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DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8
Date: 11/6/2023, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp
... cook! "Don't judge me," I told Imaginary Mom, who was sitting on the other side of my couch and frowning at my diet. "I know how to cook, but spending all that time cooking for just one is so much trouble!"Big frown. "I'll cook something healthy tomorrow night. Promise!" Surfing TV channels and shopping online on my computer while drying my hair took the last of my energy. Turning off the lights I went to bed. In the dark, lying in my bed, I couldn't help laughing when my thoughts took a weird turn. Contrasting my days of sex, cocks and cum with my nights of TV shows, Pop Tarts and an empty bed... ********** I'd planned on sleeping late. My first appointment today wasn't until noon. Unfortunately, Marla had other ideas and her call woke me at 8am. "Oh, good. You're awake," Marla said in her cheery voice. "I amnow," I grumped but my sarcasm either went right past her or she chose to ignore it. "I have a client who insists on meeting you today. You've met him many times. It's Tim. I explained you were already busy, but he insisted and offered triple his usual fee. I can send another girl to your first appointment if you agree to see Tim at his office." Triple the usual fee Marla charged for my time? No wonder she was ready to rearrange my schedule! I sure as hell wouldn't mind the extra money, but I thought meeting at his office was a bit strange if he wanted enough sex to make that amount of money worthwhile. I agreed to see Tim and Marla hung up after ...
... giving me instructions. Standing at my kitchen counter, I munched Pop Tarts with my morning coffee. I couldn't figure out why Tim was so eager to see me. Especially at his office. Except for our first time, we'd always met at a hotel. Shrugging, from a closet I dug out the large sports bag I've had since high school. A boyfriend and I had used the excuse of learning how to play tennis at the high school tennis courts as a reason to slip away from parental supervision. Tennis wasn't what we were interested in at the time. Instead of playing tennis, we studied biology and anatomy under the bleachers of the high school football field. I couldn't help smiling as I remembered thosegood-old-days of trying to stay quiet and hidden from those around us who were using the athletic field for non-sexual activities. But I had other things to do today that required my boobs and pussy. Everything I needed for my special afternoon client fit inside the bag. I wouldn't have time to come back to my apartment between appointments. I'd need to take the bag with me while meeting my morning client. Deciding to continue the sports theme, I put on what would pass as clothes for tennis. Not wearing a bra would have to supply my nod to sexy. If anyone asked, I could claim I had a tennis date after my 'business' meeting with Tim. Walking into the Coffee Clutch for a better breakfast than Pop Tarts, I was greeted as usual by 'Bob'. Bob wasn't Rodney's name, but the manager had had an extra ...