the doors slid open, I stepped out into the corridor. At least there didn't seem to be anyone else around, which meant that hopefully I'd be able to avoid any more prying eyes. Taking a deep breath, I walked past a series of doors before finally reaching one with Mr. Archer's name etched into a small bronze plaque. I paused to compose myself, before realizing that there was no point delaying things. I reached out and knocked.
"Come in!" called out a female voice.
I froze. A female voice? All sorts of panicked fears raced through my mind before I finally opened the door and stepped inside.
"You must be Ms. Smith," the woman behind the desk said, with a suspicious look in her eyes. "Belle Smith? Mr. Archer's four o'clock?"
"Um, yeah," I muttered. "That's me."
"You can go straight in," she said sourly.
Smiling politely, I hurried past her desk and head through to the next room, which turned out to be a fairly small office with a desk at one end and, behind the desk, a middle-aged man leafing through some paperwork.
"Hi!" he said, getting up and hurrying over to shake my hand. "You must be Belle, right?"
"Yeah," I replied, unable to think about anything else apart from the fact that I was about to have sex with this guy. I glanced around the room, but the only furniture apart from the desk was a small table with two chairs facing it. I'd been kind of expecting a sofa or something.
"So," Mr. Archer said, seeming a little nervous. "I guess we should..." After a brief pause, he reached into his pocket and took out a small fold of banknotes. "A thousand dollars," he said, handing them to me. "As discussed."
"Thank you," I replied, slipping the money into my bag. Whereas Drake Parkin had been very clear and firm about what he wanted, this Archer guy seemed to be completely the opposite. In fact, he seemed to be almost completely unable to make eye contact, and with a sinking feeling in my stomach I realized that I was going to have to take control.
"So," I said eventually, "you've got me for an hour. What is it, exactly, that you want to do?"
"I don't know," he replied, glancing over at his desk. "I guess... I guess we could do it on the desk. Or maybe in my chair."
"If that's what you want."
"Yeah," he said, turning and walking to the desk. He seemed extremely nervous, and as he started clearing papers from the desk in preparation for our session, I couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for him.
"So what do you want today?" I asked, hoping to get him a little more in the mood. "You got any thoughts about how you want to do this?"
"Um, well, I don't know," he said, as he finished clearing his desk and turned to face me. "How do you normally get things started?"
"Normally?" I ask, realizing that this guy was under the impression that I had tons of experience. Figuring that maybe he needed a little visual stimulation, I started unbuttoning my blouse, eventually slipping it off and then removing my bra. With my breasts exposed, I stepped toward him, feeling slightly amused by his inability to do anything other than stare straight at my chest.
"You like them?" I asked, getting close enough for my nipples to brush against the fabric of his suit. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but I was getting enough of a buzz simply from being naked.
He nodded.
"You want to... touch them?" I continued, surprised by my ability to get things started so easily.
Nervously, he reached up and held his hands close to my breasts for a moment. Realizing that he was having trouble actually touching them, I stepped into his grasp, feeling the warm palms of his hands against my nipples.
"Now -" I started to say, before his cellphone started to ring and he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Sorry!" he spluttered, turning and grabbing the phone. As he stared at the screen, his face seemed to drain of all its color. "Fuck, it's my wife," he said, turning to me. "I have to take this. Do you mind waiting two minutes?"
"Sure," I said, shocked at the
"Come in!" called out a female voice.
I froze. A female voice? All sorts of panicked fears raced through my mind before I finally opened the door and stepped inside.
"You must be Ms. Smith," the woman behind the desk said, with a suspicious look in her eyes. "Belle Smith? Mr. Archer's four o'clock?"
"Um, yeah," I muttered. "That's me."
"You can go straight in," she said sourly.
Smiling politely, I hurried past her desk and head through to the next room, which turned out to be a fairly small office with a desk at one end and, behind the desk, a middle-aged man leafing through some paperwork.
"Hi!" he said, getting up and hurrying over to shake my hand. "You must be Belle, right?"
"Yeah," I replied, unable to think about anything else apart from the fact that I was about to have sex with this guy. I glanced around the room, but the only furniture apart from the desk was a small table with two chairs facing it. I'd been kind of expecting a sofa or something.
"So," Mr. Archer said, seeming a little nervous. "I guess we should..." After a brief pause, he reached into his pocket and took out a small fold of banknotes. "A thousand dollars," he said, handing them to me. "As discussed."
"Thank you," I replied, slipping the money into my bag. Whereas Drake Parkin had been very clear and firm about what he wanted, this Archer guy seemed to be completely the opposite. In fact, he seemed to be almost completely unable to make eye contact, and with a sinking feeling in my stomach I realized that I was going to have to take control.
"So," I said eventually, "you've got me for an hour. What is it, exactly, that you want to do?"
"I don't know," he replied, glancing over at his desk. "I guess... I guess we could do it on the desk. Or maybe in my chair."
"If that's what you want."
"Yeah," he said, turning and walking to the desk. He seemed extremely nervous, and as he started clearing papers from the desk in preparation for our session, I couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for him.
"So what do you want today?" I asked, hoping to get him a little more in the mood. "You got any thoughts about how you want to do this?"
"Um, well, I don't know," he said, as he finished clearing his desk and turned to face me. "How do you normally get things started?"
"Normally?" I ask, realizing that this guy was under the impression that I had tons of experience. Figuring that maybe he needed a little visual stimulation, I started unbuttoning my blouse, eventually slipping it off and then removing my bra. With my breasts exposed, I stepped toward him, feeling slightly amused by his inability to do anything other than stare straight at my chest.
"You like them?" I asked, getting close enough for my nipples to brush against the fabric of his suit. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but I was getting enough of a buzz simply from being naked.
He nodded.
"You want to... touch them?" I continued, surprised by my ability to get things started so easily.
Nervously, he reached up and held his hands close to my breasts for a moment. Realizing that he was having trouble actually touching them, I stepped into his grasp, feeling the warm palms of his hands against my nipples.
"Now -" I started to say, before his cellphone started to ring and he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Sorry!" he spluttered, turning and grabbing the phone. As he stared at the screen, his face seemed to drain of all its color. "Fuck, it's my wife," he said, turning to me. "I have to take this. Do you mind waiting two minutes?"
"Sure," I said, shocked at the
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