Last night I stopped at the Starbucks at E.40th & Lexington for a latte between 6:30-7 pm. Neither I nor any other red-blooded customer in that store could help but notice the sexy Blonde and Brunette Valentine's Day Specials sitting next to the coffee bar, outfitted in stylish dark dresses, decorative lace nylons and $800 Christian Louboutin black pumps, naughtily conspiring over steaming Grande coffees.

There was a distinctive burlesque air to these inticing twins, who must have been somewhere in their late 20s or early 30s. They were über-erotic and I must have given myself away a dozen times with my bug-eyed stares, desperately trying to recall them from an ad on TER or Eros. They were CLEARLY escorts and the blond, once or twice, conspicuously stood, slightly arched her back and wiggled her ass while adjusting her short tight skirt up. She wore white stockings with black bows stitched into the upper thigh, just below the inviting split in the rear of her skirt. After whispering and glancing conspiratorially for 30 minutes, the mixed doubles stood, slipped into dark coats, and slowly clicked their pricey heels and fine asses towards the door. It was like a scene from film noir. 

If this was you and your friend, p-l-e-a-s-e PM me!

PS - Of course, they could just as well been merely a hot pair of civilians, fanticifully transformed by my fevered imagination on the one night of the year when husband hobbyists must play-act the role of loving spouse, instead of writhing in sweaty carnal pleasure.

When in public, most hookers don't dress like hookers (with one exception which happened to me recently).  Girls who look blatantly slutty in public are usually civvies.

If they looked like SWs, I would have paid no mind. Instead, they were more like the kind of trophy wife a professional athlete would seek. Eye candy in $3k of clothes, but with a distinct come hither gleam in their faces.

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On more than more occasion this has happened to me. I'm on my way to a private M&G. I'm in the elevator with a fabulously hot girl who I don't recognize.  I'm tempted to ask if she's on her way to Room such and such, but I figure I'll know soon enough. She actually gets off on the same floor, but at the last minute she veers off to a different room. Hang outside at  one of our big parties and guess which hot girls are coming in. It's a 50-50 proposition. In NYC at night the hotties are out showing off the merchandise. God Bless 'em.