THE WHORE part II by Lionel
Now Open For Business

When I went to work on Brenda’s garden one morning there was a strange car in the driveway. This was a car I had seen somewhere before. I put it out of my mind and went about my chores weeding a flowerbed. As usual I was wearing my special ‘gardener’s uniform’, a pair of cut off jeans, no shirt just the shorts. I wore no underwear either because that was the way my ‘client’ wanted me.

About an hour later I heard the expected call from the kitchen window that I should come in or some lemmonaide. As I approached the back door I noticed that the car was still there. Entering the cool kitchen I found my neighbour Mrs. Brenda Roberts and a new woman that I had never met.

“Tom this is Sylvia.” I was introduced. We sat at the table where I had fucked Brenda just a few days earlier. Brenda indicated a chair placed so that Sylvia had a good view of my nearly naked body. We made small talk. After about fifteen minutes and then suddenly Brenda excused herself.

“I need to run to the store for some milk. Do you two think you could hold down the fort for a couple of minutes?” she explained. With that she was out the door before anyone could respond.

Sylvia and I sat in awkward silence for a bit. She was trying not to examine my body but was losing the battle.

“You seem to be in very good shape.” She began to speak nervously. “I have never met a man that seems to be in such good shape. Do you work out?”

“No I don’t, but I get plenty of exercise.” I said looking her right in the eyes. “People are always asking me to perform demanding tasks. Do you like my body?”

“Ye…Yes I … yes I do.” She stammered her face colouring a bit. “Brenda says that you might be willing to… uh…to uh…” she took an envelope from her purse and gave it to me. “When I came here I didn’t expect that I was going to… I have never uh…done anything like this before… I…uh… I hope this is enough.”
I looked inside and quickly perused the bills. “This will be just fine.” I said standing while I put the envelope in the pocket of the tight shorts. The bulge in my cutoffs was just at her eye level. I cruelly stood before her letting her have the benefit of the view. “Did you have anything special in mind?”

“Bre… Brenda said something… something about… the kitchen table.” she nervously stuttered, staring right at my crotch.

“Really?” I said as I sat back down. We sat in silence for a moment or two looking into each other’s eyes. I decided to move matters foreword. I audaciously slid my hands along the outside her long, smooth legs and reached up under her dress to find her panties.