Julia & Joe: An Arrangement

By Edward S. Armstrong

Julia is in a proper fix and no mistake! After letting her bills mount up and almost dropping out of University due to the crippling debt, she had swallowed her pride and turned to part time escorting work, to be able to continue her studies. Things had gone well, at first, until she had been savagely attacked by a client in a hotel room. Being all alone, in a strange city, she had turned to Joe, one of her rich, older, “Nice Guy” clients, for help. Joe is indeed a nice guy, but has always wanted more from Julia than she was comfortable with. He offers Julia “An Arrangement.” Money, an amazing apartment, a car... Everything she needs to just live and study for her future. The catch? Julia will have to give far more of herself, push herself beyond her previous hard limits, to please her benefactor. In the process, what had previously been work and duty, blossoms into an erotic awakening, as Joe introduces her to pleasures that she could never have imagined, experiences that will shape her future and always leave her wanting more...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Edward S. Armstrong
• Release date: May 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005150907

Edward S. Armstrong

Edward S. Armstrong is a hard-working guy who has lived his entire life in Glasgow, Scotland. Despite being an avid reader, of all genres he was never compelled to write until the lock down of 2020. Now that his vivid imagination has been untethered, he spends most of his available time in front of the keyboard, sipping an occasional malt whisky as his ideas come to life on the screen.

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Julia & Joe: An Arrangement

By

Edward S. Armstrong

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2021 Edward S. Armstrong

This ebook is a work of Erotic Fiction. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between fictional, consenting adults and also elements of BDSM, domination and submission. If you are easily offended by this type of material, please do not read any further.

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Grateful thanks to Anja from the Literotica forums, for the assistance with the translations.

This is for Anna, Daisy and Linda, the lusty ladies who helped me to believe.

CONTENTS

Chapter 1. Julia Meets a New Client

Chapter 2. Joe Proposes an Arrangement

Chapter 3. Julia Learns About Submission

Chapter 4. A Special Gift

Chapter 5. Julia Seals the Deal

Chapter 6. Mid Term Tests

Chapter 7. Julia’s Graduation

Chapter 8. Reunion

Chapter 1. Julia Meets a New Client

The sun was setting over the sea's horizon, the glowing orb having transformed from a blinding yellow, to a shimmering fiery red as it slowly made contact with the water. From the penthouse terrace on the top floor of the high-class hotel, it was a truly amazing sight. The man stood on the terrace watching it, sipping occasionally at the glass of red wine he held in his right hand. He was naked, there being no overlooking views of this place, one of the taller, more exclusive hotels in the famous Spanish resort town.

Enjoying the last of the days heat on his lean muscular body, he reflected on the events of the day, the short flight and following taxi journey. He had been checked in quickly, as penthouse guests usually are, and it had been a relief to peel off his sweaty travelling clothes and step in to a cool shower. He had walked, dripping from there out on to the terrace to allow the sunshine to dry his skin. Running his left hand through his short grey hair, he found it still a little wet and decided to go back inside to towel himself off properly.

The living area was large and very luxurious with the tasteful décor that usually came with a hotel's most expensive suite. Setting his wine on the low table, next to the bottle and a second glass, he picked up his towel from the black leather couch, rubbing it through his damp hair, before patting away any remaining droplets on his body. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he sat on the leather couch and sipped his wine contentedly, awaiting the arrival of his travelling companion, who was using the suite's second bathroom to get cleaned up.

The sound of a door closing in the hallway, was followed by the rhythmic clicking of high heels on the tiled floor, announcing the imminent arrival of his companion. She emerged into the living area and walked towards him, her hips swaying with the motion, to stand in front of him, placing her hands on her hips and looking down at him with a sexy, pouting expression on her red lips.

The girl was less than half of his own age of forty-seven. She was almost naked, wearing only two items, a small, black mesh thong and a small strip of black lace ribbon, fastened tightly around her elegant neck. She was pretty, rather than beautiful, her face adorned with only minimal make up and her glossy black hair drawn tightly back into a severe ponytail. His eyes left her face travelling down her body, drinking in the sight of her shoulders, her firm tits, just a little too large on her slender frame for true perfection but a glorious sight nevertheless. His gaze dropped further, taking in the slight curves of her belly and hips, the pale skin on her thighs and shins before coming to rest on her small feet, the dainty toes, painted the same deep red as her fingernails, peeking out from the front of the shiny black heels.

