DISCREETOFFICESERVICES.COM Chapter 21.0.1
Friday Morning…
Waking, I lifted my head from the pillow just enough to stare blearily at the numbers on my alarm clock. I dropped my face into the pillow with a mumbled, Fucking asshole! Pretty pointless since Danny wasn’t there to hear me. But it needed to be said. I hadn’t slept well and I was in a bad mood.
According to my clock, I should still be sleeping for at least another hour or two. Days and nights spent with Danny had re-wired my sleep time. Years of growing up on a farm made it impossible for Danny not to wake up with the dawn! Time spent with Danny during the wedding. Nights spent with Danny during and after the wedding when he woke me up in, admittedly delicious ways, for fooling around before he needed to leave for work… The asshole seemed to have infected me with waking up at ‘Danny Time’! The bastard!
The sky was dark grey with only a hint of pink on the horizon outside my window. Barely past fucking dawn! I’m not a morning person. One big plus in my book for being a call girl was that I rarely had to get out of bed before 9 am. Yet here I was. Awake and not in a good mood. ‘All because of that asshole, Danny,’ I growled. And I was cold! The bastard had nudged my thermostat down the last time he’d been in my apartment. I like temperatures that Danny griped smothered him. He’d nudge the thermostat down when I wasn’t looking, and I’d nudge it back to where I liked it when I felt cold.
My anger must have kept me warm last night, I hadn’t felt the chill in my apartment. Now my apartment was an icebox and, of course, it was Danny’s fault! My feet were cold! I needed to pee! I was watching the sun rise through my window! I was alone in my bed with no one to warm my feet up! No one to yell at…
‘That fucking asshole,’ I growled again as I crawled out of bed, dragging and wrapping a blanket around me. I slipped on my fluffy, bunny slippers and they shush… shush… shushed across my floor in time to my slow, shuffling walk. I nudge the thermostat back to where I liked it until the cold air from the vents stopped with a last sigh and began my morning routine. Pee, gripe about the cold toilet seat, start coffee, brush teeth, wash face, drink first and second cup of coffee, brush out bed hair, gulp third cup of coffee, pee again, Pop Tarts washed down with a fourth cup of coffee… By the time I’d finished the basics of my morning routine, my apartment was warm enough that I could leave the cocoon of my blanket and spread it back over the bed after I changed the sheets.
In the apartment below mine, Danny would be dressing and getting ready for work. I wanted to stomp across my floor so Danny would know I was aggravated with him. But I couldn’t do that and give the asshole the satisfaction of knowing I was aggravated with him! Damn it! There’s nothing more frustrating than being mad at someone but you didn’t want him to know you cared enough to be mad at him! I needed more coffee! Looking out my window I was on my fifth cup when I saw Danny on the street walking towards the subway. I wanted to open my window and yell, ‘You asshole!’ But then I remembered I didn’t care. Instead of yelling out my window, I went to pee again.
I’d agreed to see one client today before my weekend of French Maid cosplay began. I did a few household chores, took a shower and got dressed for my appointment. This was an office visit, so I dressed well in a dark blue pencil skirt, a white, button-down silk blouse, and a navy-blue blazer. I’d given up my German heiress identity because I’d used that with Tim. ‘People’ might be looking for that persona. I had no idea who these people were, but I knew I didn’t want to attract their attention. I wore sensible flats now instead of heels to disguise my height a little. Stylish large-lensed, tinted glasses that covered much of my face added to the disguise. I was just a normal, rich American now. I even had a manila envelope stuffed with blank papers I carried into ‘meetings’. But underneath my business attire, I had on my ‘business frillies’. The shelf bra and matching lace panties under my boring business clothes were guaranteed to get a guy’s motor running.
On the sidewalk, I was aware of the men appreciating the way my tits swayed in time to my steps. A shelf bra was pretty much what the name implied. It formed a small, barely one inch, ‘shelf’ my Double Ds rested on. My boobs were supported but not confined by bra cups. The bounce and sway of my large boobs were very noticeable through the gap in my blazer.
At the office building, I checked the time. It looked like I was going to be a little early. That was fine with me. In the building’s foyer, I stood to one side to check if Marla had sent another e-mail to my phone. She hadn’t. My client was in his mid-forties. A first-timer of our service. No special requests noted. Looked like all he wanted was a happy Nooner. He’d finish out his boring day at his boring job before leaving to go home to his boring wife. He’d be fine for a while, then he’d probably call Marla for a girl again. I’d make a note of his likes and dislikes. That way Marla would have more info for the next girl to have.
