MOVING business firm

It all started with a dumb-ass prank.

My son had broken up with his long-time partner, her having being playing away behind his back. When he off-loaded their apartment, he bunked down at mine for a few weeks while he got sorted. I could sympathize his pain, the Same thing having happened to his mother and I four years earlier. I now lived on my own in a quite spacious top floor studio, but with only one chamber, he had to sleep on the lounge in the battlefront room.

Coincidentally, my lease was coming up for renewal, so we had a long talk and decided it would be good for us both to move into a 2 beddy and part the bills. In another 12 calendar month, we could see how we stood, and then actuate forward as required.

auditory sensation like a architectural plan, yes ? Except for my son's dumb-ass prank.

My factor arranged an ‘ open-house viewing'of my property for prospective new tenants. Fair enough.

He asked if we could make ourselves scarce for the two minute engagement. nigh of my ornaments and photo-frames were packed away anyway, so we collected up all our valuables and ‘ light-finger'magnets into a big cardboard box and stowed them in the trunk of my car, then rode my son's SUV down the local shopping centre. Just as we were parking up, my son slaps his os frontale and announces he's forgotten his mobile phone.

"You jump out, Pops, catch yourself a bite and I'll see you in XV in the food court."

So off he burns, and we meet up again 25 minutes later, him with a big smirk on his grimace.

"What's with the big smiling, you ass ?"

"Oh, nothin'papa ….. There's gondola pulling up everywhere outside when I left. It was funny."

"Don't surprisal me.. Popular spot being so close to the shopping center and all."

"Yeah, really, really democratic,"he splutters down his nose, trying to curb his laughter.

"Ass,"I says,"You're an ass."

..…

We wanders around the shopping mall for a long while, my son seeming to tangle his heels.

Then my cell rings…..

"All done, Mr. T. I'm just locking up. You can come back now."

"Agent,"I silently mouth at my son as I'm taking the outcry.

"By the way, Mr. T… have you been running a business from here ?"

"Scuse me ? Business. What byplay ?"

"You know …. A business."

"Sorry. Dunno what you're talking about."

"wellspring, just so you know, Mr T., in this county it's illegal to run any strain of business concern from a renting without permit from the broker, but seeing as you're leaving, I'll let this one slide."

"Oh, OK,"I answer, shrugging my shoulders,"I'll be for sure to keep back that in mind."

…..

Returning to my stead, my son is snorting a chuckle down his nose at almost every lamp-post.

"Ass"

….

When I walks into my sleeping room, my jaw drops to the storey as the musical scale fall away from my eyes.

Dangling from my bed head-board are two sets of hand-cuffs. A chromium-plate shiny set on one side, and ping furry-fluffy ones on the former. On top of my bedside console, there's an assortment of bottles of oils and jells, along with a scatter of unopened condom packets and safe gloves. On the storey there's a match of canes and wooden spoon, along with a bin, half full of scrunched up tissues.

But most damning of all, there's a whiteboard leaning up against the wall with my cell number at the top and a long list of random female epithet down one side. Along-side each name there are versatile notation

A only, no A, both, rough, patrician, long tease, no marks, long as poss…… the leaning went on.

I turn to my son, who's now standing right behind me in fits of laugh and I says,

"spoonful ? Wooden spoons ? What the perdition were you thinking ?"

………..

I took it for the dumb-ass prank that it was. It seemed pretty cool, thinking I could probably tell this story a C metre before I died. But a twain of days later my mobile phone rang….

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I was already running late for my regular golf stretch with my outdo married person, Pete, over at the links about 40 instant drive away. I knew the traffic would be building with first light school-run Mom's taxi, so I was in no mood to be stuffed around, so when the female representative on the other end stuttered and faltered and dithered with a"Errm, I was just calling, I mean, needed to speak. I hope it's not a bad time, but it, I was wondering, if you don't mind ….."

Just around then my frustration boiled over and against my rule nature, I pretty much barked,

"Well, spit it out woman…."

"Oh, yes, no-account sir,"my harsh elasticity appearing to sweep away her hesitation. You could almost find out her shuffle to sit herself upright in her seat."My name is Charmaine, and I'm calling from Pollomina-Watts Real acres ……"

Now she had my fully aid. These were the realtors of my son and I's new spot where I'd signed the term of a contract and paid a substantive bond and deposit. I would be handing back the keys to the old place in two days, and couldn't afford for anything to go wrong.

