The New Client (Dedicated to SofaCouple - Miss Ter
I pulled up to the detatched house similar to all the others in the street. As I got out of the car in my best suit, as I wanted to impress these potential new clients and reached across to get my laptop a blonde toned female runner came by me and asked are you going to number 22. Yes I said. She looked me up and down undressing me with her eyes and smiles like the cat who got the cream and ran off. This was an unusual experience for me as I was not what you would call eye candy in fact more the opposite. I walked up the drive and arrived at the black windowless door and knocked. A few moments later I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and there I was face to face with a man in a white shirt and trousers. You must be Mr S I'm G. Yes come in he replies and as I walk through the door he closes and re-locks it. Strange but I suppose they must be very security concious. We enter a very nice living room and as I move towards the settee I look at a beautiful modern sculpture in metal on the coffee table. Quite sizeable I stop and look more closely at the curves and shapes entwined in its design. Is that a woman I can make out I think and is that a man below her. I can not be sure but I keep looking staring for a bit too long. The man pulls me out of my thoughts, “It is an intoxicatign piece. Please be seated the Mistress of the house will be down in a moment”. Very formal I thought but no problems. I tak up the offer of a cup of tea and he quickly vanishes.
A few moments later a curvasious woman in a grey suit enters the room and says hi. My eyes are drawn from the sculpture I had been staring at again, trying to put together all the lines and curves and look at the beautiful woman who is nw standing hand extended full of confidence and power. I linger just too long before taking her hand and shaking it. It's so nice to meet you 'G' purss from her red painted lips. At the same timeher husband reappears cattying a silver tray with coffee and tea on it. Not wanting to meet his Wifes piecing eyes I look down and notice his feet or more his ankles where they are not covered by his trousers. It look like instead of socks he's wearing something similar to fishnet stocking in pattern, each to their own I think. “I see you like my piece” the wife purrs in the most seductive voice while running one of her red manicued nails over its curves. “I must take you for a tour as I have some other”, she pauses “interesting pieces”. With this she holds out her hand, I take it and rise from the sofa and she leasds me into the hall. Futher down the hall we come to an abstract picture mainly in black and red. I look closely and think I can make out a picture of a black and red clad woman standing above a pile of chains with people in them. We carry on and come to a diplay of maks of various types, some very venitian others form masquarade balls. All beautifully decorated. I note there is a space in the middle and she says that one is downsatirs at the moment. WE move into the kitchen nad on the wall I notice hanging next to the pans a selection of black leather strips with handles. I wonder what they are used for but don't ask. We carry on through the variosu rooms on the ground and upstairs floor. Mr has now left us but as Miss shows me each piece of art I'm sure I can make out sexual images and references. Is my mind witched to pure filth or are they really there. Either way a can feel a lump in my trousers that I'm trying to hide. We come to the master bedroom and above the bed is a large painting of a lady dressed in black with a riding crop in one hand and wearing a face mask.
She stroked my shoulder and we left the bedroom me now very concious of the lump in my groin area and hopping that the clients would ignore it if they noticed. The husband had now vanished as I had my tour. We came to some stairs downwards and Mrs T stopped and turned to me and looking me up and down briefly pausing as her eyes passed my groin area said “The items down in the basement are a little more 'out there' but looking at you I think you will enjoy”. At which piint we started to descend the stairs.....
Part 2 to follow
A few moments later a curvasious woman in a grey suit enters the room and says hi. My eyes are drawn from the sculpture I had been staring at again, trying to put together all the lines and curves and look at the beautiful woman who is nw standing hand extended full of confidence and power. I linger just too long before taking her hand and shaking it. It's so nice to meet you 'G' purss from her red painted lips. At the same timeher husband reappears cattying a silver tray with coffee and tea on it. Not wanting to meet his Wifes piecing eyes I look down and notice his feet or more his ankles where they are not covered by his trousers. It look like instead of socks he's wearing something similar to fishnet stocking in pattern, each to their own I think. “I see you like my piece” the wife purrs in the most seductive voice while running one of her red manicued nails over its curves. “I must take you for a tour as I have some other”, she pauses “interesting pieces”. With this she holds out her hand, I take it and rise from the sofa and she leasds me into the hall. Futher down the hall we come to an abstract picture mainly in black and red. I look closely and think I can make out a picture of a black and red clad woman standing above a pile of chains with people in them. We carry on and come to a diplay of maks of various types, some very venitian others form masquarade balls. All beautifully decorated. I note there is a space in the middle and she says that one is downsatirs at the moment. WE move into the kitchen nad on the wall I notice hanging next to the pans a selection of black leather strips with handles. I wonder what they are used for but don't ask. We carry on through the variosu rooms on the ground and upstairs floor. Mr has now left us but as Miss shows me each piece of art I'm sure I can make out sexual images and references. Is my mind witched to pure filth or are they really there. Either way a can feel a lump in my trousers that I'm trying to hide. We come to the master bedroom and above the bed is a large painting of a lady dressed in black with a riding crop in one hand and wearing a face mask.
She stroked my shoulder and we left the bedroom me now very concious of the lump in my groin area and hopping that the clients would ignore it if they noticed. The husband had now vanished as I had my tour. We came to some stairs downwards and Mrs T stopped and turned to me and looking me up and down briefly pausing as her eyes passed my groin area said “The items down in the basement are a little more 'out there' but looking at you I think you will enjoy”. At which piint we started to descend the stairs.....
Part 2 to follow
6 years ago
