Chapter 1504 His Indecent Proposal:>>17
- The beginning of the end was in January, a few weeks after Tom and I had done it while Bobby was visiting. I was still working my lousy secretarial job, and Tom was still doing whatever it was he did (I was sure he hated it as much as I hated mine) but now there was the unmistaken understanding between us that we were both getting something out of the arrangement. It was never stated outright beyond a few harsh exclamations when we fucked, but we were enjoying our agreement. I liked the money, naturally, but we'd been at it for so long that a few things were clear, most prominently that I liked being paid to be fucked, and Tom liked to fuck me.
- Where I was conflicted before I was now much less so. I still considered myself with Bobby but I saw my arrangement with Tom more and more as another job, one I happened to actually like. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to sell myself on the street. But it's pretty hard to dislike having a man massage you, eat you out, and screw you until you came every two weeks, then pay half a grand and be on his way without pushing any other agenda. When I thought about it like that I almost felt like Tom was getting shortchanged. But then again, I was what he wanted, and I did what he wanted.
- Case in point, it was near the end of January and I was sitting at home in a tight green apron that I'd found in my mother's closet. It was small, and very old, but it suited the purpose I had for it. I watched myself tie it around my naked body in the mirror, making sure that it was as knotted as it could be (Tom didn't want it to be too easy), taking note of the generic floral print running over the borders and the way it faded and frayed at the edges. I smoothed it over my breasts and tummy. The frilled bottom just barely covered my pussy. I checked myself on the sides. The round slopes of my breasts were clearly visible between my arms and the apron front. My butt stuck out, made even more prominent by the tight tie over my hips. After that I sat down and applied makeup. More makeup than I would have, than any girl would have past, let's be honest, 1955.