DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2

... day?"

Marla laughed and answered, "For someone with your looks and body? I can find you work seven days a week if that's what you want. Is it?"

"No! I mean, I wouldn't be able to explain my trips into the city on the weekends."

"Well, as I said before, with just a little luck as far as scheduling goes, I'm certain you can have two clients a day very soon if you want that much money."

For the next hour, Marla went over her rules. I could turn down requests from clients if there was fear of bodily harm or arrest. Marla also said I could turn down requests for anal sex unless,'the client requests it in advance so you can get ready.' I'd never let a guy trythat. I was curious how a gal got'ready' for anal sex but was too shy to ask. We decided on my 'working' name, and after answering a few more questions I had, Marla leaned back in her chair and asked if I'd be willing to start today.

"Today!? You mean, like,now!?"

"Certainly. Why not? Viv, if you're going to back out, now's the time to find out. This way, I won't have wasted very much of my time."

I thought for maybe five seconds. After I said a hesitant okay, Marla called someone, and, just like that, I had my first appointment with a client scheduled for about an hour from now. Marla made me memorize the client's name and address and, then, added, "If you chicken out, which has happened before with other girls, no hard feelings, just never come to me again. Viv, you're very intelligent, and you have the ...

... face and figure to make a lot of money." Marla looked at her watch and concluded, "You now have fifty minutes to decide if you have thecourage to follow through with what it takes to earn that money!"

I was unsure I had the courage. Very, very unsure. But forty-five minutes later I was in a stranger's office as he expressed his delight while locking his door. "Damn, Marla said she was sending someone who was perfect. Now I believe her. You are everything I hoped for, Viv."

The man glanced at his watch and exclaimed, "Damn! I don't have much time. I wasn't expecting Marla's call back saying she'd found a girl; I scheduled a meeting with my sales reps in... Damn it! Get undressed. Get undressed," I was commanded as he took off his coat and tie.

When he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair, I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it. When his pants hit the floor, so, too, did my skirt. Boxers and panties dropped at the same time. I still had my bra on, but he reached around behind me to unhook it. In less than a minute, we were both naked, and he had my boobs in his hands, fondling their softness and telling me how perfect they were.

I like to think I have a nice body. Though I'm a hair over six-foot tall in bare feet, I have a slender frame, 34-23-35, which made my DD boobs even more noticeable. I've lost count of the times I've caught men, and even women, staring at the straining buttons of my shirts. Big boobs are hard to hide and are seemingly difficult to ...