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I’m not sure how she got my name. Since Cacee dropped out of the picture, most of my clients come from referrals, by word of mouth, and usually I can figure out the connections even if I’m not explicitly told them. This case, however, baffles me a bit. I don’t see any connection between any of my other clients and the Bravo network. Plus, she scheduled me for three hours – a long time for a first session.
I don’t really care about the hows and whys, though. I’m just excited to have the opportunity to be with Padma Lakshmi. I’ve been admiring her and, frankly, drooling over her since Season Two of “Top Chef”. I expect the next three hours to be lots of fun.
She answers the door dressed in typical Padma fashion – a long, saffron-colored dress, silky and elegant. It clings wonderfully to her body, accenting the soft curves of her breasts and hips. She looks a tad heavier than some of the pictures I’ve seen, and I recall reading that she gains a couple of dress sizes during each season of Top Chef. I assume she’s still taking off the pounds from the latest season. I actually like the way she looks now, as the few extra pounds seem to be concentrated in her hips and tits, which just adds to her womanly appeal.
It seems that Padma had called for Room Service earlier and has been enjoying a tray of high-end hors d’oeuvres before I arrive. She offers me some, but I decline at first – I prefer to get right to business. However, being polite, I decide to try one. I ask Padma if anything is especially good.
Padma pauses for a moment and then gets a playful glint in her eye. “Oh I don’t really know what their specialty is,” she says. She pauses again, thinking, and then adds with a coquettish grin, “I can tell you, however, that I’ve been told the pussy is the specialty of the house. And I’m told it’s very, very good. I think you’ll like it – it has a hint of Indian flavor.”
She is smiling from ear to ear now and I just have to play along. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it,” I tease, “I just hope it comes with plenty of sauce.”
That draws a little chuckle from Padma and she continues our little game of innuendo. “Oh, I can personally assure you that there will be plenty of sauce,” she purrs, stroking my chin with one long finger. “In fact, I’m pretty certain the chef is adding more sauce as we speak.”
Surprisingly, all this double-entendre is really getting to me, driving me crazy with lust for my beautiful client. I can feel my pulse racing and my breathing changing as I anticipate eating her pussy out. I am definitely ready.
“So,” I say, placing my hands provocatively on the curve of her hips, “why don’t we get down to it? I’d like to taste that sauce.”
Padma can’t suppress a laugh. She steps forward until she is just inches from me, staring deeply into my eyes.
“Mmmmmm, yes,” she coos, “I think it’s time you got the meal you came here for.” With that, she takes my head in her hands and tilts it back to accommodate the difference in our heights. Then she takes me in a deep, open-mouthed kiss that sends shivers up my spine. Instinctively, my hands squeeze at her hips, then slip back to cup the firm cheeks of her ass. That adds more heat to the kiss, with Padma’s tongue becoming more aggressive in my eager mouth. I cannot suppress a whimper as she works her wet tongue expertly over mine.
I caress her as we kiss. Padma’s dress is not just beautiful but incredibly sexy. I don’t know what the material is, but it is silky smooth against her skin. As my hands move over her, the dress moves too, making the feel even more sensual than her bare skin. I can’t wait to get her naked and feel the real thing, but this is a wonderful way to start.