the layers of the black dress. The stockings, sheer and luxurious, extended from the garter belt, a subtle invitation to the unknown.

As I navigated the luxurious space, I found myself drawn to a particular door, slightly ajar. The atmosphere shifted as I entered, crossing the threshold into the room meticulously set up by Jake for me and Steve. The fetish room, a haven of desires and the unknown, awaited in a dimly lit atmosphere.

While I lingered, immersed in the fetish room, a discreet chime on my cell phone signalled a message. I retrieved the device, and there it was, a message from Steve that he was waiting for me at the Lounge, the prestigious bar within The Four Seasons Hotel in Boston.

As I gracefully walked from the dimly lit fetish room to the refined ambience of the lounge, I transformed into a persona of sophistication for Steve. The muted click of my high heels resonated with the rhythm of the lounge's soft jazz melodies, creating an exquisite symphony as I approached the rendezvous point.

Our eyes met as I entered the lounge, and both our smiles conveyed a mutual understanding of the encounter awaiting us. Steve, who looked charming and refined, rose to greet me with a gallant gesture, pulling the chair as a silent invitation. I accepted with a gracious nod, my movements exuding both poise and sensuality.

Seated at the elegantly appointed table, I crossed my legs with deliberate grace. The dim lighting accentuated the look and feel, every detail carefully chosen to enhance the allure. Steve's eyes, fixed on mine, revealed a flicker of desire as I caressed my long leg with fingernails painted red, mirroring my lips.

The subtle act became a dance of sensuality, a silent invitation to explore the depths of the game between Steve, Adele's friends.com and me.

"Hello it's so nice to meet you"

Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 4 to come
K