1. DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8


    Date: 11/6/2023, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp 

    Chapter Seven...

The Present...

Leaning over the sink to get a better look at my face in the mirror, I used a damp washcloth to remove the last traces of cum from my face. Why some men liked to come on my face baffled me. Baffled me but didn't disgust me. Actually, though cum in the eyes stung, I preferred it when a client came in my mouth or on my face instead of between my legs when I was in a hurry. Cleanup went much faster.'Much faster', I thought as I cleaned my breasts to wipe off the last trace of cum and spit which had dripped onto them.

Exiting the bathroom, my client's eyes followed me as I walked to the minibar. The smell of pot had been heavy in the room since I'd arrived despite the sliding door to the balcony being open. I shook my head when Steven offered me a hit.

"I'll stick to alcohol," I said as I poured two mini bar bottles of bourbon over ice. I've enjoyed pot. I've smoked cigarettes. I have nothing against pot or tobacco. I just don't want my hair, skin and clothes smelling like their smoke.

Steven was my only client today. He was younger than my usual clients. In his low-thirties and in town for some conference. I still had over an hour before I could leave. Steven was relaxed now in his chair, just toking away. Sipping from my glass, I asked Steven if he'd like me to fix him a drink. He nodded and requested a bourbon and coke.

While fixing his drink, I noticed one last bottle of bourbon sitting in the refrigerator. I couldn't leave ...
    ... it all alone by itself, so I added it to my glass. Three bourbons would make me silly but, hey, I wouldn't be driving after I left. Handing Steven his drink, I sat on the couch opposite. He was a new client to Marla's service and I was unsure what he liked. Would he spend the rest of our time together smoking pot? Would he want me to suck his cock until he came on my face again? Whatever... It was up to him. I wasn't in a hurry to initiate more sex. I was paid no matter what he wanted to do.

I was still naked. I crossed my legs and leaned back into the couch. I was in no hurry. The bourbon was making me as relaxed as Steven looked. Steven's cock was flaccid. I'd know if he was getting horny again by the hardness of his cock. We spent several minutes in silence. Steven rolled another joint while I continued to sip bourbon.

I decided it was going to be up to me to start a conversation.Where are you from? Why are you in the city? For how long? I didn't bother asking if he was married. The lighter skin on his ring finger where he'd removed his ring told me that. More minutes crept by as we talked about nothing while Steven became more stoned.

Steven's cock was still flaccid when he asked me to spread my legs. I rested my feet on the edge of the couch and did as asked. Steven pulled his chair closer to the coffee table separating us until we were no more than five feet apart.

"Pull your lips apart."

I did so with a finger of each hand on my lips.

"Damn, you have a ...
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