Returning his gaze to her face, he analysed her best feature, the sparkling blue eyes like gemstones, which betrayed her thoughts so easily to him, now that he had learned to read them. She was impatient to be out, he decided. She wanted a fine meal in a nice restaurant and to explore the town and its nightlife. She would have these things, later, but as her near naked state suggested, she was aware of what was expected of her first.

The girl pointed to his wine glass questioningly and he gestured towards the low table at the far end of the couch. She clicked over to it in her heels and, with her back to him, bent over at the waist to pour her own wine, presenting her magnificent ass cheeks to him in a most pleasing view. She stood up straight and walked over to him, holding out her glass which he tapped his own against gently. She took a small sip, before leaning over the couch to lift a small cushion which she dropped on the floor between his feet. Kneeling down, she took another, longer sip before setting her glass down on the tiled floor. She began to massage his lower legs, her hands moving up in slow circles, reaching his knees and disappearing under his towel, squeezing his powerful thighs.

He leaned forward, placing his own glass on the floor, then stood in front of her, his towel tenting sharply in a bulge in front of her face. She moved her head forward and planted a kiss on the bulge, producing a twitch from underneath the towel, at which she pulled her head back, laughing with a girlish giggle. She returned to the bulge, taking it in her mouth and biting it, gently. Reaching for the fold in his towel, she pulled it open, revealing the jutting erection underneath. The girl put her hand over her mouth and looked up at him in mock awe, as if she hadn't seen his cock before and was amazed by its size. It wasn't huge, a little more than average in length. It was, however, very thick with an angry purple head, half hidden by the loose foreskin enclosing it. She reached up and wrapped her small fist around it, easing the skin the rest of the way back to reveal the rest of the thick helmet, glistening with a sheen of sticky fluid.

The man stared down at her, smiling expectantly as she moved her head closer to envelope the cock head in her small mouth. A low moan of satisfaction escaped his lips as the girl started to slowly move her head back and forward, gradually taking him deeper into her mouth and starting to work the base of his shaft with her fluttering tongue. She worked forwards, her lips only slightly grazing his cock flesh, then clamping tightly, her inverted cheeks creating a powerful vacuum as she sucked hard on the way back up. Backwards and forwards like this for several minutes, alternating the sucking with occasional breaks to lap her tongue up and down the length of his cock, down to swirl around his large, shaved balls, then back up to lick at his slimy helmet, pre cum oozing from the tip.

Her sucking began to intensify as she listened to his low moans and mumbled encouragement for her efforts. She was pushing the bulbous cock head against the small, wet opening to her throat now, making several brave attempts to push it further down. She was beaten, unable to take him further with her own efforts. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a burning desire to please him.

Help me? She asked.

The man nodded and put his strong hands at the back of her head, as she placed her own hands back on his thighs, her nails poised to dig into his flesh. Lining up his dripping cock head with her open lips he pushed slowly inside, pausing briefly as he met the resistance of her tight throat opening. Then, pulling his hands forward he felt her tonsils being eased aside as he filled her throat.

He stood there, holding her head tightly, enjoying the convulsions of her gagging throat, massaging his cock. Several, long seconds passed before the girl tapped out, sticking her fingernails into the flesh of his thighs. He released her head, easing his thick meat out of her mouth, webs of sticky drool connecting his cock head to her lips.

The girl coughed for a few seconds, breathing deeply before dutifully opening her mouth again, looking up at him in expectation. The man slipped his cock back in without pausing, all the way until her nose was buried in his small patch of pubes, his balls pressing against her chin. Holding her head in a vice like grip, his hips started to move with short thrusts, only an inch or so, back and forth fucking her throat.

Her nails again, stabbing harder this time, shook him from his ecstasy. He pulled out again. More coughing from the girl, more choking breaths. She looked up at him, wiping the sticky drool from her chin. She defiantly opened her mouth wide again. She hated having that thick cock in her throat, but she endured it to please him. That was her job. She also trusted him implicitly. He would let her pause or halt completely upon hearing her safe word or feeling her nails on his thighs. It was part of their deal, one of the many rules of their arrangement.

The man continued to use her throat for several, long minutes, letting the girl catch her breath when she needed to. The wet, twitching pressure on his cock head was beginning to get him there. His breaths were becoming shorter, more frequent. His heavy balls had started to tighten and draw in, closer to his body. How to finish? He thought. Would he hold her head, forcing her to take his cum, directly down her throat? Or withdraw and paint her pretty face? No, he decided, there was a finale that he loved even better.

