Unho ne wo aawaz sunnli to anee ne kaha k shayad koi hamein dekh raha tha to sareena bolli koi baat nhi me dekhti hoon sareena ne darwaza thoda sa kho...a because she was still undressed aur bolli kon he? Me ne himmat kar k kaha k me sagar to wo bolli k kyun aae ho? Me ne kaha k apni pen bhool gaya tha who lenay aaya hoon. Uss ne kaha theek he under aajao me jese hee under gaya to dekha k woh dono abhi tak undressed thee anee ne bra aur underwear pehna tha jab k sareena bilkul nangi khadi thee. ’ She hesitates for a moment, then steps aside to allow him entry. He drops the bag on the floor and trains the gun on her chest. She inhales. ‘I always like to call before I pop in.’ He shuts the door with his foot and drops all the blinds on her windows, shoves one open while muttering something about wanting a breeze. ‘You expecting anyone?’ ‘No.’ ‘Don’t be lying, did your lip just twitch a bit?’ ‘Fuck you,’ she says. She steps back, bumps into the back of her black suede love seat. His eyes. This however caused the usual to happen and as this was one of those new fangled open meeting places there was much I could do to hide my ever increasing bulge in my suit trousers; which incidentally did not go unnoticed by the PA to one of the partners. She was a brunette with deep piercing blue eyes and a Purdy style bobbed haircut . I guessed her to be about five foot sixish and dressed immaculately in a tailored business dress.She smiled as our eyes met. Something in my head just cried out. As he told me how to hold my arms letting my wrists go limp,mince and sashay my tush like a bitch. I was instructed how to turn in afluid motion at the top of the hallway so my skirt swished aroundseductively.After what seemed like hours but was probably in fact only twentyminutes or so; he seemed satisfied that I had some idea how to move in agraceful feminine way. And informed me that I would learn how to do thisin even higher heels if I was to become his perfect 'girlfriend'?As I approached.