"Yes, how can I avail ?"I queried. It was I who had suddenly become contrite.

"As you know, well obviously, you passed all our reference work and police force hindrance, but I had neglected to call your former leasing agent."

"Yes ?"I scooped, in a drawn out acknowledgement of her actions. I had no idea where this would be going.

"Well, he told me you appeared to make been running some sort of business from the premises."

"Oh, no, no no, he's got it all damage ….."I began my apologetic explanation about it only being a prank.

"Because it's not classed as a business if you don't burster a fee,"she butted in, almost as a blurted-out gush.

I could see this as an easy get-out, and I was conscious of now running late for my golf-date.

"No, I don't heraldic bearing anything. It's all entirely free."

"Oh, thank good,"the relief in her vox almost palpable."You see, I can't afford much, with my married man keeping a close eye on my disbursal and all."

"Woah, woah woah"I chattered about seven metre in the space of a second.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she responded to my check,"If you're not taking on any more bookings…."

"No, it's not that …."

This was getting all too lots and sliding way out of paw. I needed time to think.

"look, the verity is, you're making me late for an assignment and I need to get moving, the traffic's getting busier by the minute. You're gon na have to call me back after lunch. Can you do that ?"

"Oh,"she sounded surprised,"You sometimes do ….. ?"

"After lunch."I cut her off, then in a flash of dastard inspiration, for my last-place words before I pressed ‘ end Call,'I took a cryptic breath and growled down the line of business,"From now on you start calling me ‘ master.'”

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Not surprisingly, my golf score was rubbish. 15 over par.

"What the hell's gotten into you ?"quizzed my long-time friend and golf buddy as we sat in the 19th hole nursing our cold beers."I know I usually win, but jeez, man, you usually give me a run for my money. Wha'sup ?"

"A very unusual dilemma has reared its straits, Pete, and I think you're just the mighty man to give me some fatherly advice."

…

At 48, Pete is actually one year untested than me, but has had a full and chequered love live, having been divorced twice and currently having two women on the go. And having spent century of drunken 60 minutes sharing our shit down the pub, I don't think there were any secrets between us…. I'd no problem with spilling my guts….

….

"Wow, that's pretty rad, man,"said Pete after a farseeing blow through puffed-out cheeks."Even that's a new one on me. I'm not sure what to suggest."

"Do you think I should go for it though ? Would you ?"

"fountainhead assuming this Charmaine wench isn't really, really smart and trying to pull a degenerate one, then sure, gyrate her in. At least you'll get one relinquish pellet with no reverberation. If you can't remember seeing her at the agency and don't know what she's like, then hey, if she's married, she'll be too scared to kick up a fuss if she turns out to be a dud and you tell her to fuck off. And let's face it, Dez, your sex biography hasn't exactly been front-page news program this in conclusion pair of years."

"Suppose,"I conceded.

"Yeah, go on, go for it, bro. And hey, if she's not your character, you can always render her my number and let me have a crack."

"Easy, tiger,"I said, snorting a laugh down my nuzzle."One step at a time, eh ? One step at a time."

……….

"hello, yeah, hi. It's Charmaine here. I'm just calling back like you said."

"Yeah, and you're late,"I barked."I said two o'clock on the dot."

"No, you didn't, I …."

"Are you calling me a prevaricator ?"

"No, I, it's … she started to jibber.

"I've already told you once, it's ‘ master'from now on. So let's try again shall we ? Are you calling me a liar ?"I growled with a smirk on my face. C'mon bitch, dig your own grave.

"No, master."

I then heard her laboured inhale of breathing place down the wrinkle. I've barely said ten row and she was terrified. Maybe not of me, but of potentially handing her lot to a complete unknown. A unknown who has handcuffs dangling from his bed-head. And by virtuousness of Pete's clang form in his great cleaning woman sapience, her panting revealed she was already juicing up.

Oh boy, was this going to be fun.

…………..

I established when she'd have a couple of hours free prison term to come up over to mine, and ordered her to be here on the dot. She already knew the address. In fact, with her being on the rental staff, I reasoned there was an even chance she could've been inside here before.

I'd occur clean with my son. For muckle of rationality really, not to the lowest degree of which being the fact he had the handcuffs, lube and rubber stashed away in his bed-room. I can't imagine why he hadn't thrown them away.

