A new job (closed)

[HotKittygirl]

Name: Nicole “Nikki” Fiest
Age: 23
Appearance:

Nikki had been in a downward spiral for the last several months. Since she had left plush secretary job in a high profile company she had a hard time finding another job. The old, lecherous CEO simply got too grabby for her own tastes, though once she set up the inter-office camera on his desk while he diddled another more willing secretary it didn’t take long for them all to be out on their asses. At least Nikki had quit with some dignity, though at the moment dignity wasn’t worth a shit. Dignity didn’t pay rent or cigarettes. Regretfully she went to work for a friend of hers in his “Outcall service”. It was basically just a major scam, a lot of fine print covered by big breasts; but hey it paid the bills somewhat.

She was basically on call for the better part of the day, her cell phone constantly ringing with new “clients”. She didn’t have to do much really but lug around a heavy case with her special equipment. It was a glorified football helmet connected to some electronics, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was but they called it “The latest in biofeedback technology!” or something like that.

Her phone went off just as Nikki was grabbing lunch. An annoyed look drifted across that beautiful face as she snatched up her phone, deep blue eyes drifting across the screen and seeing that it was work. She flipped open the phone and brought it to her ear. Thick lavender strands fell about her face as she walked, the wind playing in that short mane and sending it tickling at her face and neck. Another client, another three hundred bucks, with a sigh she slapped the phone closed and grabbed her case; at least the place was close.

It only took her thirty minutes to find the place, though she wasn’t sure exactly that she had the right spot. Regardless she knocked heavily upon the door and waited, holding the case in both hands as its weight began to grow too much.

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Name: Matthew "Matt" Jacobson
Age: 21
Appearance:

Matt's life was going pretty good. He was a successful stock trader and was making good money. He lived in a nice loft in the city that he was able to afford from his successful job. The only thing he was without in his life was a girlfriend, he never had a girlfriend due to his lack of a social life. He was always seeing ads in the newspaper for outcall services. Matt always considered it but never had the courage to make that call.

So one day he was really horny and decided to make the call. Once he hung up he felt a wave of accomplishment surge over him and he began to wonder what kind of girl would be sent. He heard stories of his friends getting fat and ugly girls so he began to worry. He ended up falling asleep wondering what was taking them so long to get here and woke up to a banging at the door.

"Well this is it" He said to himself as he walked through his living room to the front door and grabbed the doorknob opening the door to see what kind of girl was sent to him. His eyes widened at the amazing sight before him. He couldn't believe his luck at the amazingly beautiful girl that was sent to him.

 

[HotKittygirl]

The sight before him was indeed stunning to behold. Nikki had a ravishing figure, sinfully shaped and curved, her attire did little to hide that from wandering eyes either. Underneath the thick leather jacket was a diminutive skirt that barely covered those shapely hips, along with a top that clung greedily to her ample swells, the undeniable lace of her bra showing along the low cut neckline. Her skin had a sun-kissed quality and was silken to the touch, she showed off a good bit of it even as she stood partially hunched over holding the large case.

“This apartment two B?” She said in a husky tone lined with annoyance. Slender brows furrowed above dark blue eyes, her lavender hair swept to one side and tickling at her jawline. When he did answer right away she huffed and dropped the case, snatching up her phone as she began to rapidly press the keys. Before it even started ringing she had brought it to her ear.

“Hey you fuckheads. You sent me to the wrong address, again! How fucking stupid can you be--” She proceeded to tear into them with enough vulgar language to make a sailor blush.

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Matt was so caught off guard by the goddess of a girl standing before him that he couldn't come up with any words to answer her. His eyes just traveled over her body. Up her long slender legs, past her hips and was able to see a good amount of her cleavage when she was bent over. Her breasts seemed to be perfect, better than anything he had seen online. He could also make out her lace bra from the way her shirt was.

Then he snapped out the trance he was in and shook his head. "No wait this is the right address!! Apartment two B!!" He almost shouted out not wanting to have this girl leave as soon as she got here. He did wonder what the briefcase was full of, maybe sex toys or something, what would she think of him if she found out he was a virgin. "I'm Matt and I'm the one that called"

 

[HotKittygirl]

She heard him finally snap from whatever daze he was in, the look upon his face was rather ridiculous. Slowly she glanced over her shoulder before Nikki let out a weak sigh.

“Nevermind,” She huffed, snapping closed the phone and stuffing it into her jacket pocket. “Then why didn’t you say somethin’?” She grumbled at the man as she turned back to him fully and snatched up her heavy case. “Well you gonna let me in or are we just gonna stand out here? You might wanna get a cup or something I think you drooled on yourself.”

