Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h - Sex Stories

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... internal alarm sounded. The guy looked too composed, too aloof, and he certainly wasn’t ogling me in this dress like Chuck had, and most guys would. I smelled cop. He told me how nice I looked, but without passion. How would I handle this? First thing was to distance myself from the money, just in case.

“Hi, how are you? Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Would you like something, a Pepsi maybe?” I hoped I didn’t sound like I was babbling.

He was the quintessential tall, dark, and handsome man. The guy obviously worked out, as evidenced by his strong upper body and his nicely tapered waistline that couldn’t be hidden under his sport coat. When he made the move to hand me the money envelope, I vaguely gestured toward the counter. He got the hint and put it there. While making small talk, I ‘accidently’ bumped the envelope, sending it to the floor. His no-nonsense stare, his lack of any unease, and his evasion of my chit-chat questions confirmed it for me. Had I said or done anything so far that would be patently illegal?

“So, what are you going to do for me?” he asked.

“I don’t know, after all it IS a date,” I said, sounding obtuse enough to be okay. “You want to get comfortable?” I asked, pointing to the sofa instead of the bedroom. When he hesitated, I added, “Oh, you dropped your envelope.”

“Not mine, it’s for your services.”

“And what services might we be talking about?” He stood staring at me. I stood staring at him. It was a standoff.

“Okay, ...

... lady, let’s cut the bullshit.” He pulled his badge from his pants pocket and showed it to me. “We both know what this is about.”

I figured I’d caught on in time and hadn’t admitted to anything illegal, and still had my clothes on. “What IS this all about, Officer? It’s only a date—where are you taking me to dinner?” I said. Now that was pure bullshit—I gave him my million dollar smile.

“Look, we know you’re engaging in prostitution here,” he said.

“Are you going to arrest me?” Why stand here and deny it?

“No…you’re smarter than the usual assortment of hookers. Or maybe just lucky you played it right. Whatever, I’m only going to warn you this time. Personally, I don’t know why a good looking, middle class lady such as yourself is doing this. Can’t be simply for the money,” he said, slightly shaking his head. He finally bent down and picked up the envelope that had remained on the floor as if it were poison. To me, maybe it was.

“I’m not sure I understand all of what you’re talking about, but I’ll be good.”

His expression softened a bit, as he said, “I can see you’re no dummy. I know to some gals this seems like a great way to make extra money, but I’ve seen things that would scare anyone. Some real nasty things. I don’t want to see a nice lady like you get hurt.”

“You didn’t simply call me on a whim, did you? Why exactly are you here, some sort of a crackdown?”

He chuckled. “Ma’am, may I sit down? Don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble today.” He sat on ...