Just kidding…

Anyway, my son thought I was nuts, but being as it was his prank which had kick-started this hale fiasco in the maiden station, decided there was no harm in being supportive, although there was no motivation for his ‘ conclusion hurrah'comments.

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At the distribute time two afternoons later, there is a deliquium knock at my door….

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I was quite taken aback when I opened up to see her for the low time, and as we looked at each former unbowed eye to eye. I'd certainly never seen the woman before in my life, because I sure as shucks would've remembered.

She was about five foot two with unretentive brown hair and looked to be in her mid-forties, with big chubby, high-boned, waxy-skin boldness under sparkly blue eyes. Although her smiling was infirm, almost excusatory and embarrassed, her back talk were full phase of the moon and red. Her neck opening was very full and she had a loose, almost dangly bomb reduplicate Chin. Her shoulders were full like that of a manual labourer, and the sleeve protruding from her liberate course caftan seemed light, being flabby and bloated with fat. Her tit where quite with child but looked very droopy, like two big plastic bags to the full of weewee. Her illumine blue vertical-striped kaftan did it's dear to camouflage the big blob of a woman it concealed, with an abdomen which could well hold contained overdue triplets. Two chunky, thick elephantine wooden leg stretching down to a duad of fat chubby ankles completed the scene. She must've easy been north of two fifty dollar bill pounds.

….

"Charmaine, I presume."

She gave a single nod ‘ yes'of her heading, causing her flabby double-chin to wobble like jelly and then squash out at the sides as her gaze fell down to the floor.

"Well, Charmaine, there is no need to speak, not even one word. You don't even have to say the word ‘ master ’. But there's only me here in this apartment, and if you walk in through this door and close it behind you, I'm gon na drop the next hour and a half fucking your nous out."

With that, I turned on my heel away from the all-inclusive candid door and went and sat on my recliner in the lounge room.

I waited with baited breath. If I heard the door close and then her footsteps clumping up the hall I decided I'd better pop both the vitalagras I had fix and waiting in my pocket.

Although I was surprised by her size, I wasn't surprised this married woman wasn't getting her needs met by her husband. He was probably screwing the ass off a nubile houri somewhere, a pixy a twenty-five percent the size of his wife. Maybe some randy young cyprian from his workplace, perhaps, a lose weight bint nothing like what he now had at home. But I cursed him under my breathing space for being the campaign of this big dollop of lard landing place on my doorsill. And with both vitalagras now poised in my hand, it was a dollop on the verge of getting an afternoon of right royal fucking.

………

I heard the Yale's loud catch as its auto-lock clicked the threshold fully closed. I held my hint so I could get wind any audio, and exhaled with a motley of emotions when I heard her shuffling her feet on the embossed ‘ welcome home'foot rub in the hall-way.… I swallowed both the vitalagras.

"In here,"I yelled, giving her purpose and charge, and looked back over my shoulder joint as I felt her front fill the lounge doorway.

"Come on in, don't be shy. I won't chomp, well not on your first sojourn,"I taunted as I waved my hand indicating she should fully enter the room and base in front end of my relaxed, seated position.

"Now then,"I took control as she stood nervously twitching and fidgeting a simple six feet in front of my bent grass knees."Look at me and take heed up …. in here, you are no longer Charmaine, yes ? You left that prim and proper gentlewoman at the threshold. You will now be referred to as ‘ slut ’. You will be my hussy twenty dollar bill three, but just a simple ‘ slut'will suffice from now on, got that ?"

She gave a single nod yes of her headland, accompanied by a gulp, as her gaze sank down to the floor.

"Look at me,"I barked, causing her top dog to re-lift and her eyes to lock back onto mine."That non-answer has just earned you a small but abominable penalization. You know what you should've said, don't you ?"

"Yes, master key,"It was a mussitate, but perfectly hearable.

"What was that ?"my press making her visibly squirm.

"Yes, superior,"her part now more steady and sure.

"I still didn't hear it."I menaced with a growl in my representative. I wanted an receipt capitulation.

"Yes, passe-partout,"she said, firm and committed, but then she took me totally by surprise.

"I just can't do this,"a quaver in her vocalisation,"I really shouldn't have come …. I can't,"as she takes a footfall towards the threshold, obviously about to flee.

