I drove the Mercedes along home to our little apartment in the city. Sammy’s parents lived out in the country but the two of us needed to stay close to work and college, so we made sure to live as close to the city centre as our pockets would allow.
Nancy was down at the local supermarket when the call came through on her beeper. She’d gone to the trouble of putting on a short skirt and doing her makeup, all to impress the supermarket cashier that had been giving her suggestive smiles for weeks now. He was handsome and she was more than open for the idea of a relationship, but with her line of work it was tough to get into anything serious.
“Delicious bolognese, Mrs. Walters,” I said, smiling across the table. I was nervous meeting Sammy’s parents but so far the dinner was going fairly well. Mr. and Mrs. Walters were from old money, meaning that instead of a home they had a mansion and were only a hair’s breadth away from having servants.
I showered and washed myself very thoroughly, going over my body with a critical eye. I had to make sure everything was shaved to the smoothest degree, that every patch of dry skin was moisturised, that every blemish was noted and treated so that it would leave my skin flawless and perfect.
I whistled to myself as I fried the bacon and eggs, an apron draped around my naked form. I didn’t want to eat breakfast just yet–the taste of Brian’s semen was fresh in my mouth and I didn’t want that to end so soon–but I was more than happy to make Brian some.
Nancy checked her pager. Five men had her number, and nobody else – this afternoon it was Michael who was letting her know she was needed. She slipped the pager into her pocket and got into her car, turning up the tunes. She only really listened to classic rock, so she blasted some ACDC as she made her way down the highway.
“Huh? What?” He grunted, barely awake. I lifted my head out of his crotch and smiled at him from under the blanket. “Oh, okay,” he mumbled, dropping his head back to the pillow.