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Hump day; the mere thought of it rankled Lucy. Yes she was making serious money playing poker, but money was something that motivated her parents; not her; Lucy liked to think she had better priorities. Her parents cared about money, career plans and her stupid Congressional Internship, but Lucy knew life was too short to be miserable trying to please people who were fundamentally incapable of being satisfied.
She scrolled to her online profile, confirming what she already knew; rent, utilities and entertainment were covered (easily) for the next few months; it seemed only fair that after so much work that she would indulge in something a bit more pleasurable. She logged off from her online poker session, shutting off the custom computer rig. She yawned expansively to the empty room, Ernie could call by next week to install the RAM upgrade. The problem with international online poker tournaments was that she had been keeping odd hours all week, she felt like she was owed some R&R; but for now; she had the immediate problem of finding her missing cellphone, the hunt continued through her empty and neglected home, until she remembered dropping it in the lounge.
Lucy knew that it was unlikely that she would be able to get one of her regulars on short-notice. The fact that it was a weekday would no doubt be a conspiring factor against her. It was late and she hankered for some adult stress relief, dealing with annoying poker bros all day had her completely stressed out. She wanted some fun. Nothing as complicated as hitting a bar and making a real connection. No, she needed something a bit more direct. She was in the mood for something entirely uncomplicated and transactional, as she reached for her now-found phone, she choose the second most dialled number sandwiched between Joe’s Pizza and Ernie her friend-slash-tech-support. Lucy wondered who Cara could rustle up for her at such short notice, she hoped maybe Skylar was free, Skylar was well versed in the Texan’s proclivities and heaven knows as a generous tipper, Lucy knew her regular would be in peak performance, she had always made it worthwhile for her 'adult' callers to make a trip to the suburbs.
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Lucy finished the remnants of her pizza watching the clock, waiting for 11 o’clock and for her appointment to begin. The low tentative knock on the stroke of the hour confirmed her suspicion that Skylar doesn’t ‘do weekdays’, Skylar would never be on time. However her go-to call-girl did have her charms, mainly that she was completely comfortable with the transactional nature of their interactions; there never small-talk; just an efficient business exchange between two consenting adults. Skylar would give three brisk knocks before entering and waiting for Lucy’s directions, usually no more than a grunt of bedroom or couch. No questions needed, no faffing about, if Lucy wasn’t being clear Skylar would let her know; she was annoyingly vocal that way; but on good days it was just sex followed by money.
Lucy grumbled at the inconvenient thought of breaking in another hooker to suit her tastes, wasting her time answering needless questions, orchestrating the interaction now seemed like it was falling under the ‘work’ category in her head, rather than ‘play’. She feared that she’d probably find out that only the dregs of the profession worked during the week, especially Wednesday. Lucy could only lament her stupid horny libido as she proceeded down the hallway. A little stress release wouldn’t hurt.
In autopilot, Lucy was lost in her thoughts when she answered the door to find a statuesque blonde in a business suit at her lintel. Definitely not Skylar. As she opened the door, Lucy was surprised by how young and innocent the caller looked, the skirt-suit was an alluring attempt to make her look confident and in-charge, but it only highlighted the visitor’s beguiling guilelessness.
Lucy hid her surprise with the petulant statement, “You are not Skylar” angling herself in the doorway to allow her guest to tentatively step inside the privacy of her home. Lucy used the opportunity to have an unobstructed ogle of her visitor while her back was momentarily turned. Lucy admired the modest contours of the navy skirt, it was almost conservative in its length as it fell just above her knees, complimenting the professional looking green silk blouse which contrasted soulful brown eyes which seemed full of apologies.
“Sorry, Skylar only works Friday and Saturday”.
Lucy shut the door slowly, secretly relieved that her caller sounded like a native English speaker; while she had been using Cara’s agency for over a year; she wasn’t immune to internet horror-stories of trafficking. It was part of the reason she used Cara’s very expensive services, it allowed her to eschew the seedier side of the escort business. Lucy sighed not liking the conflicted feelings her thoughts engendered within her, she resolved to get back to business.
