In the aftermath of our first paid sexual encounter, I lay bent over the desk with my ass pleasantly sore and leaking cum down my stocking covered legs. Randy had left moments after pulling out of me, but I stayed on the desk for about twenty minutes just enjoying the feeling of being used. After cleaning myself up I went back to my desk, still dressed in my all-red outfit, and began to order a couple more sets for next week’s hook-up.
This time I went with black and white instead of with colors and got everything from head to toe. The total at check-out this time was a little less than last week’s. I already had black heels and a white long-haired wig and didn’t feel the need to gouge Randy for items that were already in my inventory. When the ordering was complete I looked out the window and noticed that it was pitch black outside, so I walked to my car and drove home still wearing my red outfit.
As the week proceeded, I didn’t see Randy very much at all. I guess that since he knew we had a standing appointment for fucking, that he didn’t need to spend time chasing me anymore. Even though I knew that it was all business, I still felt the need to be pursued and decided to up the teasing to a new level.
Randy always gets into the office about seven in the morning, which is about an hour before I get there since I don’t open until nine. I decided to get in before him Friday morning and hang out in my shop wearing something sexy that I knew he couldn’t resist.
Thursday night as I drove home, I wracked my brain trying to decide what to wear and how far I would let him go if he wanted to fuck again. Once I got home I went through my entire collection looking for something to really get him going but couldn’t decide on anything. It was getting late so I just slipped on a white satin cami with a pair of boy-shorts and sat down to eat dinner. While eating I thought about how far I’d let him go if he was as hot and bothered as I hoped he would be, and decided to stop him just short of intercourse.
The old saying, 'why pay for the cow when you can get the milk for free' kept running through my head so I decided on an alternative. I couldn’t reject him completely or it may ruin our deal, so I decided on an oral alternative since I was sure we’d both enjoy that nearly as much. Now that I had that pretty well figured out I just needed to decide on what to wear, but that would have to wait until morning.
My whole problem with this deal with Randy was that I probably wanted the sex more than he did and I was having a very hard time hiding that from him. I knew that the deal wouldn’t last forever since it was costing him quite a sum of money. However, I didn’t want to lose him as a sex partner either. Finding someone with the equipment that he possessed and the know-how to use it was particularly rare. Keeping someone like that was nearly as hard as finding them and I would have to use all of my tricks to keep him coming back.
Waking early Friday morning, I headed for the bathroom to shave and shower. As I stopped at the bathroom sink I looked at myself in the mirror and thought how simple and sexy the cami and shorts were. Almost running back to the bedroom, I dug through my clothes again to find my pink lace cami with matching lace boxers and pink stiletto heels. Once I found them I knew that was the outfit that would get him nice and hot.
Since I wanted Randy to not only enjoy the sights but also the feel of me, I decided to do a full shave and lotion. I love nothing better than to have someone rub their hands all over my smooth body and appreciate every inch. I decided to wear my outfit under my street clothes just in case Randy got into the office a little earlier than normal today so that I didn’t have to get undressed and re-dressed.
Pulling into the back lot at six forty-five, I was happy that he wasn’t in the office yet. Since I don’t open my shop until nine I was fairly sure that I wouldn’t have any interruptions, but just to be sure I kept the doors locked and the blinds closed. Once I got settled in I removed my shoes and socks but left my shirt and pants on until I saw him pull into the lot. I knew that he couldn’t resist coming into my shop to see why I was in so early, since he was such a nosy bastard, and that was when he’d see me.
To give myself a little extra warning of his pending arrival I kept an eye on the camera monitor to see when he pulled into the back lot. My desk area faces away from his entrance to my offices, which were conveniently unlocked by me this morning. Normally I spend the bulk of my time sitting, but I knew that he needed to see me standing and bent over my desk a little to get his immediate attention.
At five past seven, I saw Randy’s car roll into the lot. I quickly discarded my shirt and pants and pushed them under my desk while simultaneously slipping on my pink stilettos. Pushing my chair to the side, I leaned over the desk with my palms flat while pretending to read some papers, as if everything was normal. As if he was reading straight from a script I wrote, Randy opened the back door and started to say good morning but stopped just after 'good...' left his lips.