“The house” (open SRP)

"Got any condoms?" Andi asked. "I didn't think I'd be fucking for rent today."

She decided she wouldn't bother to unpack. If she didn't like this arrangement, she could easily try and find a new place tomorrow. She wasn't in the mood to lug her bags to another place, the sun was already setting, and she didn't have time to unpack before her client came over anyway.

Her room was modern, not a lot of furniture, but bright. One whole wall was glass. She felt a little self-concious, couldn't the whole street see her? Fiddling with the light switch, she found one and the glass went opaque. She flicked the switch again. Clear. She'd have to remember this.

She figured she was dressed all right for her date, her vest exposed her cleavage and stomach, her pants were nice on her hips, and she had matching lingerie underneath. She could make this work.

Instead, she began wondering about who her client would be.
 
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“Condoms!”, …”Um…right…um I think I might have some that you can use.” I ducked out and stepped into my room and, opening drawers, looked for a hidden stash. I don’t usually use them with the girls as we like the ‘natural’ effect. Finally I found a few packets and stepped back into the new girl’s room. “Her you go.”, I said as I handed them to her.


OOC: still looking for creative lady writers for the parts of Stacy and Chloe
 
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OOC: Absolutely.


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Andi reclined on the sofa in the living room, eating a piece of cheese from a silver snack tray on the side table. They were supposed to be for the client meeting, but she didn't see the harm in taking one.

The sofa was incredibly comfortable, and the clean suede covering told Andi that there hadn't been any business taking place on there.

The cheese didn't do much good at settling the butterflies in her stomach. Her client was due to arrive any minute.
 
Matthew turns off his car and takes a deep breath trying to settle his nerves. He gets out of the car, straightens his shirt and shuts the driver side door of his car and then locks it from his key fob. He stood 6'4 inchest tall and had a well muscled 240 pound frame with just the slightest hint of a beer gut that had started to develop recently. He had long blond hair that waved in the wind as he walked toward the house. He was wearing a tee shirt and black jeans and tennis shoes. As he reaches the door he knocks.
 
I was fixing up some snacks and drinks for Andi and her first client. This is usually how we do things for new clients. The regulars don’t usually spend time on small talk and such, they just get ‘down to business’ with the girls.

I could tell Andi was nervous, so I tried to calm her nerves, “Hey…you’ll do fine.” I paused, “This is the first time for this client, and he sounded a bit nerves on the phone, so I think you two are in the same bout.” Then I remembered something that the client said and said to Andi, “One thing though… He said that he is a professor at the university, so discretion is paramount.”

Just then there was a knock on the door. I smiled at Andi and stepped to the door and opened it. I was ‘impressed’ with this guy’s build. I’m six-one, but this guy was bigger then me. “Matthew?”, I said in a inquiry tone. “Come in and meet Andi.” He stepped in , looked at Andi and…
 
Matthew nodded "Yes I'm Matthew...nice to meet you" he said and then reached out a tentative hand and then dropped it at his side, not really sure what the custom was for meeting what he assumed was the owner of a whore house. When welcomed inside he stepped inside and looked at the woman on the couch and his jaw dropped. "I..." he started to speak and then stopped. He cleared his throat and tried agin"I am pleased to meet you, for the first time, Andi." he said putting the emphasis on 'for the first time' . He walked up to her and offered her a hand, all the while thinking 'great...a former student...good bye job I love...and what the heck is she doing working here? Wishing she one of my best students last semester...'
 
Andi took his hand and gently shook it. "It's very nice to meet you, sir." Discretion would probably be best. She honestly wasn't sure if he remembered her, their class was huge and she didn't sit near the front or answer any questions. In fact, she wasn't sure if she had ever been called on. He might not recognize her at all, which would probably be for the best. At least she wasn't in his class now, so her performance tonight wouldn't affect her grade.

"What sort of evening were you planning on, sir?"
 
"I'm not really sure but please call me Matthew. Is there somewhere more private we can go and talk?" He's trying his best to keep his nerves in check but he couldn't keep the urgency out of his voice as he asked to go somewhere more privately.
 
"Of course, Matthew." She took his hand and led him to the stairs. "There are plenty of places in a house like this where we can be alone."

She took the tray of treats in her other hand, in case they should get peckish later on.
 
Matthew followed her to the stairs and as soon as hew as sure he was out of ear shot he looked at her, a look of complete shock mixed with mild disbelief crossing his face.

"What on earth are you doing here" he says in a rather loud whisper.
 
