After Work Excess (12 page)

With the rare sight of seeing Jamie's youthful energy totally spent, he collapsed on-top of me, as it felt like I had finally managed to satisfy his seemingly insatiable sexual drive.

We lay there, both feeling quite exhausted, but satisfied before we took a few minutes to sort ourselves out so that he could drive me back to the flat.

***

Once there, he said that he wasn't going to come up, as he needed to get back home to his parents place. Although I was initially quite offended, once inside, I was actually slightly relieved as the last thing that I really needed on a mid-week night, was to be kept up all night by my young stud.

Before he raced off though, I explained that I was going out with my girlfriends the following night for our weekly night out, so put it to him that maybe we could meet up, the following night on Friday at mine.

“Of course…” he said, with a knowing laugh, showing that he still was ‘as keen as mustard’, unlike as I had begun to think. I kissed him goodnight, and as I did so, I again tried to re-assert my position as the dominant force in our relationship, by whispering “You know what. I think you actually enjoyed my finger nails dug deeply into your arse, didn't you?”

“
Yeah it was nice...but painful…” he replied rather sheepishly.

“
Oh, so you like
the rough stuff
then, do you..?” I retorted, laughing but on the inside really knowing that this simply wasn't me at all.

He seemed quite perplexed by my '
rough stuff
' comment, so I said “Well, you just wait until Friday night then '
big boy'
and I’ll show you
exactly
what I mean…” and laughed naughtily, before nibbling his bottom lip firmly, and saying “See you at eight on Friday then...
and don't you dare be late!
”

I pitched up at work the day after my girls night out, and spent most of the morning dreaming about the night prior to my evening out, where I had laid in the front seat of Jamie's
pimped up
little car, and been unceremoniously ‘fucked', whilst wearing my corset and stockings, but that did little do help me get towards my monthly sales target! Don't get me wrong, I had a great night out with the girls, and the club was busier than usual with it being held on a Thursday night instead of a Wednesday, but throughout the night I frequently thought about Jamie – my
secret
new boyfriend. All of the girls noted that I was no longer wearing my engagement ring, and viewed this as a significant step forward for me. The problem was, that they then spent most of the rest of the evening trying to fix me up on a date with every half-witted man that looked over in our direction. I just couldn't tell them that I'd started seeing someone, because it was Jamie, Holly's younger brother's mate. It wasn't because I was ashamed of Jamie, I was just worried about how they would view my new relationship, as they desperately tried to fix me up with yet another guy in his mid-thirties.

Needless to say that by the end of the night I was just glad to get safely back home to the flat, and to finally enjoy some '
me time
' alone with one of my sex-toys.

***

The morning at work, was hardly the most productive for me, then, to make things worse Jamie popped in (yet again) and hung around my desk, chatting to me, making me laugh and generally distracting me from looking after my customers needs, and generally just putting me off of my work. Unfortunately it wasn't just the customers and fellow staff members that had noticed my distraction.

Unsurprisingly, at a little after 3pm, Brian – The Assistant Manager of the branch yet again called me into his office and asked what had happened to me over the coarse of the day.

“I thought that I made my message quite clear when I had to pull you into my office last week Samantha?” he questioned in a more than menacing tone, as I noted that he had a newly acquired food stain to add to his collection on his well-worn tie.

“
But I've been doing better, sales wise, since we last had a chat, haven't I Brian?”

“
Well yes,” he conceded, before adding “but that was a couple of bright days, amongst many days where you've just spent your time sat at your desk chatting to the other staff, and then today - flirting with that young lad!”

I had no answer to his observation, and I knew that from this point onwards, I just had to sit there and take everything that was coming to me, as he continued with “According to past reports, you used to be like
a sales demon
, closing every sale with bitter a  determination...”

Again, I offered no response, as I looked down at my hands.

“So what an earth is going on Samantha?” he pleaded, trying to force some kind of reasonable explanation out of me.

Finally I responded as I said “I've just been through a lot lately at home, as I've split up with John...”

He paused, before saying “Well I did notice that you're no longer wearing you engagement ring,” before he really
stuck the knife in
by saying “but it looks to me like your life is spiralling into a total melt down, so whatever happened to the sharply dressed girl that used to come into work early, ready to nail every possible sale?”

I couldn't manage to muster a suitable response, as I knew that he was correct in his observations about me, as I bit my tongue to try to hold back the tears of self-pity that were welling up from deep within me.

“I mean look at you, you look drained everyday, and suddenly you've got this young guy hanging round your desk for half of the working day, and even when he's not here - you seem to be in a
dream world
for most of the rest of the time?”

Again, I had no answer, as I felt a tear well in my eye, before he finished with “So shape up or you'll be gone by Christmas, I'm sorry, but I've got to say something as the way you’re going, you're already halfway out the door I'm afraid!”

God that was a shock, it was the harsh truth, but I didn’t want to hear it, but maybe that was what I needed.

***

Early that evening I arrived home from work feeling incredibly low, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and noted that maybe Brian was right, I did look tired, especially around my eyes, my hair was no longer styled to perfection, and my make-up looked sloppy, at best. To make matters even worse, Claire had contacted me to say that she'd heard a rumour that before I split with my fiancée he had been seeing another woman, a married woman from the International Department, in Ireland! So, whilst he was supposedly working hard whilst away during all of those lonely weekdays, unbeknown to me, he was actually having the time of his life, by having an illicit affair with one of his colleagues’ behind my back!