Mr. Simons, ‘Please, call me Gareth’, was pretty much what I’d expected. A little shorter than me. Love handles and a belly that was overlapping his belt more than a little bit. He used a cologne I didn’t like the smell of but at least he didn’t reek like he’d taken a bath in it. After words of introduction to satisfy his secretary that I was visiting on legitimate business, Gareth closed and locked the door to his office. I sat in the middle of the small couch in his office and patted the seat next to me so he’d have to sit close.
“Wow. I saw you in the pictures your, ahh, manager, sent me to look through but you’re even prettier in person,” Gareth told me, sitting down. “I was told you’d, ah, cost more, but you’re certainly worth it. You’re very pretty.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a smile as I moved closer to Gareth. Initiating physical contact with the client ASAP was something you learned on the job. Twisting at the waist to face Gareth, I took his wrist and lifted his arm to rest along the back of the couch so I could move close enough to Gareth’s side that my breast was brushing against his side. Putting my forearm atop his arm, I bent my elbow and made a fist. Resting the side of my head against my fist, I used my other hand to fluff my hair down my back and out of the way. These movements pulled my blazer open and Gareth’s eyes were drawn to my chest where Double-Ds were straining the buttons of my silk blouse.
I reached over to play with Gareth’s tie. “So, I’m told that this is the first time you’ve used our service. Have you been using another agency?” If Gareth had some weird, crazy sexual requests that another service wouldn’t or couldn’t satisfy it was best to find out now.
“Oh, ah no. No. I’ve never called a, umm… I was at a luncheon meeting and, umm, one of the men there, ah, he was telling us about how exclusive this one service was and, umm, I just thought that… You know, maybe, I’d, ahh…”
I widened my smile and ran my hand over Gareth’s chest. I filled in the uncomfortable pause, “So, you decided to call a call girl? Hey! Don’t worry. You can call me what I am. Hell, you can call me a filthy whore while spanking my ass if you want to.” Gareth looked shocked at my language. I leaned in closer and just barely touched his lips with mine in a light kiss. My lips fluttered over his as I whispered, “Do you want to? Spank me?”
“No… I mean, I don’t want to spank you. I just thought… I, uh, I…”
I laughed. Gripping his tie, I pulled his mouth to mine for a real kiss, then rubbed noses as I observed, “Maybe you didn’t before, but now you can’t stop thinking about spanking my ass cheeks until they’re all red. Can you?” I took pity on the poor, stuttering guy and let go of his tie so he could regain some composure while I changed the subject, “You’ve never used an agency before, so, why now,” I asked.
“I, I mean we… My wife and I, we’ve been married for almost twenty-five years and for the last year or so… Well, for longer than that, she… She hasn’t shown much interest in, you know… I’m not that old, and I get… You know…” Wow, Gareth could give Danny lessons in how to fill up a simple story with awkward pauses. “So, when my business partner mentioned the, ah, agency you work for… He said that it was very, very private and, and… I guess I just wanted to try…”
I wanted to leave as soon as possible so I cut to the heart of the problem without ten minutes of stuttering pauses, “So, you called because your wife has been neglecting you and you’re horny.”
“I don’t want you to think I don’t love her,” Gareth hastened to add. “She’s a really great wife and mother. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with if she just, you know…”
Yea, well. I wasn’t here to offer marriage advice. “Yea, I know. I also know exactly what you need,” I told Gareth while loosening his tie. I kept my voice soft, “What you need is a little of the TLC you’re not getting at home.”
Standing up in front of Gareth, I pulled my tight skirt up until my crotch was almost in view. Spreading my legs until his were between mine, I moved forwards until my shins pressed against the couch. Gareth sat without moving. He looked like he was in shock. I bent from the waist and gave him a nice kiss, adding, in what I called my Triple S voice… Soft, Slow and Sultry… “You just get comfortable and relax, Baby. When it comes to Tender-Loving-Care, you just hit the jackpot.”
I sat down on Gareth’s thighs and reached for his tie. Loosening the knot, I pulled it all the way off and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. Reaching down between us, I started on his belt buckle. “When was the last time you had a blow job?”
“It’s been a long time,” Gareth answered softly. Poor guy was practically vibrating with anticipation.
“You won’t be able to say that in a few minutes, Baby,” I promised as I finished opening his belt buckle. The snap and zipper of his pants were undone quickly. Sliding off his legs, I squatted on my heels and Gareth lifted his ass as I began to work his pants down to his ankles.
My hands on Gareth’s knees pushed his legs open so I could knee walk closer. His underwear was still on and I traced my fingertips back and forth over the outline of the still-hidden cock. I met Gareth’s eyes, “You know, most of the girls I knew in high school… They only blew their boyfriend’s cock because it was expected. Not me though. I loved sucking on my boyfriend’s cock.”
There was a distinct wet spot on the front of Gareth’s boxers where the tip of his cock was. I touched the spot with a fingertip, “Mmm, you must be happy to see me,” I laughed as I slid my hand through the fly of the boxers to encircle his shaft. Stroking slowly, I observed, “Your poor balls must be full of cum.”
