Waiting Game

Waiting Game

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

She's always worked hard for her money even if that work hasn't always been completely legal.

Summary

She's always worked hard for her money even if that work hasn't always been completely legal.

Content

Submitted: March 27, 2016

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Content

Submitted: March 27, 2016

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She had no more places to turn. She was out of options. It seemed that she would have to do that thing she dreaded the most. Get a job.

It wasn't that she didn't want to work. She did, but she was afraid as well. She was twenty-five and had never held a real job. Whatever that meant. All she knew is that she had never been paid for any type of service.

Well, legally.

She'd tried out escorting. It was good fun while she was attracted to the customers.  But with her line of work you couldn't afford to be picky.

So she'd quit and gone to college. Like a good, little girl. Except no one told her how expensive college actually was.

She'd thought about getting a job then, but then her roommate had told her about the sugar life. It intrigued her and it seemed easy enough.

And it was. She loved it. She loved the sex, sometimes she loved the men, but she loved the feeling of security more.

She'd  graduated without debt and a degree that she didn't have a clue how to use. They hadn't taught her about the real world in college. She knew Derrida and Lacan, but had no clue about how checks and savings worked.

She moved back in with her mother. She told herself it was to take care of her.

After nine months her mother demanded that she get a job.

'Ms?'

'Laura. Laura Walden.'

'Your resume is impressive, but I noticed your work experience is lacking. Why is that?'

She pushed down the feelings of panic. She could do this. She would do this.

She looked up and caught his eye on her breasts. She allowed him to stare before answering.

'I wanted to focus my attention on my schoolwork sir. My education came first."

He nodded. It was here she noticed the grey among his hair and the crows' feet around his eyes.

'Yes. Education shouldn't be wasted I agree.'

She smile.

'Well, Ms. Walden. Let's make a deal. I'll give you a trial run and if I like how you work. I'll take you on.’

***

 

She had always known she was beautiful. Her grandmother had told her so and she believed everything her granny said.

 

But it was her mother who taught her how to use it.

Her mother had been beautiful once, but the years had faded away her vivacity. She still knew how to play the game and she taught her daughter the tricks.

“Never let a man get the upper hand, Laura. You are always in control. Even when it seems like you ain't.”

***

She reported for her first day of work. She made sure to dress nicely. Presentable. She watched as Mr. Emerson’s eyes followed her across the room. She didn’t know much about this business. She had applied with discrimination. Trying to find something legitimate to do. But as she watched his eyes rove over her she realized that even here, the people played by her rules. They just followed a different guidebook.

She was in the break room when she heard him come in. She listened to him make coffee and rummage around.

“Ms. Walden.”

She faced him.

“Yes?”

“Your background check came back.”

She waited.

He took a step closer. She breathed in.

“There was something interesting.”

She waited for him to continue.

He slid a finger between the crease of her breasts. She sighed. Yes, she could do this.

She pressed herself against him and felt his arousal. She wondered if he did this often or if she were a special case.

He pushed up her skirt and she allowed him to pull down her underwear. She had worn sensible ones. He dropped to his knees and spread her legs. She looked down on him bowed before her cunt and she smiled. He looked up at her before pressing his mouth against her.

She kept quiet. She had had practice with this before. She had been men with like him though never in their true domain. A lot of them got off on fucking her in their wives’ beds. The thought of violating their domicile added an extra kink to the fantasy.

She could hear him panting against her. He unbuckled his khakis and pushed them down, his cock jutting through the slit of his boxers.

He backed her against the wall and wrapped her legs around him. She stifled a groan as he slid into her. She hadn’t been fucked in ages. At least not well. She had tried to live on the straight and narrow path. She had done the things like date boys her age and go to movies, but it wasn’t what she craved.

He was.

“You like that baby?”

She nodded.

He thrust into her roughly. She gripped his ass  and held on. This was her favorite part.

He pulled her hair back as nipped her neck as he pumped into her. He went slowly  at first.  Like he too hadn't had any in a while, but soon his stroke became more insistent and sporadic. She clenched around him and he gasped.

He gave one more pump before pulling out. He spluttered against her pinstripe skirt.

When he finished she slid down the wall. She looked around for her underwear, but she couldn’t find them.

He cleared his throat.

“Here.”

She took them from him. She made no move to put them on.

“I like your skills, Ms. Walden.”

She looked up at him.

“I think you’ll fit in just fine.”


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