[STORY] The Exclusive Sex Worker (Episode 33)

Episode 33.

He absently raised a hand to place on the glass window and I stared at the large hand with neatly manicured nails. I knew the strength in his hands as one hand had clamped my hip in place as his other hand had finger Forked my pvssy while his tongue had taken me to higher heights.

Just the recollection sent dull aches through my lower belly and on to my pvssy. Now I knew why he’d insisted on eating me. He knew once he did I wouldn’t be able to look at him without recalling it. He was right.

He was still talking when he turned to see me in the office, staring at his butt. He hesitated, taken aback same way one did when seeing something or someone unexpectedly.

We held each other’s gazes for about three seconds before he said, “Lemme call you back, Johnson.”

“Hi Tishé.” He said, still holding my gaze.

“Hi.” I replied.

“How have you been?” He asked.

I shrugged. “Good, I guess.”

There was an awkward pause after my reply. He seemed unsure of what to say next and I noticed it was sort of unlike him. Usually he liked to be in control but now, he stared at me as if waiting for me to begin.
I had asked to see him after all, so I guess I was supposed to begin but I also wasn’t sure where to start.

Before Tony’s call back in the car, I’d intended to storm his office, guns blazing and demanding he left me the fvcking hell alone but here I was, with a two hundred thousand naira blackmail debt hanging over my head and not sure how to pay it in two hours thirty minutes time.
Since Tony hadn’t been fooled by my ploy, I guess it was time I changed tactics. I needed two hundred thousand this evening and I had to get it somehow or become a popular internet sensation for the wrong reasons.

“Want to sit before you begin your tirade?” He asked, a slight smile working the side of his mouth. He wasn’t smirking, which was surprising. He wasnt looking at me in the arrogant way he usually did.

He was not sure why I was here. He probably thought I came to bite his ear off for stubbornly keeping me on his payroll when I wanted out.

The Madam’s advise came to mind, ‘You need to quit approaching life like you are a prey, Tish…..approach it like you are the predator and you will go far.’

“Who says I’m here for a tirade?” I asked, dropping my handbag and folder on the tiled floor, approaching him slowly.

Untucking my figure hugging blouse, I pulled it off and let it drop lightly on the black tiled floor.

His gaze narrowed as his eyes fell to my full breasts held up together in the lacy bra.

As I neared him, I could tell his breathing was heavier. Stopping in front of him, I unhooked my skirt and let it drop.
“Since you’ve refused to let me go, I figured I would come to you with my own terms and see if we could reach an agreement.”

“I’m listening.” He said as his eyes feasted on my Bosom.

I walked over to the gray desk and sat on it, facing his empty swivel seat and then beckoning on him with my hands to come take a seat on his chair.

Unlike the last time I’d tried seducing him in the car by acting like I was irresistible, this time I was trying to be polite. He didn’t like giving up control and I still had to let him feel in charge. He didn’t like to be ordered, so I made it look like I was pleading.

“Please, can you take a seat?”I asked.

Without a word, he did. His gaze holding mine now.

I spread my legs open, giving him a good view of my lace panties as I began.

“I’ve thought things over….and I’ve given in, you win… I can’t run anymore because you won’t let me. So, let’s just talk terms…. First and foremost….your temper, it’s… you’ve just got to stop. When you lose it, seriously I get scared you will do something nasty, so I’m asking….please if I do something that gets you angry, can you just take a deep breath and then address me calmly.”

He shrugged, “fair enough… but I still get to punish you right? You know I enjoy the idea of purnishment.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He loved his punishments. It probably turned him on.

“Yes, but please nothing as extreme as what you did with Gene, that’s just disgusting.”

He raised a brow and I held my tongue. I had probably gone a bit too far again. “No offense meant, I know you have some kinky needs but I really can’t do some things.”

“Fair enough.” He said “Anything else?”

“Yeah… I will accept the monthly allowances but I don’t want the house or car or you sponsoring my final project-”

“Why?”he cut in before I was done.

“Please let me finish,” I said politely and he muted up “instead of the house and car, I would prefer a monthly deposit of four hundred thousand naira.”

“Hmm.” He hummed and I could tell he wanted to say something. I paused, so he could speak.

“I had something slightly higher than that in mind” He said, as then I watched him pick a pen and paper to write something down before passing it over. “And you still get the house and car.”

My mouth gaped as I stared at the figure on the piece of paper. Was he for real? Who paid close to seven figures for a fúck? I was about to say something but he wasn’t done.

To Be Continued…