I withdrew my hand and pulled the elastic band of his boxers down to expose his cock. I put my hand back around his shaft to continue my slow hand job. “At least, I hope your balls are full of cum. You know what I loved best about sucking my boyfriend’s cock,” I asked before leaning in to lick the underside of Gareth’s cock from ball shaft to tip. “I loved making them come in my mouth.”
Another long, slow lick and, “There’s just something about making a man leave a big load of cum in my mouth that excites me.” Deciding that was enough talk, on my next lick I took his cock to the back of my mouth in one fast move that made Gareth gasp. His cock was a decent size but I was in no danger of choking on it as I began rapidly bobbing my head over his lap.
Okay, so much of what I said was stretching the truth a bit. Sucking on a boyfriend’s cock had neither excited nor disgusted me in high school. I’d been one of those girls who’d sucked cock because it was expected. And I’d never let a guy come in my mouth until I’d become a whore. But Gareth didn’t need to know that since my story excited him and that was why I was here, after all.
I pulled back so just the tip of my tongue moved over the head of Gareth’s cock. “Mmm, nice and hard,” I whispered between licks. “I like that. I just know I’m gonna have fun with your cock. I love the way a cock feels in my mouth. How it slides over my tongue, the fleshy tip bumping against the back of my throat. I love the taste of cum and the sounds a man makes while I’m sucking him dry.”
I heard Gareth’s quick, in-drawn breath when I pushed forward again to take his length deep. When I felt the tip press against the back of my throat I pushed harder to take more… Then a little more as I controlled my urge to gag. My lips and nose flattened out against Gareth’s groin under his bush. Drool wet Gareth’s bush as I bobbed my head up and down over his lap in a wet, sloppy blow job. Thick strands of saliva connected mouth to cock as I leaned back to stroke the now wet, slick length while clearing my throat. Gareth’s groans and the wet, slurpy sounds as I alternated licking with sucking were the only sounds in the room for several minutes.
With hand and mouth, I brought Gareth close before stopping. Lowering my head so I could look up while bouncing the balls in his sack with my tongue, in between licks I asked in a whisper, “When was the last time you came in a woman’s mouth?”
“My wife… She never would…,” Gareth answered in a strained voice. Yea, he was close.
I leaned forward, opened my mouth wide, and took him deep for a long five count while tonguing the underside of his shaft. Gareth’s moan lasted for the same five-count. Pulling back again, I caught my breath and smiled up at him, “I love making a man spill in my mouth. The taste. The sound a man makes…” I made Gareth moan with another deep, long stay between my lips.
I pulled back again to heighten Gareth’s excitement and spoke softly while moving the soft bulb of his tip over my lips, “I’m going to suck your cock until you’re ready to come.” Edging his cock with my thumb, I continued, “When you’re close, I want you to hold my head still. I want you to fuck my mouth like you would my pussy. I want you to mouth fuck me until I taste your cum.”
“All right,” Gareth was quick to agree. He was so close, so desperate to come that I think he would have agreed to anything.
I began working the hard cock with quick, short bobs of my head. I had to keep up the fast, rhythmic action of sliding his shaft between my lips for only a minute before hands clasped the sides of my head. Gareth’s ass only moved a few times, short jerking motions to move his cock in my mouth, before he began coming. I tasted the first of many streams of cum filling my mouth. Poor guy had definitely been deprived of sex as I felt his cock pulse several times against my tongue. I kept my lips clamped around his shaft as gravity pulled cum over my tongue to pool behind my lips. Gareth finally released my head with a long groan of completion and collapsed backwards against the back of the couch.
With my lips clamped around just the tip, I milked the shaft with my hand. Once satisfied I’d collected all the cum I could, I detached from the now slightly limp cock in my hand. I let Gareth watch as I played his cum over my tongue until I swallowed. Without a word, I stood to collect my handbag and brought it back to the couch. Gareth seemed content to remain still, waiting to see what I intended to do next. Using my compact’s mirror, I applied a thick coating of red lipstick and then left my trademark kiss on the now very limp cock tip. “Now you have my seal of approval as one of my PCs… Preferred Customers.”
Gareth laughed and still seemed content to watch as I used hand towels from my bag to wipe the red off my lips and the combination of cum and spit from around my mouth. Looking in the compact, I scrubbed until I was satisfied my face was clean. Only then did I stand up and not giving Gareth a chance to refuse my lips, kissed him long and hard, but without tongue.
Still looking a bit dazed, Gareth watched as I pulled the hem of my skirt down and quickly touched up my makeup. When I put my blazer on, Gareth asked in a disappointed voice, You’re leaving? But, I thought we had more time?”
