She was keyed up – as usual, really. But going too long without s****l release and sitting all day with boring, aging professionals was always sure to make her irritable and aggressive.
When the firm knock sounded three times on the door at exactly 10:00 p.m., she smiled like a sunbathing feline. Good boy, right on time. Let's see if he remembers the rest of my instructions though.
She took her time, checking her reflection in the full-length hallway mirror. She wore a wide-gauge fishnet bodysuit underneath black leather pants, low-slung on her hip bones and tight as a second skin, skimming toned thighs, bunching at her ankles just above black f**k-me stilettos. Leather G-string straps arched over those hip bones from under her waistband and buckled in back Otherwise, she wore only a b
