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You needn’t read, (or even listen to…) ‘The Client on the Sixth Floor’ to get this one, but it is a good start.***”Oh god, baby!! Don’t stop! That’s it, my big, big boy, Ooooooh!” Mattie gasped with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.She thrust her pelvis up as her punter’s small, thin cock pistoned in and out of her tight, wet slit. Thankfully she’d remembered her lube and had applied copious amounts when she’d nipped to the bathroom before they’d got started. She’d been finding it so difficult to get turned on these days. She wondered if she might be losing her touch.His face was close to hers, a bead of sweat hanging precariously from his nose, threatening to drip. God, she hated it when that happened. Of course, she had drank worse. She almost giggled at the thought and then suddenly remembered to moan loudly, with faux enthusiasm, as he continued to pummel her. She knew he liked that, her moaning, as he’d told her about his silent, unsatisfying sexual relations with his wife, or ‘Ice Queen’, as he’d referred to her. “Ouch, darling… Are you nearly finished? I can’t take much more, Big Boy!” Was her usual refrain.Mattie had always been such a good damned hooker. Without even being smug about it, she always got requests from her regulars. She knew that it pissed off some of the other girls she worked with, the way that she always had the guys coming back for more. Sometimes, if a punter’s usual girl wasn’t available, Olivia, her ‘madam’, would send them Mattie’s way… Invariably, they’d stay with her after that, too.She couldn’t help it if she was good.If they couldn’t remember her name, they’d just ask for the pretty redhead with the tattooed back. Of course, she always had to go the extra mile at birthdays and Christmas to keep her colleagues sweet. Some perfume here, a little sachet of powder there… She was a smart, kind woman. But especially smart.Despite the fact that she was, let’s face it, a little older than most of the other girls, she kept herself in good shape. She chose her outfits carefully, always going for classy over tarty, unless they asked for that… Her appearance was always impeccable and she got looks whether she was dressed for work or the gym.’Bob’, his real name was Malcom, she’d checked his wallet once, carried on pumping her for all he was worth. Bless him, he was certainly a trier and although she’d done her best to gently coach him, he hadn’t really improved greatly in the couple of years he’d been employing her services. No wonder his wife seemed bored. Recently he’d been showing an interest in her bottom. He’d told her that there was no way his wife would ever let him anywhere near her precious little arse and wondered if he might try something with her sometime soon. “Well, yes,” she’d said, thinking about the extra money…As she ‘oooohed’ and ‘aaaahed’ in time with her client’s thrusting, she noticed her work mobile lighting up and silently beginning to vibrate on the bedside table. “Fucking Olivia! The bitch knows I’m working!” The ‘phone stopped but then immediately started again! She looked up at ‘Bob’, eyes closed and pumping vigorously. God, it felt like a Q-Tip in her minge… and contemplated reaching for the mobile but decided she shouldn’t. “He is paying, after all…”Then the landline trilled. She let the answerphone take it.”Hello, Fuckbat, it’s Olivia… Listen, a guy called Simon, a hand job from three weeks ago? Well, apparently you impressed, Love. He wants you tonight, a ‘girlfriend experience’, it’s a work do so wear knickers… Call me back…”Mattie by now was more than a little bored with Bob’s monotonous performance and eager to speak to Olivia. So she decided to speed things up. She leaned round a little, extending her digits so that she could touch Bob’s hairy swinging balls. He gasped, as her fingers met his sweaty wrinkled skin and unbelievably he sped up. She grinned to herself as mental images of him spontaneously combusting from the sheer friction popped unbidden into her head. God, she really shouldn’t laugh, but come on!”Oh, you little cunt,” he moaned, “Oh you dirty little fucking…”She touched her fingers against his shaft as he thrust in and out, again he gasped and as he did, she gathered up some of the lube from her pussy and deftly pushed her finger deeply into Bob’s bottom, sweeping her fingertip onto his p-spot. Immediately his body stiffened as he came hard and fast, shaking and moaning.”Oh my god! That was fucking AMAZING! You DIRTY fucking bitch,” he shuddered as he began to soften inside her.”Glad you enjoyed it, Lover… I thought you’d like