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The Athlete and the Night That Never Ended
At Luxe Brisbane Escorts, discretion is everything. My clients come from all walks of life—CEOs, high-flyers, and sometimes, the kind of men whose names light up stadiums.
Tonight was one of those nights.
The booking came through as a five-hour dinner date and private time back at the Hilton Brisbane in the CBD. A classy yet straightforward booking—until it wasn’t.
I arrived outside the Hilton, my heels clicking against the pavement as I spotted him waiting for me. Dressed in a tailored suit, he radiated confidence, the kind that comes from being at the top of his game. He took one look at me and smirked, his eyes drinking me in.
“You must be Boni,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I see why Luxe comes so highly recommended.”
I flashed him a knowing smile. “Shall we?”
Dinner at Exhibition
We made our way to the Exhibition Restaurant, one of the most exclusive dining spots in Brisbane. As soon as we walked in, I could feel the eyes on us. The low lighting, the soft hum of conversation, and the intoxicating scent of truffle and aged meats set the mood instantly.
He ordered effortlessly—a curated selection of sashimi, caviar, and premium Wagyu. The wine? A bottle of Penfolds Grange, because of course.
Between sips of wine and stolen glances, he leaned in. “I expected a beautiful woman. But you… you’re something else.”
I tilted my head, letting the tension stretch. “Oh? What were you expecting?”
He smirked, taking his time before answering. “Someone I’d want for five hours. Not someone I’d already be thinking about keeping for the night.”
His words sent heat curling through me. The way he looked at me, like he was already imagining everything he was going to do, had my pulse racing.
The meal was exquisite, but we barely tasted it. The real feast was the hunger building between us.
By the time dessert arrived, he reached under the table, brushing his fingers along my thigh. “I think we should get out of here,” he murmured.
Back to the Hilton – Where the Real Night Began
The moment we stepped into the hotel room, the energy shifted. He wasted no time pinning me against the door, his lips crashing onto mine. His hands were all over me, hungry, impatient, like he’d been waiting for this from the second he saw me outside the Hilton.
Clothes hit the floor faster than I could process. His mouth was hot on my skin, tracing every inch, his breath ragged with anticipation.
I gasped as he lifted me, carrying me to the bed like I weighed nothing. He was strong, powerful, and he knew exactly how to use it. The first time was fast, desperate—like we were both starved for it. The second? Slower. More deliberate.
His hands gripped my thighs as he dragged his mouth down my body, teasing, torturing, making me beg for him. When he finally gave in, I came undone beneath him, my body arching, my fingers gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over me.
And that was only the beginning.
No Sleep, Just Pleasure
We barely slept. Every time we thought we were done, he’d pull me back in, his hands roaming, his body pressing against mine, reigniting the fire all over again. I lost count of how many times I cried out his name, how many times my body trembled beneath his touch.
At one point, he pinned my wrists above my head, his breath hot against my ear. “I could do this all night,” he growled.
I smirked, wrapping my legs around him. “Who said I was stopping you?”
We went at it again and again, the city lights flickering outside the window as dawn approached. By the time we finally collapsed into a tangled mess of limbs, the sun was already peeking through the curtains.
His arm draped lazily over me, his body warm against mine. “That was…” he trailed off, shaking his head with a smirk. “Fuck, that was incredible.”
I ran my fingers down his chest, my body still buzzing. “I’d say we made good use of your extended booking.”
He let out a low chuckle, pulling me closer. “I should’ve booked you for 24 hours.”
I grinned. “Next time.”
The Morning After
When I finally left, slipping back into my dress with shaky legs, he watched me with that same hungry look. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d book me. Some clients leave an impression. Others? They crave more.
As I stepped into the elevator, I smoothed my hair and glanced at my reflection, a satisfied smirk on my lips. Another night, another unforgettable experience.
What’s Next?
Next week, I have an exclusive request from a businessman who insists on secrecy. The details? Let’s just say it involves a yacht, a blindfold, and a whole lot of anticipation.
I’ll tell you all about it soon.
Until next time,
Boni – Your Favorite Brisbane Escort,
Proudly with Luxe Brisbane Escorts