He pulled out of her throat as the sensations brought him to the cliff edge. Standing over her, slowly easing his fist up and down his shaft as she composed herself, getting her breath back. She looked up at him, awaiting instruction. Open, he said simply.

The girl opened her mouth wide, tilting her head slightly back and extending her tongue out to its maximum. She steeled herself for what was coming. No matter how many times she did this, it never got any easier. She truly hated the taste of semen. Only her determination to pleasure him gave her the power to do this.

The man had his mouth open also, but made no noise as the first thick stream of sperm burst from the tip of his cock, splashing across the girl’s tongue and bouncing off her top lip to streak over her left cheek. He quickly adjusted his aim lower ensuring the next few shots were all on her tongue, quickly painting it with his sticky white emissions. The last drops he shook out over her, landing on her tongue, nose and top lip.

He fell back onto the couch breathing heavily, keeping eye contact with the girl. She had altered the shape of her tongue slightly, transforming it into a spoon shape, to ensure that the thick pool of sperm did not leak over the edges. She knew better than to rush this next part, knowing how important the visuals of this thing were to him. She slowly wiggled her tongue from side to side for a short time, showing the man what he had given to her, before pulling it back, closing her lips and chugging the thick, foul liquid down her neck in an exaggerated swallow. Her face grimaced in disgust, screwing her eyes shut as she did this. Composing herself, she looked him in the eye again as she extended her tongue once more, mouth wide in proof that the disgusting act had been completed.

The man was very pleased with her efforts. Blowing out his cheeks, he said Wow Julia! That felt incredible!

The girl merely smiled, feeling the glow of satisfaction in her chest at his praise. She could feel the remnants of his powerful ejaculation on her face and she reached her fingers to it.

So, the man said, What would you like to do about dinner?

Julia, keeping her eyes locked on his, slipped back into character for a moment, saying, Don't worry about me. She scooped the man's remaining sperm from her cheek, nose and lips into her mouth, swallowing it quickly then licking her lips. I've had my fucking dinner! She finished in her best slutty voice.

The man threw his head back and roared with laughter. He reached forward and grabbed her, dragging her onto the couch as she also fell in to a fit of giggling. He kissed her full on the lips, not caring that they were still a little sticky with his sperm.

Joe I was only kidding, Julia said. She was the girl again, the wanton sexpot locked away, safely, until the next time she was needed. I'm starving! She continued, Where will you take me? What about Tapas? The Tapas must be good here, right?

Joe nodded, smiling, I've been to a place here a few times before. Best Tapas in Marbella, I promise. He slapped her ass cheek and she shrieked in mock indignation. Now, hurry up and get dressed or you'll get nothing! He scolded, grabbing at her again. She wriggled free, laughing and click clacked away, quickly in her heels, heading for the bedroom.

Joe admired her bouncing ass cheeks as she left, then picked up his wine glass from the floor. He took a long sip and then sighed contentedly. How had he managed it? He asked himself. How had he managed to take a cute, innocent college girl and transform her into his own personal fuck toy? Well, maybe she hadn't been that innocent, considering the job she was doing at the time, but she had certainly been naive.

The money helped, obviously. He had skip loads of that. Julia had a fierce spirit inside her, which he loved, and while he hadn't broken it, he had tamed her. He had coached her for many long months in the different ways she could please him. She would do almost anything he said, would kneel at his feet in submission at a click of his fingers. He had brought her own, slightly repressed, sexuality to the surface and had lit a fire under it, awakening her body and mind with new experiences.

Was it really a year now, since they had first met? Yes, he thought. It had been the last day of September and he had just finished renovating his latest apartment…

***

The, newly installed smoke alarms, screeched into life, activating one after the other as Joe pressed the test button. He nodded, satisfied that the interlink circuit was working and ticked the last box on his checklist. Descending from the stepladder, he looked around the newly renovated city apartment with satisfaction. He had been working here for weeks, re wiring the outdated electrics, installing new doors, facings and a luxury kitchen and bathroom. It was now freshly painted and looked fabulous, he thought. It would be a good rental for someone, a young professional couple, perhaps. He checked the paperwork one last time. Yes, everything complied with the latest regulations. His work was finished.

