“You’re not going to let me forget that are you?” I asked with a fake look of anger. Mom grinned hugely at that. “Oh hell no. I mean, you we...e wearing the hell out of the bottoms, but that top…” she snickered and shook her head at the memory. “Sorry, sorry. It was just too funny seeing you in it since there was nothing for you to fill it out with.” “Yes, thank you for the reminder, mother.” I went back to pushing my cereal around. “Oh please.” she said, then gave the top of my head another. The previous half-hour had started out nerve-racking enough but I had settled, more quickly than I had imagined. Carol hadn't laughed, she had been kind, and interested, and considerate, and she had listened and asked intelligent questions. But then we had heard the car pull up outside and I had dashed upstairs to change - or just to hide. Now? I was sitting in the kitchen for a while. Waiting. Was this a good idea? I wasn't sure. I nervously sipped on my drink and pulled my short skirt down, I. A day later I got another client this time it was a french business man who wanted a company for a business seminar here in india, the purpose wasn’t sex, but sometimes giving company is even more hard than getting laid, I prefer the latter to be more easier. So this guy mr. Fredric wanted me to be his courtesan, we had over the phone conversation and I asked what he preferred he was here to get his deals correct, he was to bring renewable energy innovations here, quite interesting you must be. Nancy and Angela sat down in the chairs across from my desk. Nancy had one leg crossed over the other giving me a good look at her thighs revealing the top of her stocking as her short skirt rode up her leg. "Angela what do you have to offer to 89fm a hard rock radio station?" I asked looking at this straight laced k** who had just walked down the hallway passed the offices of production staff in jeans t-shirts and leather jackets cursing and swearing. After hours sex d**gs and rock n roll.