that,” winked Escort Ataşehir Mattie.See? Just because she wasn’t enjoying her job so much these days didn’t mean that the guys would notice a difference.Bob lifted his sweaty body up, his skin stuck to hers a little, from the copious amounts of moisture he’d produced during his exertions. Mattie smiled at him, despite the fact that she actually wanted nothing more than to change her bedsheets and take a long hot shower.”Same time next month?” He asked, as he pulled up his trousers and fastened his belt.”Of course, Sweetie,” she simpered. “Be a dear, just call and arrange it with Olivia, okay?””Yes, yes, I will,” he exclaimed, like an eager puppy. “Oh, I put a little something extra in your envelope. I remember last time, you said you had a birthday coming up…””Aaw, he’s blushing! Damn, he really is a sweetie,” thought Mattie, feeling only slightly guilty for hurrying him on with the old ‘key in the back door’ trick…”Oh Bob!! You’re too kind! You shouldn’t have!!” She kissed him on the cheek and straightened his tie, as she passed him his jacket with her other hand.”Ummmm… You know dear, well… I don’t really think you’re a dirty bitch… I just like saying that… My wife would kill me if I said anything like that to her,” he mumbled.”I KNOW, you fantastic fuck you,” she grinned, punching him gently on the shoulder, “I like it when you call me your bitch…””In the name of Sweet Jesus,” she thought….Opening the door, she practically shooed him through it, “Thank you, Bob, that was nice, look forward to seeing you next month.” She blew him a kiss as she closed the door behind him.As soon as it clicked, she leaned against it and sighed. Geez, her mind just wasn’t on the job these days. She really had to pull herself together before her performance started to suffer. Even Olivia had noticed it. “Darling,” she’d mewled, sounding like a Vauxhall drag-queen, “Whatever IS the matter with you these days? You’re not pregnant are you? Because I have punters who’d pay a little extra, if you know what I mean…””God no!!” Mattie had almost spat out her gin and tonic. “No fucking way!! I don’t need any complications in my life right now. Olivia, you KNOW I’ve got a coil fitted, there’s NO way!”Olivia had merely smiled sagely, “Mattie, darling, I’ve been around the block you know, there are no certainties in ‘The Life’, sometimes things just happen, no matter how careful you are.”Mattie screwed up her eyes and thought for a moment… No, she’d had her monthly ‘visit’, there was no way she was pregnant. Still, something was definitely up. Typical that Olivia should point it out though, she didn’t really need her ‘boss’ on her case. She had plans. It was her birthday tomorrow and she wanted to do something special. The girls, that is, the other girls who were part of Olivia’s ‘team’, wanted to take her out for a meal and then on to a club and Mattie was thinking that this was her best option so far. She still wasn’t really talking to her older sister. “Bloody prim bitch with her ‘perfect’ life,” thought Mattie, as she peeled the now slightly damp cover from her duvet and dropped it into a neat pile along with the soiled pillowcases and soiled bottom sheet.Her best friend, Stella, was on a business trip and wasn’t due back until the following week, and they had plans for when she got back. A health spa mini break; Mattie could not wait. She hardly ever took time off, seeing one or two clients a day, even on her supposed days off. To be honest she needed the rest. Maybe that was all that was wrong with her… She was just a little burnt out. It happened to the best of them, and she wasn’t being big-headed when she counted herself as one of those.Mattie loaded the dirty linen into her washing machine and switched it on, taking a sip of the Pinot she’d poured. Mmm, she’d really developed a liking for this stuff. She thought back to the first time she’d tasted and enjoyed it. Just a few weeks ago, with Simon. She sighed, smiling, as she remembered the night they’d spent together. For such a good hooker, she had enjoyed it just a little too much. Her pussy gave a surprise tingle as she recalled how he’d fucked her… If she was honest with herself, that was probably the last time she’d actually really enjoyed sex.She sauntered from her kitchen, switching on her sound system as she passed. Prokofiev, she’d kind of gotten into that too. Swished into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As she dropped her robe to the floor, she reached round and unfastened her bra, wriggling Ümraniye escort out of her panties. Glancing round at her reflection in the mirror, she admired her back. She did love her tattoos. She