It was a three-story stone edifice fronted by a portico and marble forecourt. The columns of the portico were sculpted. The sculpture was sensual but ...not erotic. The women were full figured and shown to advantage. As for the men, Ariel didn’t think simply calling them ripped did the statues justice. They were well-muscled and handsome. Poses were suggestive: several sculptures embraced each other around a column, but she did not see anything explicitly sexual.This entrance was unquestionably. Very late, actually, as the serving area was about to close for the afternoon and there were only a few people still eating. So naturally, we chose to eat together, selecting the closest booth, which was in the back corner.We sat facing each other and made the usual small talk between people whose connection is long but not particularly deep: recent activities, mutual friends and acquaintances, etc. But something about our situation - isolated in a dark corner of the restaurant – lent itself. "What do you think? This is a Brothel you know! I suppose I could just be a receptionist or a cook or something, though I don't think they'd let me do jobs like that! And they certainly wouldn't pay as well! No, Ana darling, I'm a prostitute. Like your friend, Binta! What else could I be?"Ana's cheeks burnt through the film of chlorinated water. She hated to be reminded of the sordid aspects of where she worked. She still found it difficult to reconcile the distasteful nature of the profession. A perfume that I love very much on a woman. It it is the type of fragrance that can give a man an instant boner from a far. At least with me. And if that wasn't enough her pants were even more tighter than before. Giving me a much better look of her ass. If for some reason the perfume didn't do the trick this certainly did. I was hard. She removed her coat and there was another surprise. She had this blouse on which revealed her breasts. I was thinking that I must have been blind back then.