Placing the stepladders in the hall cupboard, he grabbed his zip folder and open tool bag and exited the flat, pausing to check that the newly fitted locks were operating smoothly. A man passed him on the landing and Joe nodded pleasantly to him, receiving only a look of disdain back, as the stranger took in his torn work jeans and old, scuffed safety boots. The man's expression changed as he recognised the insulated tools in Joe's open bag. Are you a spark? He asked hopefully.

Joe nodded, Amongst other things, yes. He replied evenly.

The stranger smiled, saying, I've got about a dozen things needing looked at upstairs. Lights and socket outlets not working, stuff like that. Could you take a look? My wife's been giving me a hard time about it for months.

Joe shook his head, heading towards the stairs, Sorry pal, I'm too busy.

The guy wouldn't let it go and pursued Joe as he descended, Oh, come on, He pleaded, It's hard to get trades to come out for small jobs, and you're already here!

He shook his head again and kept walking, the guy following him. They were outside now. Joe's mood was not improved as he observed the two closely parked vehicles on the street, directly in front of the communal entrance. The black Bentley Continental, and an old, beat up work van, spotted with rust. Someone's parked right up my ass, he thought. Joe dropped his tool bag close to the rear of the van and started to fish in his pockets for his keys, just as the guy made his last pitch.

I'll pay you cash, He said, then, smirking he pointed at Joe's soiled work clothes, Maybe you could spend it on some new jeans and boots!

Joe had had enough of this Jerk. Locating his keys, he pulled them out and said, For the last time, I'm too busy. He pressed the button on the key, activating the hazard lights on the Bentley as the doors unlocked. He tossed his tools into the boot and, as he moved around to the driver’s door he said to the guy, And I don't really need the money. The guy was so dumbfounded at the thought of a common tradesman owning such an exclusive car, that he could only stare in shock as Joe slipped into the driver’s seat and eased the car out of the tight space before rumbling off up the street.

What an asshole! Joe thought. He had always hated those types, the ones who thought they were so far above people who got their hands dirty to make a living. When he had won Europe's largest ever lottery win, nine years earlier he had vowed that the money wouldn't change him. A foolish idea, that. The money had changed almost every aspect of his life, but he still tried to remain as down to earth as possible. The people who said that money couldn't buy happiness were absolutely right, Joe thought gloomily.

His wife, who he had loved deeply, had gone crazy with their winnings, spending a large portion of them wildly, causing them to fight increasingly and driving them apart. She had moved out of the luxury mansion that Joe had built for them and moved to France with a much younger guy. They had been found dead, in a Paris apartment, less than a year later, poisoned by a bad batch of cocaine that had been mixed with something toxic.

Joe had mourned her and flung himself into work, investing what remained of the winnings and building up a portfolio of properties around the city. He renovated each house or apartment himself, enjoying the opportunity to have the tools in his hands once more. Two initial projects had soon become six, then fourteen. He had no choice but to start a company to manage and rent the properties. Employing the right people, it had expanded rapidly over the next few years and, this week, homes number thirty-nine and forty were now available to rent. A milestone, he decided. He had been working very hard, recently. Perhaps a celebration was in order?

The Bentley rumbled slowly up the winding drive to Joe's house, the proximity app on his phone alerting his security system to open first the main gate, then one of the garage doors, built into the basement. Ascending from the garage to his expansive living quarters, he made his way to the office and opened his laptop. If he was going to party tonight, it would be in his favourite fashion! It was long overdue.

Tapping a password in, he checked his online security and, satisfied, he logged on to a particular website, his eyes scanning the pictures quickly, trying to spot if there was anyone new. Joe hadn't gotten back into the dating game for over a year after his wife's death, and had quickly become disillusioned with the torturous processes, the hoops that modern women would expect men to jump through. The fact, well known now in the city's social scene, that Joe was an extremely wealthy man, had hindered his search for a genuine companion. A succession of gold diggers had flocked around him, and he came to despise them, retreating from these bars and clubs full of deceitful tramps in disgust.

Joe continued to browse the pictures, frowning at the lack of new talent. He had started using escorts four years previously, occasionally at first, then with increasing frequency as he got older. He would stop using them, when he had the occasional girlfriend, but none of these relationships would last more than a couple of months. Then he would be back to trawling the net for brief, purchased companionship. Joe valued honesty above all things, and what could be more honest than a whore? You pay me this, I'll put that in my pussy or mouth or ass, and no, you don't have to come to lunch at my parents on Sunday.