“Shoes off” the words sounded too harsh as they passed her lips, she grimaced an unspoken and unseen apology, while the blonde mutely complied, neatly stashing her heels next to Lucy’s hiking boots. It did little to resolve the height difference while only underscoring the power differential between the pair. Lucy’s visitor somehow looked more virginal and innocent without the extra height of the heels, her stockinged feet sinking into plush carpet. Lucy was already feeling inconvenienced by this stunning interloper but she had one final question before she’d get to her rules, her hand still resting on the door handle for the portentous question: “You are legal, right?”
Lucy smiled in-spite of herself looking at her caller, finding her hand relinquished the grip on the door without conscious thought. The awkward double-take her guest gave her, melted her annoyance, the blonde-head kinked to one side, as exquisite features scrunched briefly in puzzlement. Lucy was too astute at judging characters to be fooled by artifice, she could only interpret the reaction as genuine.
“Sooo, you can vote, buy alcohol or enlist in the army, right?”
Lucy watched the lipstick stained lips return back to a semblance of a hollow smile with a dawning understanding brighten the fair face, “I’m twenty-five. Cara vets us all thoroughly, no-one is underage”. The statement was a curious mix of sadness and defensiveness. Lucy swallowed her quip about her skepticism that an escort agency would be concerned about legal niceties, as she was disarmed by her visitor’s first attempt at furtive eye contact. God she could lose herself in the sincere depths of those deep brown eyes.
“Em, there are rules though...” Lucy listened intently, mentally filing away the blonde’s nervous tell. Lucy respected the girl’s moxie and she would abide by the boundaries of anyone who mutually respected her rules. The houseguest stopped rubbing the back of her neck instead she twiddled with her wrists, as she seemed to be steeling her nerves.
“One - I don’t kiss on the mouth. Two - No toys, if these are dealbreakers, Cara can send someone else”.
Lucy studied the way her teeth chewed on her lower lip. Another cute nervous tick. Two rules didn’t seem overly burdensome and to her mild surprise there was no haggling over prices for side-deals or loopholes in their agreement, no attempt at an upsell. Lucy was glad that this prelude to fun was moving swiftly along. Naturally she nodded her agreement, watching as her caller’s posture became slightly less combative, the fidgeting stopped but nevertheless her fair features were still subtly tense.
“Ok, understood. Sooo, what is your name?”.
The question seems to have caught her guest off-guard, the expressive brown eyes flicked briefly to the door before returning to hold Lucy’s gaze momentarily. Lucy couldn’t fully place the emotion flickering across the blonde’s face as she answered with a murmured “Kate” addressed to her stockinged feet.
“Right Kate, I’m Lucy and I have a few rules too”.
The plosive ‘k’ in Kate felt like a caress in Lucy’s mouth. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Lucy was laser-focused on her needs as she ran through her rules. “One - no talking or chit-chat of any kind; Two - if you want me to stop, tell me. That is the only override for rule one. I’m not into forcing things, if my partner isn’t enjoying things neither am I; Three - you leave when we are done, let me stress again, no need for chats or braiding each other’s hair, If I wanted to talk, I’d pay for a shrink”
Kate nodded her immediate understanding, waiting for further directions. Lucy relaxes glad that her guest is so quick on the uptake. This bodes well.She takes Kate’s hand and gently leads the way to her bedroom. Lucy perches herself on the end of her bed, bidding Kate to undress, she grinned benignly pleased at the blonde’s initiative as she is treated to a sensual striptease, it made her reflect on how formulaic things had become with Skylar, this feels refreshing and new.
