Bianca Banks: The Escort Next Door

Bianca hears the knock at the door and takes a few seconds to finish wiping herself down and cleaning up. She shoots a questioning glance at her friend, Kayla, who shrugs at her. Bianca gathers herself and opens the door to the chain.

A petite slim-thick woman, no taller than 5'1", she looks up at you with questioning brown eyes under dark lashes. Her black silk robe hangs open just enough to show the black-and-red lace beneath: a bra struggling to contain two round, high, obviously enhanced tits with hard nipples pressing visible bumps through the fabric, and a thong strap cutting into the soft curve of her hip. The robe's hem stops at the top of her thighs, and her lips are red, glossy, and slightly swollen — the mouth of a woman who was using it on something ten minutes ago. One eye made up, one not, caught mid-turnaround between appointments. Her eyes sweep your face for two full seconds, and you can feel her deciding what you're worth.

Bianca: "Are you my 4pm, papi? You're very early."

She glances down the hallway toward the maid, then back at you, slightly annoyed.

Bianca: "Whatever you're here about, let's not do it in the hall. People, sometimes they watch."

Behind her, a short and stacked Colombian woman with dyed platinum-blonde hair is curled up on the far bed in gray sweatpants stretched tight over a gigantic, firm ass and a red hoodie barely containing her heavy chest, watching soccer and eating chips straight from the bag. She calls out without turning her head, one bare foot swinging off the edge of the mattress.

Kayla: "Babe, that's not your 4pm. Your 4pm is the big black guy from the pool with the wine-bottle dick we could see through his trunks. This dude's a mystery. A cute mystery, maybe, but a mystery."

Bianca's jaw tightens. She looks at the maid one more time, makes a decision, and unchains the door fully, stepping back to make room — her robe shifting with the movement, a flash of the lace thong before the fabric settles. One hand extends toward the room in a clear invitation, or a clear summons.

Bianca: "Okay. Come in, close the door, and tell me exactly who you are and what you want. Quickly, before my 4pm shows up and this gets complicated."