A photo, stopped him suddenly and he clicked on the image, taking him to the girl’s page. There were a couple more pictures and he scanned them intently before reading the rest of the details. No face visible, just a blurred circle between neck and hair, which was long, black and shining, reflecting the camera flash. Below the neck was a nice figure, which he analysed in all three pictures, wearing a black dress, yellow bikini, then shorts and a tight white t shirt. It was the bikini picture he stared at the most. Physically, she was just his type. Height, weight, tits, ass and thighs all in his favourite proportions on a woman.

He moved his eyes down and started to read the short paragraph of her details and the more technical Likes, list at the side of the page. Julia, he read. Twenty years old. University student with girl next door looks. Fun, friendly, good sense of humour. All of the usual stuff, Joe thought. Moving to the likes list, he was disappointed by its brevity. She doesn't seem to like very much, he thought. No kissing. Massage, yes. Hand relief, yes. Protected penetration, yes. Protected oral, yes. Joe sat back, rubbing his chin, thoughtfully. Some of these girls had lists that included almost every, (Legal), sexual practise known to man, and he now knew how to weed out the unrealistic pages from the ones more likely to be genuine.

He continued to read, dropping his eyes to the prices at the bottom. One hour, a hundred and fifty, each additional hour, one hundred. No overnights. No out calls. A mobile phone number and e mail address.

Joe, put off by the short list of services, moved the cursor to the side of the screen, ready to click on to the next page. His finger hovered over his keyboard for a long time as he took another look at the bikini picture. His eyes darted to the top of the screen, searching. The small green writing under her name. Available today.

Let’s give her a try, Joe thought. If he got to meet her in person, he might get her to extend her list of services, once she realised the depth of his wallet.

Lifting his phone, he tapped in the number on screen and waited for the call to be answered. After seven or eight extended electronic beeps, he decided she wasn't picking up and was about to press the red icon, when a soft voice suddenly said, Hello?

Fuck, Joe thought, she sounds very young. His eyes darted back to the bikini picture, reassuring himself, that she had to be over eighteen. He composed himself, quickly. "Hello, my name is Joe. Is that Julia?

Yes. came the reply.

Joe paused briefly before continuing. I saw your web page, and was wondering if you would be available, now, for a two-hour appointment?

There was silence for several seconds before the girl said, I was actually about to go home, I'm finished for today.

Joe checked his watch. Seven p.m. Must be a daytime worker, he thought. In his most charming voice he said, "Oh, that's a pity. Are you sure I couldn't persuade you?

The girl laughed, No, I'm sorry but I've not had any dinner. I just need to eat and have a hot bath.

Joe's eyes darted back to the bikini picture again and briefly imagined himself, rubbing soapy bubbles all over those hot, firm tits. In a low, confidant voice he asked her, Are you in a hotel?

Yes, She replied.

Does it have a restaurant? He asked.

Yes, but. she didn't get the chance to continue as Joe's rich, confidant voice cut her off.

Can I make one last proposal before you hang up, Julia? Joe asked her.

All right. she replied with a little hesitation.

If you would meet with me now, for three hours, I will buy you dinner in your hotel restaurant first. He offered, "Then we could go up to your room for some play. That would be three hundred and fifty for the three hours, right?

Yes, she replied. She was thinking about it, Joe could tell.

Of course, since you would be finishing later, I really should offer to pay for your taxi home as well, Joe continued, Let's call it an even four hundred. Time starts when we take our seats at dinner. What do you say?

There was silence for a couple of seconds. What Joe couldn't know was that the girl had only seen three clients that day, another two not showing up. Here was this charming sounding John offering to double her earnings for the day, with dinner thrown in as well. All right, the girl said with a laugh, You've got a deal.

They had made the final arrangements. Joe was to travel to the city's main train station and then send her a text. She would then send him the name of the hotel she was in, a short walk away, where she would be waiting in the bar, wearing a dark blue ladies business suit. Joe had hung up and made his way through to his bathroom for a quick shower, his balls aching with anticipation.