Kate languorously worked each button of the blouse open, allowing the first sneak of a red lace bra to peak through, with a neat turn the blouse flutters outward like a tutu mid pirouette. Kate’s back is now facing Lucy, giving her an unobstructed view of her visitor’s pert arse instead of her ample bosom The green top is dispensed, falling soundlessly to the ground, as Kate’s bare hands reached for the zipper on her skirt. With a flick of her hips, the pencil-skirt is added to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Lucy smiled at the matching red lace panties, framed by an old-school set of stocking and garter belt, Skylar is a distant afterthought as she marvels at the beauty on display in front of her. Kate places her foot lightly on the bed, bending over as she works her stocking downward to expose pale white skin, Lucy tries not to fidget as Kate is now only in her underwear, the Texan tries to fix the image in her mind’s eye as she feels a growing carnal desire. The blonde continues her striptease as she quietly shimmies away to collect her discarded clothes barely breaking into a full stride as she crosses the room. The alluring magic of Kate’s swaying hip works those lacy panties down past the apex of her thighs. Gravity works its inexorable progress until finally the red lace grazes milky ankles. With a lightening quick dip of her hips, she bends to retrieve her underwear, before dispensing with her garter belt in a similar fashion, adding the scanty red material to the neat pile of just folded clothes on an empty bedroom chair.
Lucy can hear the huskiness in her voice when she tersely tells Kate to stop, her hands now in suspended animation caught in mid-action reaching for her bra clasp. Kate interprets Lucy’s hand pat on the vacant spot on the bed correctly, as she quickly mounts the bed, kneeling on the indicated space. She waits demurely for further directions, her eyes cast downwards, again proving herself pleasingly biddable and the complete antithesis of the bossier, Skylar.
Lucy surveys the pleasing sight, trying to quell the internal need to outrightly fondle the blonde’s bra and breasts. She traced the line of Kate’s collarbone with a solitary finger using the proximity to gently pluck the elastic bra straps individually. She is too engrossed in the moment to acknowledge, why she is being so tender to this virtual stranger. With a slow reverence she scooched closer to undo the bra clasp. The red satin material was cool in Lucy’s hand, she thought about casually discarding the undergarment, but thought better of this carelessness when she reflected on the tidied folded pile of clothing already waiting on the chair.
As Lucy returned from her detour to the chair she hastily disrobed down to her own underwear, throwing the clothes in the vicinity of her clothing hamper, she can see that Kate has remained as still as a statue on the bed, her bum resting on her heels her silent gaze studiously set on the bedspread in front of her. Lucy liked the compliance but it helped that her bedmate was distractingly hot, Lucy could only think of one improvement.
“Hair, please” Kate lifted her hooded eyes, giving a thoroughly unreadable look, as she loosened her bun, causing a cascade of light hair to fall over her bare shoulders. Lucy retuned to the bed, easing her guest onto the flat of her back, her hair a golden halo on the pillow case, as Lucy finally towered over her. Lucy would have liked to have started with the locking of lips, but she respected Kate’s first rule, instead she skipped the niceties of foreplay and placed a kiss on the pale abdomen, sneaking a trail of experimental pecks up to the two perfect orbs freed from their red lace prison.
Lucy can sense Kate’s pulse quicken, she likes the sound of the panting gasp when first contact is made with perky nipples. With a combination of tongue and open-mouthed kisses Lucy lavishes attention on perfect breasts. Kate is ultra responsive to the ministrations, arching towards each pleasurable touch, as Lucy tickles the soft downy curls protecting her bedmates sex with the soft strokes of fingertips.
Normally Lucy wouldn’t worry overly about the pleasure of a ‘working girl’, but there is something about Kate’s splayed body and her breathy noises that stokes her own arousal. Lucy slides an exploratory finger into Kate’s wet slit, causing long legs to spread out inviting further contact. Lucy scoots down following the gentle slope of pubic bones to nuzzle the tickle of blonde hair. There is something so real about Kate, she isn’t plucked, waxed and preened to an inch of her life. She isn’t caked in make-up and fake tan groaning in paroxysms of faked ecstasy. Lucy likes the music of the sounds emanating from the surprised O-shape Kate’s lips are fixed into. She can tell it isn’t performative, she knows the sounds are genuine, it is why Lucy is actively considering the possibility of rescinding her no talking rule. The thought of hearing her bedmate moan her name would be the ultimate accolade, she knows she is becoming wet at the simple thought.