I must allow, I panicked. That was completely out of left-field, and I wasn't for sure what I should do. I had visions of me standing in the dock being sworn in as the charge of abduction and attempted Brassica napus were read out to the jury. On the other hand, she had come because she needed something, and I'm a reasonable guy. Certainly not the heartless dom-master she probably thinks I am. I took the course of least resistance.

I shot to my base and took two step to front her and flung my arms around as much of her arm and shoulders as I could encircle, drawing her to my pectus and giving a soothing,"Hey, hey, hey,"as simultaneously she broke down in sobbing wet tears.

"I understand,"I soothed. There was no way I was going to let her walk out in a disillusion and distressed province. It would be my word against hers in court.

"ejaculate on, now,"I oozed."cum and sit. If you aren't comfortable with this I'm not going to wedge you, not if it's not what you really want. That isn't the way this thing works."

I guided her back to my big old soft recliner, and watched as she slowly eased herself down and light unsteadily on its flaccid, squishy edge.

"I'm sorry,"she wet sniffed as her tear-wet puffy cheeks glistened it the light."I didn't, can't ……"

"S'ok."I reassured. As least she wasn't going to run out on me."Take a moment. You're upset."

"No, I … it's just that when Mal told me what he thought you did …."

She saw me quizzically furrow my forehead as I pitched my promontory to one side.

"Sorry, when Mal, Malcomb from Red roof said you were some variety of male …. Well, he wasn't sure what you were, it sounded like something I might involve. I had to amount and see …."

"And what do you necessitate ?"I asked with genuine interest and concern. She didn't know it, but this was all new territory to me.

"Oh, I don't know. Something different, some excitement maybe. You've certainly given me that,"she said with a one bird wet laugh down her runny wet nose.

"Here, let me get you a tissue."

…..

The short interlude whilst I went and grabbed a box of tissues from my chamber gave her enough time to twist back into a more rule and comfortable position in my recliner. I held out the box and she swooshed out respective little white squares.

"So, what do you want to do now ?"I asked."Technically you've booked me for the afternoon…… a liberal engagement,"I added with haste.

"Oh, I don't guardianship if you charge any others or not. It's just that I haven't got any supernumerary money."

Several cruelly cutting and hardhearted responds sprang immediately to mind, but I thought I'd best keep my sarcastic mouth shut.

"Well, we have the afternoon,"I repeated my observation as I pulled up a spare chair and sat opposite this blob queen who had made herself at home in my very own recliner,"So, secernate me a bit about yourself."

I honestly didn't want to hear it, because I pretty much guessed what was coming, and I'd only entertained her presence because of the chance of a mindless, guilt-free, yearn fuck, which apparently seemed now wiped off the bill of fare. But I was relieved she was very unlikely to go to the authorities accusing me of being some sort of predatory sexual monster.

I sat for several long minutes and listened. Her rambling liveliness chronicle was about as predictable as snowstorm in wintertime. At a twain of stop I couldn't suppress an involuntary deep yawn. Then I realised I was growing an hard-on. Not just any old stalker. This was a fully on throbbing steel girder of vitalagra induced weaponry.

holy place crap …. I'd forgotten about that.

……

I shifted uncomfortably on my uncomfortable wooden president. I leaned forward almost like I had a cramp in my stomach, and with my legs squashed together I pressed my entwined finger grasp at the come together gap of my thighs near my knees.

"Are you OK ?"she asked with business,"You look, well, in pain."

In pain ? My boner was threatening to explode.

"It's just that….."I hesitated. It was me who was embarrassed now. I spilled the truth.

"When I entertain, if I were to put it like that, I take an enhancer, you know, a tab, to maximize my performance and hold on me on the go for, well, 60 minutes if penury be. Solely for the benefit of my entertainees, you understand ? I like to think I send away satisfied clients."

"And you took one when I arrived ?"

"When I knew you'd come in and closed the threshold behind you, yes."

"And you're erm…."as she nods her headspring at my bent over posture,"you're enhanced now ?"

"Like a flagpole."I blurted my confession. It seemed pointless to try keep hiding the uncomfortable truth.

"Oh …"was her aghast and intrigued chemical reaction to this unforeseen revelation."And you took this enhancer ‘ after'you'd met me ?"the import of the ‘ after'now slowly sinking in.

"Well, obviously,"I said with a dash of infliction at her slow down uptake of the situation.

"So you intended to….."

"Very much so ….."

"Well, I suppose we shouldn't let your enhancer go to waste ………."

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The end…. of component part one ? You tell me.

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