I have an in-office escort service where I meet my clients dressed as a professional, usually computer consultant. My working name is Victoria Lovejoy. My uniform is a tight pencil skirt, chiffon blouse and high heeled patent leather shoes. The sexy secretary look works for me. I charge five hundred dollars an hour and typically pull in three thousand dollars a week. Between the money and flexible schedule, life in Manhattan is pretty good. These are my stories.
A corner glass office high in the sky is a coveted piece of real estate in Manhattan reserved for senior executives. It means a man has made it to the top. Cosmo Papadopoulos is one of those men. He wears a gold coin pinky ring like a mafia-type wise-guys but he’s an old world man with a thick Greek accent, though he is a man of few words. He’s also a senior vice president of an investment banking department for one of America’s largest banks. Cosmo is an easy client. He also has a kink.
Cosmo and I meet late on Friday afternoons, when his colleagues leave early to start long week-ends in the Hamptons or Poconos. The receptionist announced my arrival and because I’ve been here many times before and knew my way to his office, she let me proceed. I made my way through the vast maze of half empty cubicles to the corporate offices. I walked past his secretary’s empty desk, to see him sitting at his desk in his prized piece of real estate with spectacular panoramic views of Lower Manhattan unfolding behind him. I gently rapped on his open door. He looked up from his computer.
“Come in,” he said.
I entered his office, closing the door behind me and slowly strolled towards his desk to pick up the envelope he leaves on the corner. After peeking inside to confirm three one hundred dollar bills, I shoved the envelope into my computer bag. He swiveled his chair to face me as I rounded the desk to stand before him and set my case on the carpet.
He murmured, “You have such lovely legs.”
“Thank you.”
Standing before him, I hiked up my skirt in order to raise my leg, and placed my heeled foot on his shirt and tie covered chest. He reverently took my foot into his meaty hands and brought it to his lips, kissing the exposed red lacquered toes peeping from my open toe shoes as I balanced on the other foot. He began to grunt, licking my toenails before snaking his tongue under my toes. He worshipped my foot, sucking my big toe as he held the shoe tightly in hand.
After a while, his free hand fumbled to unzip his pants. He caressed my leg, staring at it as though it were magical. I slowly dragged my shoe encased foot down his chest and belly to settle it upon his crotch. I gently ground his crotch like I was grinding out a cigarette on the sidewalk as his soft penis began to harden underneath.
“Harder,” he said.
I ground harder, twisting my foot onto his hard-on. I don’t want to hurt the guy but this is what he pays me for. When he kicked off his shoes, I took my cue and dragged my foot off his crotch. I knelt before him. His feet were clean as always. I’d never agree to this if they weren’t.
I lightly ran my fingers under the soles of his feet. The tickling caused him to squirm in his cushy executive chair. Cosmo reached in his open desk drawer and handed me a peacock feather. I began to stroke his feet with it, over and under, tickling him under his toes which made him jerk in his chair. He pulled out his dick and started to stroke it, his breathing heavy as he stared at me. That was my cue.
I put down the feather and with both hands, brought his foot up to my mouth, placed his big toe between my bright red lips and began to suck, staring up at him with innocent eyes. He stroked his fully erect cock, jerking off while staring me with his toe in my mouth. I made a show of it, sticking out my tongue to caress his toe before slipping it back into my mouth, moaning and acting like it most delicious thing I’ve ever had.
“You’re a good girl,” he said.
“Uh-hum,” I answered as I slurped at his toes.
It never takes him long to cum and I sat up, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as it spurted towards my face, spilling white globs onto my skirt. He tugged on it until he was completely spent, falling back against his chair. I pulled a warm cloth from plastic bag in my computer bag, wiped him clean then dabbed at the stain on my skirt before standing to collect myself. He zipped up his pants and locked his feather away in his desk drawer.
I picked up my bag and said, “Have a nice week-end.”
“You too, my dear.”
I checked my phone when I hit the building’s lobby. Martin, the British resort owner I gave my card to while vacationing in the Bahamas, is in New York hoping to secure investors for another resort. His text read, ‘Are you available for dinner tonight?’
I texted ‘yes’ and smiled at the prospect of free stays at his resorts.
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