Lucy tastes Kate creaming core, knowing that the combination of fingers and mouth would be enough to drive anyone wild, but the hitch in the blonde’s breathing and the angle of her head thrown back in ecstatic abandon confirms the undeniable fact for the diminutive Texan that she is wringing pure pleasure from the blonde. Lucy works her mouth, alternating plunging fingers with wet tongue swipes on Kate’s needy love button. Kate’s reactions drive Lucy to continued distraction the taste of her essence and the silken feel of her skin all stoke Lucy’s lusty ardour until she can no longer resist fumbling her free hand to remove her own panties.
Lucy is momentarily surprised when Kate’s free hand gently completes the task, her longer limb working the underwear down, so it is no longer an encumbrance. She reverses their positions whereby Lucy finds herself being straddled by her tall bedmate. Gossamer light fingertip pressure trace the line of plumped labial lips, the pleasurable sensation is heightened by anticipation as Lucy can feel the light warmth of still panting breath on her nether regions. Kate moves slowly, first nosing Lucy’s hipbone eliciting a moaned ‘Yes!’, Lucy’s hands attempt to guide her bedmates head further down past her pelvis, she is half reward/half chastised by the head continuing to lick a trail down the entirety of Lucy’s thigh and outside of her original grip. Lucy allows her hands to be guided to cup her own breasts, the experience of Kate’s hands wordlessly direct Lucy to fondle herself is a distraction tactic but Lucy can’t complain. Kate’s clever tongue had returned to the ticklish spot behind her right knee, before the observation had solidified in Lucy’s horny mind.
Lucy was used to teaching her hookers what she liked but it seemed somehow that she was strangely in complete simpatico with her visitor, Kate seemed to have the perfect blend of skill and intuition to drive her crazy. The blonde kept her progress slow, ghosting her fingers across Lucy’s throbbing sex, seeing no resistance or hearing no complaints, she chased the fingertips with her lips, pressing them softly against skin, before levering her long tongue to lave over the centre of Lucy’s wet desire. Lucy’s body reacts in the only way it knows how, thighs clamping downward in tandem with a pelvis thrust trying to add to the pleasurable friction Kate was magicking up. Lucy allowed her body to be subsumed by a wave of sheer hedonism, as she moaned the confirmation of her climax, her body rocking from the pleasing tweak of her clit causing cascading waves of pleasure. She lay momentarily breathless as she watched through dazed eyes as a wet-faced Kate reappeared, kneeling back to full height.
Lucy found it difficult to move, yet alone speak. She watched Kate silently regather her neat pile of clothes and begin mutely redressing. It might be the after effects of a massive orgasm but Lucy felt like she could have happily spent more time with her new favourite call-girl. She would have liked to snuggle while she recovered. Lucy was momentarily shamed at her feeling of territorial pride as the blonde made no attempt to clean her wet face. Kate dressed with a functional efficiency donning the skirt suit, stockings and garter belt were placed in her small handbag, before she headed to the bedroom door.
“Kate”
The use of her name stops the blonde dead in her tracks, Kate turns again this time slower, her loose hair arcs briefly outwards, her blouse buttoned up completely and disguising the wondrous curves under her business attire. Lucy had hoped to hear a verbal response, Stupid Rules! imagining that Kate’s voice would be breathy with pent-up desire. But Kate’s carries herself regally; waiting patiently; but adhering totally to the agreed rules.
Lucy finds that the words ‘wow’ and ‘thank you’, get jumbled into her pro forma response of “your tip is on the hall table, close the door when you leave”. Kate nods and disappears without comment. Lucy hears the final sound of Kate’s departure, as the door latch clicks in place. Lucy basked in the lingering hazy of pleasure from her first delightful interaction with Kate. Her Kate. She replayed the experience in her mind, the delicate waft of Kate’s sweet perfume still brightened the air mixing sinfully with the salty aroma of their shared enjoyment. Lucy tried to marshal her horny brain to commit to memory the pure sensations of her first romp with Kate. She knew she would be powerless to resist the temptation to ring Cara and block book Kate’s time completely but she resolved to wait until next week when Wednesday would come around again and she could indulge herself with the pinnacle of pleasure again.