mostly forgot that they were there, as she couldn’t usually see them. She lifted her wine glass, took a long sip and stepped into the steamy shower unit.Mattie stood, eyes closed, under the strong jets of water. It had been such a good move going for the deluxe model with the extra nozzles down the front and she felt herself relaxing as the spray began to massage her body. She had a taste for the finer things in life and she picked up her luxurious shampoo, inhaling the almond aroma, squeezed some into her palm and began to wash her hair. She realised that she was humming a tune and smiled once more as she allowed her mind to drift back to that night in the hotel with him.Rinsing the suds from her wet locks, she picked up the gel and began to wash her body, thinking how impressed she’d been when she’d first seen his cock. It had been large and perfect. She was hardly a size queen, but she did like a big one. Remembering his expression as she’d taken hold of him, she allowed her hand to move between her own legs. Slick with the soapy water, her fingers were soon between the flowery folds of her still smarting pussy, washing and stroking. She sighed as she pushed two fingers inside. “God, that feels good.”She began to absentmindedly rub her clit. Had she actually come since she’d been with him? Was she only realising that now? Holy fuck! That was totally unheard of, something had to be done about it and fast! She rubbed quickly, more firmly, feeling the stirring of an orgasm, thinking of how he’d looked when she’d stroked him. She grinned as she remembered dropping her head down and swallowing his come… Now, that was unprofessional, he hadn’t asked for that. He hadn’t seem to mind all the same and the evening had progressed from there and she’d eventually let him fuck her… “Let him,” she thought, she’d probably wanted it even more than he had, probably almost begged, wiggling her arse in his face, like a cat in heat… She felt herself getting closer and closer and she leaned against the tiles, jets of water still massaging her skin and then she stopped.Why hadn’t he been in touch before now? She thought that he would have wanted another appointment with her. She really did, she’d even let herself hope for that. What had become of her? She NEVER let that happen!As quickly as it had appeared, her desire to climax left her. She stood, fingers still against her clit, water running over her body. She sighed loudly and turned her face up towards the shower, opening her mouth and letting it fill with water… She grimaced as she realised that she had lost her come… “Damn that bastard.”Resigning herself to no orgasm, she quickly finished washing then turned off the shower. As she stepped out, she could hear the jangling of her mobile phone over the classical music coming from her living room. She grabbed a towel and ran, still dripping, into the room to answer it. It was Olivia. Shit, she was hoping for a night off.”Hello, boss,” she sighed, pulling the towel around her as she collapsed onto the sofa. Oh shit yeah, Olivia had called… What was it? A handjob from… OH SHIT! Was it HIM?”What is it?” She almost screamed. “Is this about…””Oh, I bear glad tidings, darling,” Olivia drawled. “You remember a few weeks back, you entertained that charming Irish fellow?”Mattie sat bolt upright in her chair only just managing to check herself in time, before she squealed like a Japanese schoolgirl. “Oh yes, I think I remember him. It was in the Malmaison, wasn’t it? He had the suite?””Yes, darling, that’s the chap, and don’t come across all cool with me… I know you liked him.”Fuck, Olivia could be a real bitch sometimes.”Anyway,” Olivia continued, barely pausing for breath, “It seems that he’s quite keen to have another appointment with you. Strange, I thought he’d have been in touch sooner than this, given that he’s new to the city, but apparently there was some problem which prevented him from coming back before now. He never went into details. Thing is, I’m not sure if you’re going to love this or hate this…””What is it?” Mattie whined, “Out with it already! Damn you, woman!””Well, he wants to see you tomorrow night. Now I know you had plans, darling, but I think you ought to take this one; the girls will understand, you know they will.”Ah, her birthday. This was perfect, she really hadn’t been able to make up her mind, this Bostancı escort bayan did it for her.”I’ll do it,” she said firmly, “What’s the plan? Handjob again?””No, he has some business thing on, he needs a smart, pretty girl on his arm, who knows how to use posh cutlery. Girlfriend Experience, basically… Dress formally. He may require you for the rest of the evening after that, so do pack an overnight bag, darling. Meet him at the same hotel, in the bar at 6.30 sharp. That sound okay?”Mattie nodded, “No worries, Ollie. I’ll be there, thank you.””Have fun, darling and I hope you still manage to enjoy your birthday, 35 again isn’t it?”Mattie pressed ‘end call’ and stuck out her tongue at the little screen. “Fucking bitch.”She was glad she was still able to relax tonight though and once she was dressed in an old t-shirt and fresh panties, she poured another glass of wine, picked up her current book. ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’. Fifty Shades Of Shite more like. God, it was crap, like Twilight for horny housewives. Still she’d started it now, so she would finish it. She didn’t like to leave things unfinished.The bottle on the side table only had a splash left in it and Mattie could barely keep her eyes open as she poured the dregs into her glass. She yawned, stretched and decided that it was time for bed. As she automatically picked up the few things lying on her bedroom floor to put them away, (her used knickers, chewed by Bob, a vibrator she’d used to tease him, the six-inch heels he liked her to wear… He was five foot four…) she began to think about what she would wear for her second ‘date’ with Simon.She opened her wardrobe and looked through the dresses and gowns at the fancy end. She didn’t know what the actual occasion was so she had to choose carefully. She didn’t want to come across as tarty, or worse still, look like a prostitute, not that she ever really did. She did knew that he’d liked her tattoos, so she wanted to show them off, but at the same time, she was aware that, if this was a work thing, then it might be frowned upon by his colleagues. Inspiration struck and she pulled out a gorgeous, black Karen Millen number. It would be perfect for, although it was backless, she had really nice charcoal cashmere shrug which set it off well and would cover her artwork, just in case it wasn’t appropriate to have it on show.With her decision made, she flopped into bed and tried to read another page of the stupid book. She was fast asleep after half a paragraph. She dreamed of the rocking horse she’d had as a small girl, except in the dream the rocking horse could talk. It had an Irish accent.***Simon was distracted, in fact, he was feeling a little guilty. He’d just finished his call to ‘madame’ Olivia, to book another appointment with Mattie, about which he was relieved. He had actually been quite taken with her, but the reason for his unease was because of what had happened after she’d left. He had misjudged her.As he’d been on expenses on his trip to the city, he’d been able to book into a posh hotel suite and that was fine, he enjoyed the chance to do that (enjoyed it all the more when he had the pleasure of a beautiful woman, not that he’d employed the services of an escort much, but he knew that his time was limited and he couldn’t be bothered going through the rigmarole of picking someone up). He was mostly pretty successful when it came to the opposite sex, certainly he had the gift of the gab and women seemed to love his soft Irish accent.He was a smart guy. He’d little formal education, having dropped out of school at 16 to help care for his ailing mother. He learned to duck and dive, talk his way into, and out of situations. He was never short on cash and found that he had a knack for predicting trends; ended up working in stocks and shares. He dabbled here and there, made a good turn, which was just as well when his mother’s health took a sharp downturn. He was able to pay for private healthcare for her and, when her recovery looked bleak, he found an excellent residential care home, where she was very well looked after. He visited her every week (when he wasn’t traveling) and he knew how much she looked forward to his company. She told him that he was a good son and he knew that was true.It had worked out better for him in the long run anyway, for as much as he loved his ‘Ma’, he had bought her old house, staged it and sold it for a very decent profit. That was his first foray into property development. It turned out that he had an eye for that too… He just seemed to be able to pick just the right places at the right time. By chance, not that he really believed there was such a thing, he met a guy who sort of took him under his wing, introduced him to the right people, utilised Simon’s talents so that they both ended up making quite considerable amounts of money.Now, 25 years down the line, Simon was pretty well off.

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