A Night with Gaga and a Client

Rob picked me up at 4PM (I had him pick me up from a hotel lobby near my apartment). We took care of the business side of things quickly with him remitting the balance of what he owed me.  I know it was dangerous to be carrying that kind of money on me, but I wasn’t in a position where I could do anything else with it.  If someone had stolen my purse, they’d have had a windfall.

My client for the evening was a very pleasant, humorous guy, with a great personality.  He was also quite tall, standing about 6′2″.  I’m glad I’d worn my 4-inch heels (along with jeans, a corset, and a tailored jacket).  He’s a 32-year old medical professional with business that brings him to San Francisco occasionally.  Today, however, he’d come in specifically to see me and Lady Gaga.  Ever since he’d outbid a handful of others to take me to see Gaga, I’d been chatting with him on and off, and we’d built up a good chemistry between us.  I knew the evening was going to go well – especially since he seemed to be as big a fan of her as I was.  So I’d been looking forward to this for weeks now.

We started out the evening with dinner, heading up to the Fisherman’s Wharf area to Restaurant Gary Danko.  Though we had reservations for 4:30, we didn’t get seated until 4:45.  Looking over the menu, I couldn’t decide if I wanted the filet, the scallops, or one of the other dozen or so delicacies.  I ended up picking the seared scallops, and finished the meal off with an incredible chocolate souffle for dessert. 

The food and service was to die for.  I’ve heard the occasional mention of Gary Dankos, but knew little about the place.  Rob had made the reservations and told me I’d love the atmosphere and the cuisine.  I did.  The service was impeccable, even though they were fairly busy, and the food was cooked to perfection.  It was a tad expensive, though.  I don’t know specifically how much, but I know it was well over $100.

As we were getting ready to leave I went to the bathroom and discovered that theirs are all unisex (or at least the one I was in was).  Never one to allow an opportunity to pass by, I texted Rob and told him to come to the first bathroom and knock on the door.  He did as he was told and was rewarded with a luxurious lip, tongue, and throat bath for his cock.  It caught him completely off guard.  He complimented my technique of continuing to pump him into my mouth the entire time he was cumming (do most women not do that?).  When I was done mouth fucking him, I reapplied gloss to my lips and we headed out to the valet to pick up the car.

We drove the few miles back down to the Civic Center area.  The traffic was a mess (when isn’t it in downtown, though?).  Fortunately Rob was staying at a hotel within walking distance of the Auditorium.  We handed the car off to the valet and walked the few blocks to the end of the line to get in.  Someone said at one point the line was over four blocks long. 

We snaked our way to the doors, and upon entering, discovered that the security guards were searching bags.    I was like, “Oh, no.  They’re going to see the baggie of condoms I have in my purse.”  Haha.  When the guy opened my purse up and rummaged through it, he didn’t seem to notice, or at least had the presence of mind to make like he didn’t notice.

We headed up to our seats, settling in a couple of minutes or so after 7.  The place was already pretty full of people.

At 7:30 the opening acts began their show.  It was two groups I’d never really heard of or paid much attention to – Semi Precious Weapons and Kid Cudi(?).  Their shows lasted until after 8:30, and it was another 15-20 minutes before Gaga finally made her appearance.  I took the opportunity on the break to go stand in line to wait to use the bathroom.  When I got back, they were playing Michael Jackson music and everyone was dancing.  It looked like a huge club scene! 

I’m not going to go through the specifics of all of her concert so as not to spoil it for anyone who’s seeing her soon.  She does do this orgasm thing just after she begins, though.  The photo doesn’t do it justice, really. 

Here are some more random photos from the concert.  Cell phone cameras just don’t do this justice, sadly.

The crowd was *really* into the show, dancing most of the time, singing along with her, especially on her Bad Romance song. Trust me, you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a crowd of thousands singing “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!  Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!“ 

The show was what someone called an eye fuck – a visual spectacle.  Quite frankly, I’m surprised the tickets to her show weren’t much more expensive.   This is easily the best concert I’ve ever been to, though.  I’d go again tonight if I could.

Once the concert ended Rob and I walked back to his hotel (one that I had not been to up to this point) and went up to his room.  He ordered room service and we got comfortable.  They brought our order up rather quickly, we snacked a bit, then got down to the more personal activities of the evening.  He indicated to me he had quite a bit of stamina and he most certainly did.  I think we fucked for a good two hours non-stop, rested, and then fucked again.

I started off with another blowjob.  After a few minutes of him fucking my mouth, he pulled out and jerked himself off on my face.  He asked me to leave it there for the rest of our session, so I did.  Afterward, he never lost his erection, so we headed into the bedroom and went through a series of positions until he came again.  Once he’d recovered from that, he asked me to make him cum with my ass.  I wasn’t entirely sure what he was referring to, but basically he wanted to stick his cock in my butt and have me make him cum just with my movement and muscular contractions alone.  In other words, rather than him fucking my ass, I was going to fuck his cock with my ass.  Semantics, perhaps, but a difference in my eyes nonetheless.  I’d never had that request before.

So I got on my hands and knees, he pushed into me, and I began moving back and forth on his cock, trying to squeeze my asshole in the same manner I do my vaginal muscles when I am fucking someone vaginally (squeezing as he withdraws, as if to pull the cum out of it).  I can tell you that doing this to someone awaiting their first orgasm of the night would take far less time than doing it to someone who’s already had a couple.  After about 10 minutes of trying, my anus muscles were getting  a bit sore, so I suggested we move into a reverse cowgirl position.  We did that, allowing me to slide up and down on his cock and grind on it occasionally.  That did the trick – he came again after just a few thrusts.  Thank goodness.

When it came time to withdraw, though, we encountered a little bit of a surprise.  Though I’d had given myself an enema in anticipation of being anally violated, the natural course of processing within the body moves material through the system such that 10 hours is a bit too long to rely on a simple washing out of your rectum.  The result was, well, let’s just say not as clean as we might otherwise have wished. 

No problem, though.  We got cleaned up, recovered, and went back to fucking.  He managed to have two more orgasms before we stopped.  He wasn’t lying when he said he had some stamina.  Wow.

I got dressed, thanked Rob for an incredible evening, and had him take me back to the hotel from which he had picked me up.  As he pulled up to the door, I asked him to pull forward a bit so the valets wouldn’t see us.  I leaned over, pulled his zipper down, and began sucking his cock once again.  He told me that he’d originally questioned his decision to fork out so much money for a date, but was more than satisfied with the evening he’d spent with me.

“Why don’t you show me how much you enjoyed it by blowing another load in my mouth, baby?”

That was pretty much all it took.  The man is a machine.  He ejaculated what seemed to be another pint of semen into my mouth.

I swallowed, kissed him, got out, and went into the hotel lobby as he drove off, then walked the few blocks back to my apartment.  Normally I feel perfectly safe walking the streets of the city during the day or early evening.  But there are only a few people out at 3AM, mostly homeless people, and I felt as if every eye on the street was directed at me.  I guess you don’t see many 24 year old women walking down the street in hooker heels that time of the morning, not in this part of town at least.  It was quite uncomfortable.

It did occur to me that this was, for all intents and purposes, my “walk of shame,” and wondered if it was still such a walk if I had been paid for the fuck.     I made it back to the apartment just fine, though, and went to bed, where I couldn’t go to sleep.  I got up and caught up on some things and finally got tired enough to be snoozy, sleeping until way after Noon, no small feat in this noisy part of town.

It was an incredible evening in many ways. 

And, “Rob,” I know you read the blog.  Thanks for an awesome time. 

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