DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 3--4 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 3--4

... slightly, and shake my girls to rest comfortably in the cups. All finished in under six seconds.

Charlie didn't care what I wore to our sessions. He was more interested in how I wore his latest Kinbaku creation. Comfortable jeans and t-shirt, exchange fuck-me stilettos for socks and running shoes... I continued to dress quickly as we exchanged small talk about scheduling our next session. Checking my cell phone calendar, I had an open afternoon in ten days, and Charlie agreed he'd call Marla to book me. In the bathroom, I ran a brush through my hair. I was putting on a heavy coat of lipstick using the mirror when he asked if I'd do four hours. I agreed but called out, "Charlie, the lattice work looks pretty complicated. I don't think even four hours will be enough to do the photographs you'll want afterward. I'll leave my schedule open in case you want more time."

Marla would charge extra for one of her girls to be tied up (pun intended) with only one man for six hours instead of satisfying two of her clientele in that same span of time. Charlie had money so he'd pay it. I was already banking the extra money in my imagination as I exited the bathroom and got my shit together. I was in a hurry, but I didn't rush when I went to my knees and gave Charlie the special Mark of Excellence I reserved for only my PCs, Preferred Customers. Amazing how leaving a red kiss on the tip of a cock brought me so many repeat clients as well as fat gifts. Speaking of gifts, Charlie handed ...

... me an envelope as I was ready to open the door. I gave him a big, red kiss on the cheek. Laughing, I yelled, 'Don't forget to wash your face!',as I ran down the alley towards the street.

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Charlie was the only client I'd agreed to see today. I felt slightly guilty for 'ending work' early but with a hefty bank balance while hundred dollar bills from gifts continued to rise to a respectable level in theFLOUR tin on my kitchen counter, I wasn't feelingvery guilty I'd turned down a paying client when Marla called. I spent much of my day doing housework. I'd just collected my clean laundry from the laundromat down the street and was in a hurry to get back to my warm apartment and out of the Winter cold. I was dragging my wheeled laundry hamper behind me when I heard a quiet, almost reverential,"Whooaaa, baaabyyy."

Walking into a cold wind that streamed my long hair behind me, I'd kept my head down and hadn't been paying much attention to my surroundings. Looking, I saw a young guy who'd just exited his apartment building. He was looking back and I had the feeling his words were meant for me. Pretty positive the long, low whistle that followed was for my ass framed in tight jeans since most of my torso was covered by the fleece lined aviator jacket I had on to ward off the cold. Some girls are pissed at conduct like that. Me, I kinda like looking good enough to get a wolf whistle. Sure enough, just moments later the guy was beside my shoulder, matching his steps ...