"Well, I tried to play it cool, but fine. What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I work here. Well, I'm beginning to work here. I needed a place. I'm not even sure I'm going to say, I just don't want to sleep in my car. But you know what kind of girls you'd meet here. What were you expecting? Did you want to be caught?"
 
"I had no idea that he employed students...I just googled...never mind that" he takes a deep breath and takes a few steps back trying to calm his nerves.

"I'm sorry you've fallen on hard times and I'm sorry I lost my composure...its just if any of the administration find out I'm here..."
 
"...you'll be in as much trouble as I am. You could lose your job, I could be kicked out of school. So this will just be between us, which it always would have been because that's how this works."

She was impressed with herself for thinking of that. It was true, but she hadn't considered it, nor had she thought of herself as being on "hard times" until he said it out loud. Things had happened so quickly for her that she didn't think of what had happened to her as anything more than a problem to solve.
 
"I know you are in a bind...why don't we head to your room and try to forget the messes we find ourselves in and then keep it between us. As you say that's how this works, isn't it? If it's too weird for you I understand and I'll leave but if you want I'd be willing to move forward. To be honest I've always found you attractive...I'm just too professional to have admitted it until now."

Matthew sided trying to wrap his mind around everything thats going on. "We are both in a mess and the way I'm looking at it...I'm helping a student with an issue, isn't that my duty as a professor?"
 
Andi opened the door to her room, still clean for potential housemates. She hadn't had the time to unpack, so she didn't bother. Her bags were piled up in the closet, safe from prying eyes, lending the whole room an air of professionalism.

She spotted Matthew eyeing the big window, clearly concerned. She smiled and flipped the switch, turning the glass opaque, and the dusk sky and streetlights into an appealing fog.

"Now, what were you expecting when you first thought to come here?"
 
Matthew followed Andi to her room, still feeling nervous but part of him still wanting to go through with this. Seeing the large window in her room he looked over at her uneasily and was amazed when the window turned opaque.

"Well that's a handy trick" he says and then swallows hard as she asks what he was expecting. "well..I recently lost my wife so...I was looking to have some physical needs met. Its been about 6 months or me so...keep that in mind when/if you plan things out. I...was thinking sex but...I'll let you decide how far this goes."
 
[ooc]sorry been super busy at work...[/ooc]

Matt smiled and start to relax. "I'm not really sure...I mean...are there anythings you don't like?"
 
"It seems like you should have put together some kind of plan before you called on a hooker, don't you think?" She smirked. "Weren't you always telling us to be prepared for class?"

She top fell onto the bed as she knelt in her bra. "As for my limits, just treat me like a lady and I don't think we'll have any problems. And let's keep the bathroom stuff confined to the bathroom, shall we?"
 
"That is very true...I guess I came here wanting a little foreplay before the final act of sex..." His words seemed to catch in his throat as she took her top off and he swallowed hard. He reached out a hand to cup her breast "If I may?"
 
Matthew reached out a lightly trembling hand and cupped her breast. His hands felt dry and slightly rough against her skin which provided a stark contrast to her soft smooth breast. He inhaled slightly and shifted on his feet as he felt her soft skin.

Reaching out with the other one, much steadily now as the lust started to take over, he cupped it and gave both breasts a good squeeze and then pushed her back on the bed. "I hope this isn't to forward" he says as he guides her down.
 
Rob Stevens was never your average Joe. Gifted at a very early age with ability to see a money making opportunity from a mile away Rob was blessed with entrepreneurial skills much beyond the average.

At 42 Rob had already built and sold several companies. Now Rob was exclusively a coach and mentor to several business men and women around the world. Enjoying the freedom and stature of a self made man. Travelling and creating his own schedule Rob was able to entertain any activity he chose.

Behind closed doors Rob had an insatiable appetite for women. Rob enjoyed them all and proffered to remain unattached as his desires for variety inevitably upset any of the women that vied for his attention. Rob also enjoyed the darker corners of society enjoying the contrast of white collar etiquette over the more colorful contrasts of the rest of society.

Rob often prowled the streets driving one of his unassuming vehicles in order to observe and take part in activities that would seldom cross the mind of the bulk of his acquaintances. So when Rob found the internet link for the secret cat house his interest was peeked. Easily making the phone call on his untraceable sat phone Rob ordered up a fem with large breasts and an open mind. Having secured a rooftop penthouse for 6 months so that he had a handy place to work with the two clients he had secured locally. Rob was ready to immerse himself in all aspects dark and light of this sleepy city.
 
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