DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8

... name tag a previous employee had left behind, so Rodney was now Bob to everyone. We'd flirt every time I was in the shop when he was working. Bob would always ask me if I'd dumped my boyfriend yet and was ready to date a 'real man'. Meaning him...

From my previous attempt to date Greg while trying to keep my life as a working Call Girl secret, I'd learned that was a recipe for disaster. I'd made up an imaginary boyfriend to refuse Bob without bruising his feelings. A shame really. Bob was a pleasant and tall Black guy who was one of the few men I've met who were taller than me even when I wore my high heels.

In the taxi to Tim's office building, I was still wondering why Tim insisted seeing me today when we already had a meeting scheduled only a couple of days away. What was also a surprise was Tim's reminder for me to pass myself off as a prospective German investor who needed legal advice. That would be easy. My height and blonde hair proclaimed to anyone looking that I had some Nordic heritage. Also, it turns out I have quite a knack for languages, too. Surprised the hell out'a me since I rarely studied in high school, but after three years of taking German as a foreign language for the easy C grade, I had a decent command of the spoken and written language.

Stopping in front of Tim's secretary's desk, "Guten Tag, Frau Phillips. Ich habe ein Treffen mit... Sorry, I say I have meeting with Timothy Duncan."

"Yes, Fräulein Fälschung. One second..." Fälschung was ...

... my private joke when I was passing as German. It roughly translated to 'fake' in English. Many clients I met at their office wanted people to think I was something other than an American whore there to give the boss a Nooner.

Ms. Phillips dialed Tim to tell him, "Your eleven o'clock is here".

Tim appeared, and I was struck by the change in his behavior from our previous meetings. Nervous, eyes darting everywhere and... I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He greeted me and then surprised me again by inviting Ms. Phillips to come with us and to bring her Notary Stamp. I wasn't sure what the hell was going on. I wasn't sure what elaborate fantasy Tim was acting out. Did he want Ms. Phillips to join us in a threesome? I looked at her for the first time as a potential sex partner. Not quite to my taste, but I'd done worse. I decided to go with the flow. After all, I've gotta keep the client happy.

I spoke in broken English and'forgot' at times, slipping into German to ask,'Where is the nearest train station?' and other nonsense. I played along and signed papers as Tisla Fälschung, the name I used meeting clients at their offices. The papers seemed to be written in German, but I didn't have time for more than a glance before Tim would have me signing another. I thought this was taking play acting to the extreme.

Once Tim decided enough papers had been signed and notarized, he made a pretense of looking at his watch and informed Ms. Phillips she could go on to lunch. ...