It was while I was at work the next day that I got another phone call from Jordan; she asked me if I wanted to pop by her place after work. I asked her why, but all she said was that she had a friend visiting that I might like to meet. I agreed to go over and took directions to her house. I then settled back down to my work, my mind constantly drifting back to the previous night with Kate Lawler in my car. The stains on my car seats had mostly come off, but there were still patches, and the insides still smelled faintly of her sex. I then began to look forward to this evening at Jordan's; she'd been one hell of a fuck before, hopefully I'd be receiving similar treatment later.
Before I even realised, it was time to leave work; I'd hardly done any work since the phone call three hours previously, but I didn't really care either way. I said goodbye to my colleagues, and made my way to my car; I got in and set off in the direction of Jordan's house. All the while wondering what she had in store for me when I arrived.
I managed to find her house in a fairly nice area, it was a fairly large detached; not bad for a person who makes her living doing nothing basically. I strolled up the driveway, loosening the tie on my shirt and unbuttoning my top button. I knocked on the front door, noting that the curtains for the front room were drawn so nobody could see in. I was just about to knock again when I heard muffled footsteps on the other side of the door. The door was opened slowly by a very sexily dressed Jordan. As I looked her up and down I felt my dick stiffening in my trousers. She wore a pair of knee high, leather boots; crotchless, black leather panties through which I could see the pink of her pussy lips. On her upper body she wore a black leather waistcoat which met just below her huge bra-less tits; I could just see the deep pink of her areola. In her right hand she held a leather whip which rested softly against her right thigh.
'Hey there sexy boy' She said, 'come on in, welcome to Mistress Jordan's love shack.' I was about to speak up and say that I wasn't into slavery when she interrupted me; 'don't worry, I'm not gonna make you my slave; I want to treat you.'
'Oh, well ok then, I guess.' I replied as I stepped inside her house onto the wood panelled flooring of her hallway.
'Follow me,' she spoke as she walked past me, caressing my ass softly as she passed; she wiggled her tight ass cheeks as she walked and I felt my cock stiffening even more in my trousers as I followed her into the room which had the drawn curtains. 'Aden' she spoke as I entered the living room, 'meet Miss Tara Palmer Tomkinson.' I followed her gaze into the corner of the room, where, sat cross legged right in the corner; was the glamorous IT girl, Tara Palmer Tomkinson. Another celebrity who was famous just for being famous basically. She had appeared on a show on the television, something about celebrities being stuck in a jungle, I'd never paid much attention to it. But what I had paid attention to before was her looks; she was very tall and skinny, more elegant than gangly. She had long, smooth legs and a very pert ass; with extremely tiny little tits. She almost had no tits at all they were that small, but beautiful in their own way. She had long brunette hair with blonde highlights in it that fell loosely around her elegant face.
She was completely naked, except for a pair of tiny pink, cotton ankle socks covering her pretty little feet. Her well trimmed pussy looked fantastic, her pink fleshy lips were slightly parted and her pubic hair was neat and very short. Her tiny little nipples stood erect on her tiny tits. She didn't smile at me, but instead gave me a sultry, yet sexy look; similar to that of a child who isn't getting their own way.
