Another Happy Customer

"You're a mind-reader, baby."

The truth is I'd probably just as rather have the plain vanilla. I'm a man of simple tastes. Me and Jess, big double bed and nothing much else, that would be beyond perfect.

But there's no way I'm telling her that. In this line of work the customer is always right. You like what they like.

I'm about to mention the financials when she beats me to it.

"So, the money. A thousand we said, didn't we? That still all right?"

"Sure."

(There's a case for an increase but that's not my style, plus I've got my eye on a return booking. I'd love to have this fantastic piece of ass for a regular.)

"Pay you now?" she offers.

"That's normal."

Jessica goes to her handbag and pulls out a wad of notes. She hands me the cash with a flourish.

"There you go!"

"Thanks."

"Gonna count it?"

"I trust you."

It isn't really that. I can tell it's a thousand without counting. Experience has taught me how to do such things.

"Thanks," I say again and I stuff the cash into my back pocket.

"So you wanna go upstairs?" Jessica grins, her excitement palpable.

"Lead on, gorgeous, lead on!"

There's still a chance there'll be no-one up there. That this is all fantasy on her part. Dirty talk. A kind of foreplay to get her gagging to be fucked all afternoon by a gigolo while her husband's at the office. That would be brilliant if so.

Going by the relish in that cruel grin, however, I'm almost certain that it's for real.

And I'll be honest with you. There's a tiny part of me, a nasty part, which is hoping and praying that it is.