his throat. “All in order. Are you ready to sign?”
“Yes.”
“Outstanding.”
Amy left the office as if floating on a cloud. It had been a surreal afternoon: a strange opportunity, a handsome man, a weirdly erotic encounter, and now her first check.
After they signed the papers Mr. King decided to give her a signing bonus, to the tune of twenty thousand dollars. He’d told her to buy something nice for herself and then it was over. They shook hands, arranged their next meeting and she left.
Amy wasn’t sure where to begin. Should she quit her job? No, too soon, she decided. Instead, she bought a nice dress; a tight black number with a plunging v-neck to highlight her mammoth breasts.
She stood in front of her mirror admiring her body. She ran her hands over her breasts and thought of Mr. King: his strong gaze, his soft lips. She felt a connection to him; she wondered if the feeling was mutual.
The doorbell rang. As she walked to the door she took a breath. Best not to get ahead of myself, she thought.
The car ride was short. A chauffeur drove her to a large estate on the outskirts of town. The house was hidden in the woods and couldn’t be seen from the road. Every light in the house was on, making the trees glow. From a distance, Amy thought it looked as if the woods were on fire.
The driver let her out in front of the house and drove off. Amy approached the house cautiously; she suddenly felt nervous. She stopped in front of the door, straightened her dress and raised her hand to knock, when the door flew open. Amy jumped. Mr. King stood in the doorway.
“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He cleared his throat in an attempt to stifle his laughter. He didn’t want to embarrass her. It was their first time together and he could only imagine how awkward this must be for her. “Please, come in.”
Amy walked into the large entryway and stood in awe. The house was like something out of a magazine. “Your home is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Mr. Kings’ hands were to her shoulders pulling her coat off. They slipped down her arms, gently brushing her skin. Amy felt a slight chill at his touch. “Are you cold? It’s freezing out there.”
Amy smiled and said, “Yes it’s chilly.”
“Maybe we should go into the living room, by the-” Amy turned to reveal her dress and his words were cut short.
Mr. King’s eyes were drawn straight to her breasts. The dress propped them up and accentuated them in a way Amy knew he would appreciate. They looked like a gift begging to be unwrapped.
To Amy’s surprise, Mr. King’s eyes began to move lower, examining her legs and hips. He seemed attracted to the whole package, not just her breasts.
“-by the fire,” he said, finishing his thought. “This way.”
He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her into the room.
They stood in front of the fire together. Amy crossed her arms under her breasts and pretended to have the chills. It was an excuse to squeeze her breasts together, showing off her already ample cleavage.
Mr. King smiled. He knew what she was doing, but he still appreciated the show. “Would you like a drink?”
Amy nodded. He walked away and returned with a bourbon. Amy drank hers down in two gulps, she was more nervous than she’d realized. The bourbon felt nice and warm inside her though. She could already feel herself relax.
“Another?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a reply; he fetched her another drink, which she immediately downed.
Mr. King searched for a way to gently introduce the matter at hand, but failed to find an entry. To his surprise, Amy found it for him.
“Shall we begin?” she asked.
Even though they had discussed what would be required of Amy, and had signed a contract, Mr. King still worried she wouldn’t be ready. Those fears proved unfounded as Amy took the thin
“Yes.”
“Outstanding.”
Amy left the office as if floating on a cloud. It had been a surreal afternoon: a strange opportunity, a handsome man, a weirdly erotic encounter, and now her first check.
After they signed the papers Mr. King decided to give her a signing bonus, to the tune of twenty thousand dollars. He’d told her to buy something nice for herself and then it was over. They shook hands, arranged their next meeting and she left.
Amy wasn’t sure where to begin. Should she quit her job? No, too soon, she decided. Instead, she bought a nice dress; a tight black number with a plunging v-neck to highlight her mammoth breasts.
She stood in front of her mirror admiring her body. She ran her hands over her breasts and thought of Mr. King: his strong gaze, his soft lips. She felt a connection to him; she wondered if the feeling was mutual.
The doorbell rang. As she walked to the door she took a breath. Best not to get ahead of myself, she thought.
The car ride was short. A chauffeur drove her to a large estate on the outskirts of town. The house was hidden in the woods and couldn’t be seen from the road. Every light in the house was on, making the trees glow. From a distance, Amy thought it looked as if the woods were on fire.
The driver let her out in front of the house and drove off. Amy approached the house cautiously; she suddenly felt nervous. She stopped in front of the door, straightened her dress and raised her hand to knock, when the door flew open. Amy jumped. Mr. King stood in the doorway.
“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He cleared his throat in an attempt to stifle his laughter. He didn’t want to embarrass her. It was their first time together and he could only imagine how awkward this must be for her. “Please, come in.”
Amy walked into the large entryway and stood in awe. The house was like something out of a magazine. “Your home is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Mr. Kings’ hands were to her shoulders pulling her coat off. They slipped down her arms, gently brushing her skin. Amy felt a slight chill at his touch. “Are you cold? It’s freezing out there.”
Amy smiled and said, “Yes it’s chilly.”
“Maybe we should go into the living room, by the-” Amy turned to reveal her dress and his words were cut short.
Mr. King’s eyes were drawn straight to her breasts. The dress propped them up and accentuated them in a way Amy knew he would appreciate. They looked like a gift begging to be unwrapped.
To Amy’s surprise, Mr. King’s eyes began to move lower, examining her legs and hips. He seemed attracted to the whole package, not just her breasts.
“-by the fire,” he said, finishing his thought. “This way.”
He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her into the room.
They stood in front of the fire together. Amy crossed her arms under her breasts and pretended to have the chills. It was an excuse to squeeze her breasts together, showing off her already ample cleavage.
Mr. King smiled. He knew what she was doing, but he still appreciated the show. “Would you like a drink?”
Amy nodded. He walked away and returned with a bourbon. Amy drank hers down in two gulps, she was more nervous than she’d realized. The bourbon felt nice and warm inside her though. She could already feel herself relax.
“Another?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a reply; he fetched her another drink, which she immediately downed.
Mr. King searched for a way to gently introduce the matter at hand, but failed to find an entry. To his surprise, Amy found it for him.
“Shall we begin?” she asked.
Even though they had discussed what would be required of Amy, and had signed a contract, Mr. King still worried she wouldn’t be ready. Those fears proved unfounded as Amy took the thin
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