I travel a great deal. Faceless hotels, indenticate towns. I try to explore, I try to learn but after so many years, and so many places, I am just as likely to nip to the hotel bar, grab a snack and a beer, watch a game and then piss off back to my room for a wank during the freeview on the porn channel (Cmon, we All do it....!) before passing out.

And that sums up my eveing in some suburb outside antwerp on a cold wet thursday. Now I don't even like football, but thats the type of evening. The hotel was fine, but I was bored to tears, and that is how i noticed them. A couple, a 60 is business man and his Trophy wife, from the back, i admired her curves and the cut of her elegent suit. He was impeccibly tailored and was speaking to her in a low voice, she was hanging on every word. Lucky bugger, I thought as i drifted back to the game.

suddenly I was jostled, and a hand came down on my shoulder, I steadied the falling woman with a grab to her bicep, and caught her fall. To my surprise, The trophy wife was all of 20 and she seemed to have toppled off her heel as she passed me on her way out of the bar

"Thank you" she said, immediately in english. "new shoes..." with a shrug and a glance, I looked down to a beautifully mancuried foot in an equally lovely strappy jimmy choo shoe. Double lucky bugger, I thought.

"OH, I am so sorry, I spilled your drink..." A perfect end to a perfect day, I thought as I looked at the remains of my beer running off the table and onto my leg.

"It's nothing" I said, thinking, bugger, my last clean suit trashed and I have a meeting tomorrow...oh well, at this hour ,cleaning is out of the question, will have to stink of beer.

"Please, let me help you with that." I looked up at her dark doe eyes, she was young, beautiful and just her proximity was arousing me. Oddly she was also alone. I looked around, to see her husband, still sitting at his table, he gently nodded his head, and raised a glass towards me and the penny dropped. She was a pro. And she had trashed my suit, and he had to be having a laugh at my expense.

Perfect, I thought.

She caught my look and looked back at me with a puzzled expression. The way she bit her lower lip had me wondering about fiddling my expenses. She was stunning, Dark and thin, Black Hair, a nice curve that made you know she was worth the trip.

"Thanks, but I'll be okay..." besides, i couldn't afford you, I added silently.

"No my Husband will be so cross...please let me clean that for you..."

Husband? huh, I looked at the old guy, again he nodded.....I looked up at the vision in the expensive shoes, she smiled.

"I am Adrianne, and that," pointing to the old man, "is Jean Pierre, please.." and she smiled offering me a hand.

I am such a schmuck. I took it.

And with a look over my shoulder at Jean Pierre, I waved and left the room with Adrianne. He never looked up from his drink.