Joe entered the bar and glanced around briefly, before walking up to the marble counter. There were only three other people, in the place, all male, business suit types, reading newspapers. No Julia. No staff either, apparently, looking left and right up the length of the bar counter. He walked around to the furthest bar stool, selecting this seat to give himself the best possible view of the room. He had barely sat down when the door opened admitting a young, dark haired woman in a designer business suit, dark blue with white piping around the edges. She walked straight to the bar, ignoring the other patrons and sat in the centre stool, fishing for something in the dark blue, leather handbag, which was also of a famous label. She eventually produced a mobile phone which she started to tap away at with the dexterity that all younger people displayed when using these devices.

He was about to get up, but paused when one of the business types approached her and stood next to her stool at the bar. The guy was about thirty, handsome and fit looking. His suit looked fairly expensive but was obviously off the rail, not properly tailored. The guy said something to the girl who looked up, smiling, but shaking her head. The fellow wasn't for giving up and leaned in to whisper something close to her ear. She laughed softly and shook her head again. The guy shrugged and returned to his table with a swagger n his step.

Joe stood and walked around to stand in the space recently occupied by the young lounge lizard, just as the bartender appeared from the rear. Joe leaned towards the girl and whispered, Perhaps I could buy you a drink before dinner, Julia?

She looked at him for a second before smiling and asking, Joe?

He nodded, extending his hand, which she accepted for a brief, gentle shake.

Do you mind if we skip drinks and eat right away? She asked, I really am hungry.

No problem, Joe said, smoothly. He helped her off the stool and extended the crook of his left arm towards her, which she accepted with a smile, allowing him to guide her out of the bar, heading to the hotel's restaurant.

Joe had really enjoyed the dinner. Julia was everything she had claimed to be on her web page. She wasn't a supermodel, but she had a very pretty face with sparkling blue eyes, a cute almost perfect nose and a small, sensual mouth. She had a small mole, the slightest of blemishes, on her top lip, a sight that Joe had always found very sexy on a woman. They had settled into conversation easily and he found her very receptive to his charms, laughing softly at his jokes and blushing a little at his complements on her appearance and attire. She was also very naive, telling him a little too much about herself. Joe quickly worked out that she hadn't been doing this for very long. She had eaten heartily, without making the usual woman's protests about her waistline.

Joe liked her a lot, but as much as he was enjoying the conversation, he found himself checking his watch and mentally cursing the restaurant staff who were taking so long with the food. Their main courses arrived a little over an hour after they had sat down. Joe tried to take his time and enjoy the food, not wanting to spoil this meeting with his impatience. Julia seemed to sense this and had politely refused his offers of dessert and coffee. Julia had reached across the table and stroked the back of his hand, asking him if he was ready to go upstairs. Joe nodded, trying not to show his eagerness too much. He lifted his hand to signal the waiter.

Julia had waved him into the room with a coy smile on her face, her expression delivering the lie that she had been waiting for this all night and wanted to get down to it as soon as possible. Joe, veteran of these situations that he was, had seen through this but appreciated her efforts to welcome him nonetheless. He sat on the bed of the single room, taking in the basic but fashionable décor, as she turned on the television and selected a music channel, adjusting the volume to somewhere between low and medium. She turned to face him as he produced a plain white envelope from his suit pocket, to hand to her, saying, This is for you, Julia, I would have given it to you earlier but I was enjoying your company at dinner so much that I simply forgot. My apologies.

She blushed a little as she took it from him, then asked him if he would like a drink from the mini bar. Joe said that he would take some red wine, but only if she would join him and let him pay. He had pulled a couple of notes from his wallet and sat them on top of the small refrigerator. Julia was pleasantly surprised by this and quickly pulled a couple of small bottles from the bar and decanted them into glasses, which they clinked together before they each took a sip.

Julia had then excused herself, lifting her bag and the envelope, she had gone into the bathroom to count the money and check her make up. Emerging after a few minutes, she asked Joe if he didn't mind taking a quick shower. Joe hesitated for a couple of seconds. This was eating into his time, he thought. She had leaned forward and kissed him, softly on the cheek, whispering in his ear, The cleaner you are, the dirtier I will be.

Joe's cock had twitched inside his shorts, upon hearing this. He had jumped into the bathroom and showered, briefly, paying the most attention to his cock, balls and ass crack. Thankfully there were a couple of fresh towels sitting on the sink counter. Drying himself off quickly, he used her bottle of mouthwash to clean his mouth, before going back into the bedroom.

Julia had discarded the designer suit and was lying on the bed in a sexy pose, her head propped up with one arm and her legs crossed in a position to show off her fine legs to the maximum.