Marcy's Playground 6 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 6 by loyalsock

I wished I had casual clothes with me, but I didn't. We got dressed in record time. I took one last look around the hotel room. &#034Jean-Luc, this was a really sweet thing to do for me,&#034 I said. &#034Entirely self-serving,&#034 he said. &#034Come on.&#034 He drove fast. When we got to my neighborhood I was about to give him directions to my house when I realized he was driving me to Heather and Evan's. I had left my car there. He gave me a good-bye kiss. &#034I'd like to go out with you again,&#034 he said. &#034I'll get your number from Evan, okay?&#034 &#034Um-hum,&#034 I said. I hopped out of the car. He waited until my car started before he zoomed off. Holy shit. My first kiss. My first hand job. My first blow job. Yeah, that's right. I'm a totally 'ready-to-have-a-touch-down floozy'. Insert boogie-boogie end zone dance here. I wanted a special breakfast to celebrate. Was Dairy Queen open yet? No. I didn't think so. Wait. IHoP has a July special: red, white, and blue pancakes with ice cream on top. Oh yeah. Third base and pancakes. Now what could be better than that? Ah... candy, sex, and pancakes? Hhhm. Anyway, I've got to get going. I don't want to go to work in this dress. Thank God my parents are on vacation. I don't want to have to explain coming home at eight in the morning. Zoom zoom. I smell sex, and can-dy he-re. I wore a pink spaghetti strap tank top, black short flowy skirt, and roman high-heeled sandals to work. A happy seductive summer outfit that would ...

... be a little much for a receptionist job anywhere else, but I worked in a sex club, right? And, pink is still virginal, isn't it? Busy, busy, day at work. Barely any time to read between swipes. I couldn't get my huge smile off my face. Evan showed up at noon. &#034Ho-ho,&#034 he said when he saw me. I blushed. &#034Somebody had a good night.&#034 &#034Whatever,&#034 I said. &#034It's just job research. I'm taking that dinner off as a tax deduction.&#034 He laughed. &#034I doubt you even pay taxes, little girl.&#034 &#034Okay, I admit it, I don't yet, but I thought it was funny.&#034 &#034It was.&#034 He leaned over close to me. &#034You okay?&#034 Oh yeah. I nodded. A group of older women walked in, and Evan stepped out of the way. I said hello, swiped all their cards, and they walked in. &#034Because you know if J.L. says anything that bothers you I'll have a talk with him, and if he does anything that hurts you I'll break his knees.&#034 I smiled. &#034That's sweet.&#034 Evan reached out and gently touched my cheek. &#034I look out for my friends,&#034 Evan said. &#034He's my friend, and so are you. But he can look out for himself.&#034 A group of young guys walked in, and Evan moved out of the way again so I could swipe them in. &#034Well, I see you're busy,&#034 he said. He handed me his card, and I swiped him in. &#034And in a minute or so, I will be too.&#034 He made an over comically leer at me, and walked in. I twisted around to stare at his butt. More people came in. ...