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Have you been working here long?” she asked me with a smile.“I’m glad you like it. I’ve been working Thursdays for a couple of months now,” I smiled back. “Are you a regular, Miss…?”“Oh, my, no! I’ve never been here before. I’m just here on a dare.”“That’s how a lot of people start off here. And then they find it irresistibly fun,” I chuckled. “That’s how I started, too. What was your dare, if you don’t mind me asking?”The woman chuckled. “It was silly, really.” She sipped the last of her drink. She called my name? Then I realised she called my name and it wasn't just the alcohol! So I open up the door a bit and look inside her room. There she was! In bed with the covers pulled up to her neck. So I said "are you alright?" to which she replied, "never better" as she winked her eye at me. she said "why don't you come over here a sec" so I go to reply but then realise what she means!So I made my way over to the bed where she lay, stepping over the nighty I saw her wearing before! I sat on. Perfect.“Please, Miss Santos, I thought you did. You, you were screaming and-”“Fake, bell-boy. Just like the plastic-titted peroxide blondes you rub yourself raw to. No. It’s clear that if I’m going to get orgasms from you I’m going to have to take them.” I drop the clothes pin and grab his nipple with thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, pulling it up and twisting it brutally before letting it spring back to his chest. The yowl this produces vibrates down my spine, something about the pitch,. My gaze went up and it was clear she had no bra but with tiny 32a’s I doubt she really needed one, my heart was beating faster now, “Are you going to invite me in?” she asked snapping me back to reality.“Oh sorry miss” I said hastily, “Do come in” and I motioned her into the flat and sat her on the sofa, “Can I get you a drink?, tea, coffee or a cold beer?” I asked nervously and I knew which my preference would be but only if she chose the same, “Mmm” she said looking across at me, “A beer.
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