The Working Girl Part One - Sex Stories

The Working Girl Part One

... cuddling and gentle kisses to make him feel "whole", as he put it. It worked out fairly well for me, I made a good deal of money, and took care of a few kids from time to time to cover the income. Plus, there was zero debt after four years of college. I bitched to my mother and father about my student loans, just to make it look good. Now I'm looking at law schools, and I expect to be accepted wherever I apply as my college performance was fantastic. However, life, especially in this, ah, business, can throw you a few curves. I'm enjoying the afterglow of my previously mentioned caller, and a little masturbation is called for. He got me very, very well, but I'm a little bit horny. What girl doesn't get that way from time to time? After that, it's e-mail, and news from mom is good, dad has a fabulous new position, with the stock options alone worth quite a bit. His severance from the old company was excellent as well, and he looked to run the new place for a mere three years before retiring. Yay! He and mom worked damned hard to give us everything, and a reasonably early retirement was well earned. Going home for Christmas would be extra fun this year! What's this? Kevin Marsden has a new referral he'd like me to meet? And the guy also knows Blaine Hammond? Both of them are 60+ pillars of society who haven't traded in their wives for trophy wives, but they're tired of their uninterested wives and so they treat me very well, Hammond also credits me with helping him with an ED ...

... issue that his wife had no interest in helping at all. The guy's a top flight exec, certainly in the financial ballpark, (I'm easy, but most certainly not cheap) and was a "good guy who's wife stopped giving a crap a few years ago" according to Marsden. I quickly call Marsden because at this point, I know he's likely golfing. "Heya sexy, how are you?" "I'm good," I reply, "tell me more about the new guy." "He's pretty cool, we've already golfed together, he's a hotshot in the finance world, but is ultra worried about being found out. I told him you were the soul of discretion." "Did you also explain I'm not just a piece of ass? You know my rules." He laughed. "Yeah, yeah, he knows. He's been getting the cold shoulder at home, he's very bright, and interested in opera which ought to get you going in itself! I know that you like the talk part as well, and he's also a big fan of first editions, and I told him you were a book lover. Sound good?" "Mmmm...so far, looks?" While I'm not about to discount a possible client, I won't see a young guy, or someone who's in terrible shape. The last thing I need is for some overweight guy to have a heart attack while trying to keep up with me. "I dunno, six one, maybe two ten, the dark iron grey you go for, not muscular but in decent shape." "Sounds good to me, pass along the info, and we'll see if he musters up. Now how about you? I know your wife is off in the Carribbean, maybe a nice bit of dinner and some fun?" While I hardly expect them ...