I was in total shock at the thought of this revelation, and all I could think of was two things, which were intrinsically linked - the first was that I really needed to get myself out of the deepening financial problem that I was in, and that meant that if I was going to manage to meet my payments for the car, the flat and the bills – for this month, then I was going to have to put a brave face on, and face the second thing that was on my mind and actually accept an
escorting appointment
.

With a little over two hours to spare before Jamie was due to arrive, I logged on online, to the
adult encounters website
where John had sourced the three guys that I'd been lined up to sleep with in my past life. The profile was still active, and there were still a few photos of me on the front page, thankfully with my face blanked out, in-order to protect my identity. As neither of us had logged on for well over a month, it was unsurprising to see that there were over 30 emails from various guys, all willing to offer me (and John) '
cash for sex
'.

After scanning through most of the messages, I eventually responded to an email from a guy who had made me a generous offer of £500 to spend the whole night with him - this coming Friday, and to pose as his girlfriend in-front of his
work mates
at his
Office Christmas Party
. There was something about his offer that made it seem all the more plausible, in-turn making me feel far more comfortable than having me just knocking on the door of some
random hotel room
and then walking in and having to get straight
down to it
with a total stranger. At least with this guy, I'd be given the chance to get to know him, to eat, drink and dance with him, and then hopefully, it would make the whole bedroom experience, at the end of the night far more comfortable – for both of us. I also explained that I was no longer 'working' with John's assistance, hence my direct approach, but I guessed that that would make him even more keen to
hire me
, unless that is, he had actually since managed to find another girl to hire as his
Christmas Party Date
.

Thankfully, he emailed me back straight away, and seemed very agreeable, so we were all set for a week from that night – next Friday. As I then set about running a bath in readiness for Jamie's arrival, I felt mixed emotions, as I really didn't want to have to
sell myself
to pay the bills, but I also knew that if I could bank this generous offer of £500, that I would hopefully then have enough money
not
to
need
to do it again. After that night, it would be totally down to me to drag my work performance back to it's previous level, and start earning my
much needed
monthly bonus once again.

I sat there for far too long, in the bath, which was by this stage tepid - wallowing in my own dirty water as my thoughts moved on from next Friday and back to this evening. It was one thing to have just agreed to meet a guy for sex, but for me, tonight's experience was going to be a whole lot more intimate and strangely cathartic.

I continued to lay there, with my over-active sexual-imagination formulating a plan for what I wanted to explore with Jamie later that night. By the time that I was rinsing my freshly shampooed blonde hair under the shower attachment, and had released the filthy bathwater, I had my plan fully set out in my naughty little mind.

My plan was basically for me to do something with Jamie that I had never done before with John, something that would bring closure to that part of my life for once and for all, especially after recently hearing about the rumour of his affair in Ireland. I had plenty of time to prepare for this
special night
, and so after my long bath, I took the time to carefully shave of my legs and tidy up my public hair, narrowing the neatly trimmed V shape that I had always sported, re-creating my look, as I admired my newly shaped
Brazilian
in my small vanity mirror. Away from my most intimate area, I then took the time to complete a proper all over beauty session on my entire body, as I prepared to look absolutely stunning for 8pm - when Jamie was due to arrive.

The time went by so quickly especially after two large glasses of Rose wine, so I was actually left quite surprised when the buzzer rang on my door at just before eight. The landlord had recently mended the main door to our group of flats, and installed an intercom system, so I spoke to Jamie on the new intercom and buzzed him in. However, I explained that I wouldn't be able to meet him at the actual door, so suggested that he should just run up the flight of stairs, and I'd leave my front door on the latch for him, but I also explained that he would soon see why...

He entered the flat and excitedly walked into the lounge where I had already dimmed the lights and lit quite a few candles, in readiness for him. It was at that point that I saw his jaw quite literally drop as his eyes took the sight of me in. I was dressed head to toe in a black PVC full catsuit, and it wasn't just any old catsuit, but a crotchless catsuit. John had bought it for me months ago, for my Birthday, but I had never managed to wear it from him, so his loss was to become Jamie's gain. I completed my look, by also wearing a black leather cat-woman mask, with my blonde hair pony-tailed up and out of the way. On my feet, I had dared to squeeze into a pair of six inch high glass-bottomed stilettos, and to top it all off – I was holding a black leather five tail whip. He was clearly in total awe and bemusement, as he moved towards me to attempt to get hold of my slender PVC covered body.

Sadly for him though - I had other plans...

I was in charge tonight, as I sternly instructed him to get his clothes off and get down on all fours in front of me. Thankfully, he did so without complaining, as I stood and watched him obediently undress, noting that his cock was already erect with anticipation. With him positioned submissively on my lounge floor, I lit up a rare cigarette, taken from his jacket, and placed a six inch heel firmly into the small of his naked back as I dared to flick some ash onto his naked skin.

“
Ouch..!  He protested as it landed on him.

“
Now now young man, I thought that you said that you liked
the rough stuff
.?” I purred domineeringly.

“
I think that it was actually
you
, that suggested that I liked stuff like that...”