DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8

... things I'd done wrong was the reason for my being called onto the carpet.

When Marla handed me a letter and showed me the contents of a large package, I knew it was something unusual. But at least I wasn't in trouble. Looking in the box again after reading the letter, I just shook my head in disbelief. There are times when even a whore just has to ask,"What... The... Fuck?" This was one of them.

The instructions in the letter which had come with the package were clear enough. I was to arrive early enough to dress and set the scene... How I was to act... But I couldn't help myself! Looking at the contents of the package again, I started laughing.

We were in Marla's office, and I stopped laughing when she frowned across the desk. But I couldn't help some girly giggles as I read the instructions again. "If you can't control yourself when the client is in the room, maybe I should give the appointment to another of my girls," Marla observed with the same frowny face.

Thinking of the very large fee the client had offered, I shook my head. "No. No, I can do this. It's just something I've never even thought about." I looked in the package once more and pulled an item out. "I'll look like an idiot."

"Yes, well... I'm sure the money will make you feel better. Ours not to reason why and all that... Just try it on to see if it fits." Minutes later, after I re-entered the office, Marla looked at me then made a down motion with a finger. I got on hands and knees and at ...

... another finger command shuffled through a complete 360 turn. When next I looked, Marla had her hand over her mouth to hide a grin. She didn't laugh, but there was definite mirth in her voice as she declared that it fit me. After clearing her throat while regaining control of her facial expression, she asked, "So, do you want the assignment? It's a little later in the day than usual for you but now that you've moved into your'Mom Apartment'," Marla air quoted, "I didn't think that would matter."

For the last four evenings, I'd busied myself moving clothes and other things from my bedroom in my parents' house into the tiny efficiency apartment that Mom and Dad would think was where I lived. I bought groceries to put on shelves and in the refrigerator to further the impression I lived there. Mom, of course, had to drive into the city with a carload of my things to check out my new digs. She liked the neighborhood but wasn't impressed with the efficiency. Mom would have been impressed with my other apartment, but I hoped she'd never find out about my much more spacious brownstone two blocks away. I especially hoped Mom would never find out what I did to earn the money that let me afford it!

My Mom Apartment was a complete lie. But so had my life been for the last ten months. My parents thought I worked office jobs through a temp agency. While technically Marla did run a temp agency out of which I worked, on the rare occasions I was requested to meet a client at his office I ...