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The Panty Job

Paul had a little trouble finding Kaylee’s apartment building and he was almost twenty minutes late by the time he finally reached her door. It was bad enough being flustered by having taken a wrong turn while following the directions he had been given but, as he pressed the doorbell, he discovered he was distinctly nervous indeed. Kaylee’s website specified several massage specialties but, although the text was suitably noncommittal and vague, it was clear that they were all of the more erotic variety. There were pictures of her, a whole gallery in fact, but, though they appeared to show an attractive, fairly slender woman, none of them featured any view of her above the shoulders. They might, Paul knew, be either out of date photographs, or even possibly not Kaylee at all, and he was very afraid that she might turn out to be so unattractive that he wouldn’t want to go ahead with the proceedings. That thought so alarmed him that he was contemplating beating a retreat when the door suddenly opened and he saw that he had been worrying for nothing. The woman who greeted him was attractive almost to the point of being stunning. She was shorter than he was a by a good three inches and, though she could probably be described as petite, it was in an athletically voluptuous sort of way. Her hair, cut just above the shoulder, was a very dark blonde and was a wild tangle of tight ringlets that were obviously natural. She was tanned, perhaps thirty or forty, possibly, and when she ...

... smiled her cornflower blue eyes lit up prettily. ‘Paul, right?’ she asked. Paul nodded. He recognized the dulcet, slightly husky sound of her voice from their telephone conversation the day before. “I’m so sorry I’m late,’ he began. ‘I got a little mixed up in the directions and…’ Kaylee silenced him with a dismissive wave of her hand. ‘Don’t worry about it, please,’ she said. ‘I was running a bit late myself and only got here a few minutes ago. I was afraid I was going to find you cooling your heels outside my door and PO’d at me in the bargain.’ She motioned him inside and he followed her through the vestibule. There was a sparsely furnished living room to the left and a kitchen to the right. The kitchen was also rather bare, with nothing but a coffee maker on the counter-top and Paul concluded that the apartment was probably for ‘business’ only and that Kaylee resided elsewhere. ‘So Paul,’ she said, turning to face him. ‘You said you were interested in one of my specialty panty jobs and that it would be for the full hour?’ ‘Uh, yes,’ Paul replied, feeling himself beginning to blush ever so slightly. ‘That’s right.’ ‘Good,’ she nodded. ‘The half-hour sessions always feel a bit rushed and this way we can begin with a nice soothing massage to get you relaxed.’ She paused then, looking at him expectantly. For a moment, Paul didn’t know what to say but then he realized what she wanted. ‘Oh… oh yes, right… of course,’ he stammered. He pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket and ...