She parked her economical Toyota infront of the large house and stepped out. She arrived two minutes early, just the way she planned. The driveway’s lights lit up her sexy, petite figure.

She was dressed in the skimpy black dress she chose for the night and red kitten heels. From her experience, gentlemen who requested longer appointments were generally more amicable. They tipped better. They took their time and did not rush her through 8 different positions in 15 minutes time. The large house did nothing to change her opinion. Most likely an old man who wanted to talk to someone more than anything.

She felt this would be a good night and stepped up to the door. She took one quick breath to prepare herself mentally and reminded herself to be nice regardless of his appearance. She rang the bell once and waited.

Although she had mentally prepared herself, the man who opened the door was not what she expected. A handsome man, wearing blue, faded jeans and a black dress shirt, stood before her with an easy going smile.

For a second, she thought she had the wrong address and was about to apologize when he said “Hey Vikki, Come in.”

As she walked through the entrance hallway, she knew he was admiring her figure from behind and felt her pussy twitch. This would definitely be a good night.

“You are more lovely in person. I almost can’t wait to get you out of that dress. What would you like to drink?”

“Wine would be good.”

She sat on his couch while he went to the kitchen to prepare their drinks. She noticed that he had left her payment on the coffee table and reach out to place the money in her tiny bag. She did not need to count since she had gotten good at eyeballing and estimating how much there would be.