Day Eight
8 am
I rush out of bed, quickly getting changed into my clothes. I'm late for work but Tom has a late meeting so he's still lying in bed as he watches me struggle to get to work on time.
"Strip for me!" he says laughing, trying to pull up my pleated skirt to fuck me. I slap him playfully, telling him to save it for tonight. He's slightly disappointed that I'm willing to risk my job to fuck him, but he watches me leave, laughing the whole time.
I text him while walking, inviting him out on a dinner date tonight to make up for my rushed exit this morning.
I'm half-way to work before I realize that I'm not wearing a bra underneath my blouse, Tom was distracting me so much this morning. I'm slightly embarrassed, my tits are too big not to wear a bra, especially when I'm wearing a tight-fitted blouse like I am this morning.
I take my long blonde hair out of the bun on my head, placing it over my nipples, hoping that it doesn't look too bad. I don't have time to go back home and Tom will think its hilarious that I have to get a bra.
12 pm
I'm eating a bagel for lunch when I get a text from Tom, bailing out on me for our dinner date, saying that he has a late work do, so he might just stay at Holly and Luke's house which is close to his work.
I spit out the bagel, annoyed that Tom had passed up on dinner. We had had so fun over the past few nights, I should've known that it would've come to an end at some point though.
I call Luke to see whether he can come over later and he agrees. I'm excited to see him, i feel likes its been way too long since I last saw him.
4 pm
Luke calls me and cancels our date after school. I'm bummed out about being rejected by two people now. I scroll through my phone contacts, deciding that I would have some fun of my own tonight. There's only one fuckboy I have left on my phone so I call Matt.
He's surprised (but delighted) to hear from me and invites me back to his house for drinks immediately after work. I didn't know that Matt was in the mood to get to know me a bit better, I thought he just wanted to fuck me, so its nice to know that Matt and I are on good terms after our messy college days.
5 pm
On the way to Matt's it starts raining and my blouse starts sticking to my skin, making it impossible for me to go to his braless and soaking, my nipples peaking through the fabric. I might be giving him the wrong idea, although its kind of a turn on for me.
I go to a lingerie shop, throwing the soaking blouse in the bin and choosing a bralette that barely covers my nipples and is cut like a crop top in black. My skirt is high-waisted so I choose some skimpy black thongs to go along with it before calling a taxi to go to Matt's
4.30 pm
I walk out of the car and I am surprised to find myself outside of a strip club. What was Matt thinking? I suddenly remember the experimentation that went on while we were together, lots of crazy orgies and trying new things, maybe he wanted to relive the 'good old days'. Tom didn't like including other people in our sexual activities, believing that we didn't need someone else to make each other cum.
I am directed upstairs by the lady at the front desk, which confuses me. Weren't we experimenting with the people in the club not just with each other?
He greets me lovingly, kissing me passionately on the lips. He's impressed by my attire, showing off my boob job nicely. He's already hard before i even walk in the door and I watch him awkwardly wrestle with his penis.
He makes a cup of coffee as I tell him I'm not drinking (I'm working tomorrow morning), before drinking a glass of vodka himself and tells me about what he does for a living now. It turns out he actually owns a chain of strip clubs around the area. He loves his job, it brings him a lot of pussy.