sw4fun
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Stefan hung up the phone and leaned back in his office chair for a second. Turning slowly he looked out the window at downtown Albuquerque and farther in the distance at the Sandia Mountains. The company had sent him here to set up a new office that would eventually have 10 people in it. Right now it was just him and several furnished but other wise vacant rooms along with the reception area, a conference room, and breakroom. Being the first guy in the office had the perk that he got to take the prime corner office for his own and the view was spectacular.
Standing up he glanced at the clock and realized that he had been staring out that window for 20 minutes. In 10 more minutes she would arrive. He had never hired an escort before but being in a new city and the odd feeling of power having this entire office suite to himself was an overwhelming temptation. She was supposed to come dressed conservative like she was here for a job interview so as not to arouse the suspicions of the other business on the floor. Once she was here they were going to play the fantasy but all the while knowing that the sex was coming.
The other advantage to his corner office was a private bathroom which he walked into and stared into the mirror. At 32 he was still looking youthful though his flat brown hair had started to recede a bit. Keeping it cut short helped hide it but he could still tell. His blue eyes were still bright and filled with intelligence, and more than a little mischief. Granted he wasn't as fit as he used to be but the soft spot at his middle was still small and his push-ups kept him strong if not toned.
Slipping off his shirt he quickly splashed some water on himself and toweled off to make sure he was as fresh as he could be. Unbuckling his pants he stepped out of them and his underwear and repeated the process. This time only putting on his slacks. He stood there for a moment and enjoyed the fabric rubbing his ass and the feel of his semi-hard member swinging free.
Walking back into the main office he deposited the underwear in the center right hand draw. Opening the left he grabbed a plain envelop containing a few hundred dollars and glanced at the bottle of rum and two tumblers that he kept there. At that moment he heard the office suite door open and a strong feminine voice call out, "Mr. Reinard, are you here? I am here from the agency about the reception position"
"Coming!" He called back and walked down the hallway towards reception. The woman on the phone at the agency had only given him a vague description that honestly could be anyone and he was excited to see what she really looked like. Stepping around the corner, envelop in his pocket, he saw...
Standing up he glanced at the clock and realized that he had been staring out that window for 20 minutes. In 10 more minutes she would arrive. He had never hired an escort before but being in a new city and the odd feeling of power having this entire office suite to himself was an overwhelming temptation. She was supposed to come dressed conservative like she was here for a job interview so as not to arouse the suspicions of the other business on the floor. Once she was here they were going to play the fantasy but all the while knowing that the sex was coming.
The other advantage to his corner office was a private bathroom which he walked into and stared into the mirror. At 32 he was still looking youthful though his flat brown hair had started to recede a bit. Keeping it cut short helped hide it but he could still tell. His blue eyes were still bright and filled with intelligence, and more than a little mischief. Granted he wasn't as fit as he used to be but the soft spot at his middle was still small and his push-ups kept him strong if not toned.
Slipping off his shirt he quickly splashed some water on himself and toweled off to make sure he was as fresh as he could be. Unbuckling his pants he stepped out of them and his underwear and repeated the process. This time only putting on his slacks. He stood there for a moment and enjoyed the fabric rubbing his ass and the feel of his semi-hard member swinging free.
Walking back into the main office he deposited the underwear in the center right hand draw. Opening the left he grabbed a plain envelop containing a few hundred dollars and glanced at the bottle of rum and two tumblers that he kept there. At that moment he heard the office suite door open and a strong feminine voice call out, "Mr. Reinard, are you here? I am here from the agency about the reception position"
"Coming!" He called back and walked down the hallway towards reception. The woman on the phone at the agency had only given him a vague description that honestly could be anyone and he was excited to see what she really looked like. Stepping around the corner, envelop in his pocket, he saw...