“We do. But for what we would do next? Well, it would make for some interesting noises that I don’t think you want your secretary to hear.”
“What…,” Gareth cleared his throat. “What comes next?”
With one last straightening of my clothes, I sat next to Gareth and handed him his tie. His limp cock was still exposed between his legs. I ran a fingertip over it while I answered, “What comes next is you call and find out what day we can be together again. Then you get a hotel suite where we can meet.” I leaned in close to breathe in Gareth’s ear, “And when we meet, I want you to spank my ass while you fuck me until my butt cheeks are so red they’ll glow in the dark.”
“Oh, my God…” I couldn’t tell if Gareth shivered in anticipation or from my hot breath in his ear. Resisting the urge to laugh, I stood up and adjusted my skirt again. I had a strong hunch I’d be seeing him again soon. Gareth seemed suddenly shy and I waited as he dressed. After he stammered and hemmed and hawed around the subject of his tipping me for ‘services rendered’, I cut to the chase.
“Okay, here’s a polite way to tip a call girl,” I began. “Just decide what you feel is a good amount and put it into an envelope. Then just say, I’d like to give you a present, or something like that. Anything between three to five hundred is a very nice present.”
Gareth took out his wallet and handed me all the bills inside, asking if it was enough. “I wish I had more. I haven’t felt so good in a long time.” I don’t count money in front of clients. I put the bills in my bag, assuring him I was sure it was enough. Then I had a thought on how to make the poor guy feel even better. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out the first bill my fingers grasped.
“You know something, Gareth? I had fun. I know. I know, that’s what you’d expect a call girl to say, but I really had fun. You’re a nice guy, so I’m going to give you a present.” Folding the bill twice, I stuck it down the front of his pants. “I bet when you woke up today, you didn’t think you’d be a bought and paid for gigolo to a call girl.” I patted his groin. “If you decide you’d like to see me again, I’ll expect you to earn that money.”
I opened his office door before he could reply. Unable to say anything in front of his secretary, instead we made small talk as I waited for the elevator. When the DING sounded, I quietly reminded him to clean my red kiss from his cock just before the doors opened.
Fifty minutes after I entered to building, I was back on the sidewalk. I counted my ‘present’ and was very satisfied with the amount. Texting Marla the job was done so she’d deposit money into my bank account, all-in-all, not bad money for less than an hour. Plus, I really did have fun teasing Gareth.
Back at my apartment, I had time to pack my rolling suitcase and be standing on the sidewalk outside Marla’s office building in plenty of time. The limo driver was a different guy than the last time but the ritual was the same. My cell phone was taken and tossed into a metal box so it couldn’t be traced. I was wanded for bugs, the listening and location kind not the creepy-crawly type. My suitcase and contents were searched and wanded, also. It sounded extreme but there was going to be six to eight poker players: each bringing a buy-in of half-a-million dollars each. Three to four million in cash sitting around called for extreme measures to keep the location of the game a secret.
The estate I was taken to was also different than the place the last game was held. The man hosting the game was the same guy though. He showed me to a bedroom he said was mine. When asked, I opened my suitcase and showed him the selection of French Maid costumes I had in my suitcase. Selecting one, he asked me to put it on. Stripping, I was about to put on the first black fishnet stocking when he stopped me.
“We’ve got a few minutes before the other players show up,” I was told as he pushed me onto the bed. Knowing what he meant, I crawled further onto the bed. I pulled my long hair out from under me and fanned it out above my head. Pants dropped and I spread my legs as the host followed me onto the bed. Kneeling between my legs, he used his hand to place the tip of his cock against my slit.
I hadn’t anticipated being fucked so soon after arriving and hadn’t moistened my pussy with lubricant. My employer was in a hurry, and I was tight and dry. My cries of discomfort at being taken so fast and hard slowed him not at all. Thankfully, I moistened quickly and he was in a rush so didn’t prolong our sex. Afterwards, as he laid on top of me to catch his breath, I was pressed into the mattress under the weight of the first of what I knew would be many men this weekend.
After he left, I finished dressing in the uniform he’d picked. It was black with a very low bodice and a very short skirt. Everything was trimmed in the stupid white lace you’d expect. Presenting myself for inspection, he made an adjustment to the bodice by pulling it lower while pulling my tits up My tits were completely exposed and I was told to wear the silly costume that way for the rest of the weekend.
Reminding myself how much money I was going to make over the next 48 hours, I agreed. At least he hadn’t stripped me of my silly black and white panties. Finding a steak knife, I cut the sides of the bodice so it wasn’t digging into my under-boobs. Just as I began checking what groceries and booze were available I heard the front door open and the voices of the arriving card players.
“It’s showtime,” I said to the empty kitchen…
