Working dickie txt part2
by Fetish Review BlogReal Estate Office. If it wouldn’t be too inconvenient I’d like to drop by and
take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”
Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would
come soon enough.
“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You
couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour
and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When
can I expect you?”, she said.
“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could
be there in half that time…and intended to be.
“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”
We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite
satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I
walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached
the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even
more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was
locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to
let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and
decided that this could be good.
“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.
“Thanks…” I said, getting a whiff of her perfume as I walked in the door.
“…now your sure I’m not taking you away from anything?”
“Not at all, in fact I was hoping you’d call. I really wanted to show off
what I have to offer.” There was a noticable twinkle in her eye.
She locked the door and invited me to come into her office at the back of
store.
“It’s kind of like a home away from home.” she said.
“You see, the store is open from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm and I usually have to
stay late to finish up at night.”
“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”
“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my
business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when
he gets home at about 5:00 at night he’s too tired to come and help.”
I sensed a note of sarcasm in her voice and decided not to press the issue. She
went on anyway and in about fifteen minutes I had a capsulated history of their
marriage and what was wrong with it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I get lonely. There’s really noone here to
carry on a normal conversation with most of the time.”
Not being one to mince words I just asked her outright. “Why don’t you find
a lover? Seems to me that might make you feel like a person again. You really
are quite sexy and attractive.”
She looked at me as if I had just plunged a knife into her heart and in a
matter of fact voice said, “Well, you tell me, would you fuck me.”
“Baby,” I replied “Only an asshole or a eunoch would say no to that.”
I stood up and moved around the desk. Taking her in my arms a kissing her full
on the lips.
“This isn’t right,” she said pulling away from me. “I don’t even know you
and I’m acting like a whore in front of you.”
“No,” I said, trying to soften the blow of what I had just done. “You just
need a man and all that goes along with him.”
…End of the part2. To be continued..