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

"I don't know I'm sorry" Matt said, he wanted to say he was amazed by how beautiful she was but the words couldn't form in his mouth. "Please come in" He said as he stepped to the side to allow her to walk by closing the door behind him. Then he went over to the couch to sit down unsure what to say since this was his first time doing this.

"Sorry it's a bit messy" He said as he eyed the briefcase she was caring his curiosity getting the better of him as he couldn't stop wondering what was in the bag. He scratched the back of his head as he looked at the beauty that was in his apartment. "So what's in the bag?" He finally asked.

 

[HotKittygirl]

“You sure you didn’t murder someone in here?” She muttered as she walked into the apartment, hoisting the suitcase sized bag with her. She sat it down near the couch with a loud huff, only to roll her shoulders and shrug off her jacket, revealing the tempting upper frame. Her bared arms flexed lightly as she tossed the jacket aside.

“I think I stepped in something,” She grumbled, before turning a critical eye towards him. “What do you think’s in it? My strap-on?” Those dark blue eyes shimmered as she bent at the waist, her hands unbuckling the bag and throwing it open revealing the complex machinery within. Numerous cables connected it to a helmet with gizmos and other wires protruding from it. “Put this on and lean back.”

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Matt could tell the girl was joking but at the same time she seemed to be angry. Those thoughts soon left his mind when she took her jacket off. Her tiny shirt clung to her big breasts and showed them off perfectly he could even see her nipples through the thin material. He was trying not to stare but it was hard for him not to.

"I sure hope not" He thought to himself at the mention of a strap-on. His eyes shifted to her round ass as she bent down to open the briefcase. Pulling out some sort of weird looking helmet. "Put it on? I don't even know what it is. I never used any sex toys before" He said as he moved to put the helmet on. He didn't know what it was but as much as he didn't want to he put the helmet on.

 

[HotKittygirl]

“Are you simple?” She snorted as she sat down in front of the opened case. She began to flick a few buttons and turn some dials before she looked up and realized he was still sitting there. “Well what are you waiting for? Lay back.”

As she started the connecting machine the helmet itself began to radiate a feeling of well-being, a humming tranquility that brought with it a undeniable peace and relaxation. The sensation would sweep over his entire frame and cause him to relax and release any tension in his muscles. The entire session lasted a matter of minutes, ten at the most before she cranked off the machine and snatched the ridiculous helmet off his head.

“Alright that’s that. Sessions over, that’ll be three hundred plus tip,” She stuffed the helmet back in the case and hurriedly closed it and her hand was out palm up before he could whistle dixie.

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Matt laid back not knowing why he was trusting this girl but he did. She pressed a few buttons and then the helmet started to hum and he felt so relaxed. More relaxed than he ever has before. He closed his eyes while the helmet made him feel better than he ever has before. The humming stopped and then the helmet was removed from his head and stuck back into the case.

"Three hundred dollars? That's not that bad considering how great I feel" Matt said softly as he pulled out his wallet but then froze. That couldn't have been it they didn't even have sex. "Wait... what is this some kind of joke?!" He said as he pulled his wallet away.

 

[HotKittygirl]

“Yeah and the punchline is three hundred bucks,” She said dryly, buckling the bag back up before she stood fully, her hands coming to rest upon her hips. She cocked a slender lavender eyebrow at the guy, or kid, he looked kind of young. “Whadda ya mean is it a joke? What did you expect a hooker...?”

She laughed bawdily, throwing her head back and her shoulders shook. Yet as the laughter died she looked back at him and blinked...he wasn’t laughing.

“Oh fuck. You’re serious,” She muttered, releasing a sigh. She reached into her jacket pocket and fished out the flyer he had seen, hell, they were everywhere. “Don’t you read the fine-print, Marty?” she offered him the flyer, the one with the gorgeous women in string bikini’s and massive knockers. “Ah well dems the breaks kid. Live and yah learn huh?”

 

[Orgasmicallyfun]

Matt just sat there as the girl laughed at him making him feel like a fool. As she fished out the flyer he grabbed it from her hand and read it. Under the picture of the big breasted women in bikinis was some fine print that read, "The ultimate cure for stress and fatigue. The research center for virtual therapy." He slumped over and let out a disappointed sigh.

He just fell for a scam, he thought he would be getting sex but just ended up having some weird helmet put on his head and bring him total relaxation. He knew it was too good to be true when this beauty showed up at his door. He sat there so disappointed at falling for this scam.