1. DiscreetOfficeServices.Com... Chapters 5--6


    Date: 3/29/2024, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp 

    ... business as a temp agency. I wasn't worried. Depending on my gifts, just three clients a month would let me afford the rent.

Out on the sidewalk, I walked about the neighborhood and knew I'd found my niche. Apartments and small specialty stores were interspaced along the street. A short walk from a laundry and a corner grocery. A short walk to a subway station in one direction and in the other direction was the train stop I'd get off at in the mornings. There was even a Coffee Clutch was just a block away. A great apartment and a great location...

Six Months Past...

Showing no hurry to move, Greg rested beside me. We'd just had sex for the last time. In an hour he'd leave my apartment for the airport. In the three weeks we'd had together, we'd spent every minute we could in my bed or his. I was of two minds about his leaving.

On the one hand, I liked him. We had fun together in-or-out of bed. In the time we'd had together, Greg had demonstrated many times that he's an imaginative and wonderful lover. Greg had helped me to rediscover that sex could be fun and not a monetary transaction. As great as the sex had been, it was just being with someone close to my own age that was the best. Someone I could talk to about TV programs and music instead of what a bitch a client's wife was. He filled a void in my life and not just the void between my legs.

On the other hand, I was tired of lying all the time. To spend more time with Greg, I'd lied to Marla about being ...
    ... sick so I could turn down clients. When Greg questioned why I kept disappearing to be on the train at a specific time, I lied about my mom being sick and I had to be at home at night to help my parents. He was curious how I could afford my Brownstone apartment on a temp's pay and I lied about having a trust fund from my grandparents. Greg got curious when I took phone calls and I'd walk to where he couldn't hear. He even accused me of being secretly married!

It seemed my secret life as a Call Girl just wasn't going to allow me to have a healthy relationship with a man.

Sighing that he really didn't want to leave, Greg moved off the bed and walked into my bathroom. Where once we'd showered with exploring hands and laughter, with blow jobs and stand-up sex, today we were quiet. It didn't help my mood that beneath Greg's reluctance to leave, I could sense his excitement at moving away to start his new job. Standing beside a taxi a little while later, Greg kissed me and got in. Rolling down the window he yelled, "You've got to tell me! Was it imagination or memory?" I waved goodbye and didn't answer.

To distract myself, I called Marla. It was time to go back to work. My mood wasn't lifted when the two clients Marla offered me for tomorrow were both on my'YECK' list. Clients I'd met before who'd turned out to be two packs-a-day smokers and my grandfather's age. I'd kept waiting for them to have heart attacks while gasping for breath on top of me. Deciding it must be Marla ...
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