It had been a few days since Sophie had paid part of their rent ‘in kind.’ Mike had been relieved she had found enough cash to pay. Mike had no idea how she actually paid. Sophie had decided to approach her Manager again to ask for more hours or a pay rise. Sophie knew what he would want in return.
At work the following morning Sophie overhead a conversation in the locker room. Mavis was telling Janice how she had lost another girl after Mr Robbins had messed her around. They grumbled to each other, saying he was not to be trusted. Mr Robbins is Sophie’s line manager. As they walked from the lockers Sophie spoke to Mavis.
“What did you mean about Mr Robbins?”
“Oh, don’t mind us dear, we were just talking.”
“It’s just that I was going to ask him for a raise or advance the other day. He seemed friendly to me.”
Mavis beckoned Sophie back into the locker room and lowered her voice. “Watch out with that one, Luv. He has a reputation for promising things he won’t deliver and for taking advantage. If you know what I mean.”
“I think so, yes. You mean the old ‘you scratch my back’ kind of thing?”
“If that’s what you call it nowadays yes. In my day it was just plain old sex for favours. Be careful, so many girls have left after he took advantage.”
Sophie thanked Mavis for the warning and resolved not to approach Mr Robbins again.
Two weeks later rent day came around, Sophie made sure she had the full amount ready as she waited for Mr Wilson to call. She had spent the last week thinking how nice that unexpected bit of cash had been. Secretly treating herself to posh coffee and little things for the twins that Mike never noticed. She was seriously thinking of saying she was short again this month, it had been the easiest fifty she ever earned.
Mr Wilson arrived early, and Sophie asked him in and noticed he was wearing aftershave. She picked up the rent money to hand over and probably looked a little nervous. Still pondering trying to keep a little money back.
“Are you all right?”
“Oh yes, Mr Wilson. Why do you ask?”
“Call me Brian. I hope you are not struggling this month. I wanted to say we could work something out if needed.” Brian had no idea how he had managed to say it. He had been hoping Sophie would be short. Hoping she would ask him to be lenient. Hoping he could enjoy her being nice to him again. He had thought about last month so many times, it made him smile.
“I think we have all the money for the rent. But, it does leave me ever so short for food and things for the twins.” She said it in a hurry, it wasn’t true, and she didn’t think she was brave enough to say it slowly and explain.
“How much do you need to keep? Would fifty be enough to get you back on your feet?”
“That’s very kind, yes, it would really help. What do you have in mind?” Sophie hoped it would just be the same as last month. Before Brian had a chance to speak Sophie asked. “Would you like to come into the kitchen?” Sophie led the way. She had made sure the airer was up, with an array of her underwear hanging on it. She remembered he had stared at it before.
“That sounds like a lovely idea.” Brian could feel his mouth going dry with nerves. This was going better than he had dreamed. He really hoped this might become a regular thing.
In the kitchen, Sophie slowly unbuttoned her work blouse and let it fall open. She had already changed into one of her favourite push-up bras. Brian could not help but stare again. Sophie moved close to him and dropped to her knees. Her hands moved across his trousers, feeling his cock stiffen inside.
Sophie unbuckled, unzipped, and let his trousers fall to the floor. She drew his Y-front pants down slowly. Sophie was struck by how clean and fresh he smelt. She smiled knowing it probably meant he had planned this, or at least hoped for it. She also thought about how old-fashioned he was. Wearing Y-front pants, always trousers and a shirt and tie. He seemed old before his time. His cock was already semi-hard and she took her time to handle it. She examined it, noticing the long foreskin, and his heavy balls hanging down.
She peeled his foreskin back slowly revealing the pre-cum shiny head below. Sophie looked up at Brian one more time, smiled widely, and began a slow, wet, blowjob. She did it just the way Mike used to like it. A mix of wanking and sucking, licking and teasing. She could taste pre-cum all the time. One hand cupped and caressed his balls. Her fingers stroked along behind his balls, towards his bum. She knew Mike secretly loved this and hoped Brian would be the same.
Brian gave himself over to the pleasure he was feeling. His gaze alternated between watching the top of Sophie’s head bobbing to and fro, and the row of knickers along the airer. He had to stop thinking about how the knickers might look on her, it turned him on too much. He had to stop watching her head too, everything turned him on too much. He stared out of the window but saw nothing, unable to concentrate on anything else.
Brian seemed to tense up as her fingertips brushed near his bum. Sophie would have moved her hand but noticed Brian moved his feet as far apart as the trousers around his ankles allowed. She lifted her mouth off of his cock and watched closely as she moved a finger back across his bum. His cock twitched in response. Sophie knew how to turn a man on, and she had Brian under her spell.
Before she continued to suck Sophie asked Brian. “If you want me to stop, please just tell me, I won’t be offended.” She was playing with him, teasing.
“No, no don’t stop, don’t stop, no.” Brian had trouble speaking coherently.
Sophie smiled to herself as she sank her mouth as far down his rock-hard cock as she could. She alternately sucked deeply, then licked around the rim of his cock head. One hand gripped the base of his cock and wanked him into her mouth. The other hand cupped his balls, with a free finger very gently brushing across his bum. Brian had started to lose control, his legs quivered and his heart was pounding.
Sophie knew he would not last long. Last week had been just a couple of minutes, today was not much longer. Sophie was ready for the long thick pumps of cum, maybe even more than last week. She swallowed and gurgled and kept pumping his cock with her hand until he pulled back from her grasp. Brian’s head was spinning again, he could see stars, and he held the back of a chair to steady himself.
Sophie pulled his pants back up, and then his trousers as he stood recovering. She finished fastening them and then stood and kissed him on the cheek. “Will it be OK to keep fifty Mr Wilson?”
“Brian, please call me Brian. Yes, keep fifty, are you sure it is enough?”
Sophie didn’t want to push it, didn’t want to owe more favours than she was ready to give, not yet.
Brian counted fifty out of the money and handed to it Sophie with a wide smile. He counted the rest and put it in his pocket. They stood inside the front door for a few seconds.
“I’m always here on Wednesday afternoon, Brian. It’s my one afternoon when Mike is at work and the twins are at preschool. If you are in the area you could come and say hello perhaps.” Sophie was not quite sure what had made her say that. Not quite sure if she meant it as a friendly gesture or offering more.
Brian was flustered by the offer. “Yes, that would be nice,” he said as he opened the door and waved goodbye. Sophie kept out of sight of the street, her blouse still hanging open. To Brian, the world seemed a brighter, happier, more hopeful place as he walked to his car.
Inside Sophie put the fifty in cash in her purse and smiled. She still had a couple of hours before collecting the twins and busied herself tidying up, changing, and brushing her teeth. All the while smiling and hoping Brian would visit soon, hoping she could take another fifty off the rent again.
The following Wednesday Sophie rushed home from work. She changed into a low-cut top and arranged the clothes drying on the airer to show off her underwear. She waited nervously for Brian to arrive. She could feel her knickers damp with her excitement and wondered if he would ever want more than a fast blowjob. She had thought about how far she would go, about how much another step would be worth.
By four PM Sophie guessed he was not coming, and she felt a little sad. Sophie changed again and went to collect the twins.
Another week went by, and another Wednesday half day was done. Sophie walked home from work through the drizzle. She wished she had an umbrella or even a decent coat. She was startled out of her daydreams by the car horn. The passenger window dropped down and Brian offered her a lift. Sophie slid into the car and thanked him.