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Damn Corsets

Damn Corsets

Michelle Simpson
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“Where are we meeting this client?” As he turns off the road I realize where we are now…

“The Four Seasons, ma’am.”

Wow, the fucking Four Seasons. Already I am intrigued that this fat bastard didn’t pay for the airport Hilton, but the fucking Four Seasons!

“What’s his name, Ronnie?”

“He didn’t give me one, Ma’am. He is paying twice your hourly rate for that to not be disclosed.”

Please let it be George Fucking Clooney. If there is any wish in the world that I am granted, just once, let it be that George has commandeered my time for the next six hours. I realize now that I am wet. This is upsetting for two reasons: 1. I won’t be having sex with this person. 2. Chances are good he won’t look like George F. Clooney.

We roll to a stop at the front and Ronnie exits to hand over the keys to the valet. A young handsome brown boy opens my door.

“Good evening ma’am, welcome to the Four Seasons.”

He takes my hand to help me from the car. I look him up and down. He has beautiful skin and piercing green eyes…yummy. I must remember to speak to him on my way back down.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Ma’am.” He winks. Anything?

Ronnie, as if sensing trouble at the well, like Lassie, is in between our sight line almost immediately.

“This way, Ma’am.” He gestures toward the lobby and I feel momentarily like a chastised child.
Language
English
Pages
18
Format
Kindle Edition
Publisher
Orange Arrow Productions
Release
May 23, 2012

Damn Corsets

Michelle Simpson
0/5 ( ratings)
“Where are we meeting this client?” As he turns off the road I realize where we are now…

“The Four Seasons, ma’am.”

Wow, the fucking Four Seasons. Already I am intrigued that this fat bastard didn’t pay for the airport Hilton, but the fucking Four Seasons!

“What’s his name, Ronnie?”

“He didn’t give me one, Ma’am. He is paying twice your hourly rate for that to not be disclosed.”

Please let it be George Fucking Clooney. If there is any wish in the world that I am granted, just once, let it be that George has commandeered my time for the next six hours. I realize now that I am wet. This is upsetting for two reasons: 1. I won’t be having sex with this person. 2. Chances are good he won’t look like George F. Clooney.

We roll to a stop at the front and Ronnie exits to hand over the keys to the valet. A young handsome brown boy opens my door.

“Good evening ma’am, welcome to the Four Seasons.”

He takes my hand to help me from the car. I look him up and down. He has beautiful skin and piercing green eyes…yummy. I must remember to speak to him on my way back down.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Ma’am.” He winks. Anything?

Ronnie, as if sensing trouble at the well, like Lassie, is in between our sight line almost immediately.

“This way, Ma’am.” He gestures toward the lobby and I feel momentarily like a chastised child.
Language
English
Pages
18
Format
Kindle Edition
Publisher
Orange Arrow Productions
Release
May 23, 2012

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