The uniform Lindiwe wore was more appropriate for a maid than for a prostitute—or at least for those prostitutes that frequented Holmesdale Road and...Bell Street. It might be noted that high-heels weren't especially practical for pushing a vacuum cleaner around the house and that stockings weren't very suitable for kneeling down on the kitchen floor with a scrubbing brush, but such detail was sufficiently subtle for Lindiwe to pursue her trade without fear of arrest. The dark green nylon outfit. I showered, shaved and splashed on some cologne. I picked out a pair of black jeans and a navy blue silk shirt. My tan leather jacket completed my outfit for the night. As I slipped the joint into my pack of cigarettes I wondered if I should take along a condom or two just in case one of the ladies wanted to have a little fun. That had never happened in the twelve previous office parties I’d attended since starting with this company, so I figured they would go unused this year too. I arrived. By the way, you should tell your friend Lucy not to leave work very late, it can be dangerous at night in that neighborhood, and something could happen to her pretty face.’ Not giving Leigh a chance to question him, he headed to the door. ‘Here’s the address, seven o’clock sharp.’ He said as he was putting the piece of paper into the pocket of her robe. She took one step back defensively. Leigh stood in the hall shaking for minutes only the phone ringing brought her back from her nightmare.. " I said.She twisted her hips under my hands and her muffledscreams sounded angry now. I looked up to see her glaring down at me."mmph mmm mph mmph mmph!" she replied.I tilted my head with a little smile, "Oh now, what's that? You want me to eat it for you? ooh and fingerfuck it too? well,..you randy little thing,..as youwish." I grinned and ignored her muffled protests fornow.I lapped my tongue out at her folds, tasting the remainsof the sweet juices I had created earlier. Finding her.