DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2

... dislikes, etc. Marla would make notes. If he called again, I or another girl would know a bit about him rather than going in cold as I had. I heard the click of a keyboard in the background, and Marla told me that my share of the fee this client had been charged for my time was now deposited into my bank account. Another very profitable day was over.

Marla had explained her 'payment plan' when she'd recruited me. She ran a completely cashless business. Money would be transferred to an offshore bank from a client's credit card. A series of bank transfers would automatically occur and from a different offshore bank, my share of the fee would be transferred into my banking account.

I never had to discuss money with clients. If I was sent by Marla, it meant my time was already paid for. Marla ran a very exclusive business. Beautiful girls were offered to very wealthy clients. As she'd once told me,'If their credit card doesn't have a high enough limit to pay my fee, then they're not wealthy enough for me to fool with.'

Wealthy clients meant nice gifts. Three to five hundred dollar gifts were about average. On one very good day, after seeing two clients, I'd gone home with a thousand dollars in my purse. All cash and tax-free. The money Marla deposited into my bank account was taxable though, darn it!

Glancing at my watch in the taxi, I knew I was cutting it close, but I would make it on time to catch the train to the suburbs. I had the driver drop me two blocks from ...

... my Brownstone. I've had clients try to track me down outside of work, and now I took precautions. I went inside the apartment building I was dropped off in front of and exited out the back door.

Taking shortcuts through parking areas, I hoofed it as quickly as I could in four-inch heels to my building. Inside, I stripped off my heels, checked my mailbox (empty), and ran the stairs to the top floor as my nod to cardio.

Locking my door behind me, I stripped off my 'Work Clothes'. Clothes my parents would never have let me wear in public. My gift money joined other hundreds in the tin markedFlour on my kitchen counter. From a small drawer beside my stove, I pulled out an even smaller baggie. I'd fucked two clients today. Questing between my legs, I found the string and pulled out the tampon I'd inserted to stop Jim's cum from wetting my panties. The tampon went into a baggie, and the baggie went into the trash.

After washing my fingers, I carried my clothes into the bedroom and left them on my bed. All the jewelry my mom would never believe I could afford on what I earned as an office temp was left on my dresser. My watch was the only indulgence I allowed myself to wear at home. It was exhausting enough to remember to change one set of jewelry for another. Luckily, my parents wouldn't know a four thousand dollar Cartier Rose Gold watch from a ten dollar Wal-Mart Swatch.

Turning the water on in my shower, I twisted my long hair into a bun and pinned it. A quick wash ...