Thursday 9.03 a.m.
I woke late the following morning and lay in bed for a while after Chris had gone to work, relaxing and drinking my coffee before getting up to get ready for my one o'clock appointment. I had plenty of time and, despite having to do some housework first, I knew that I would still be early.
John Driscoll, my first customer of the day, was a prominent solicitor in town and, like most of my clients, he had his own particular fetish that I happily indulged for him, on a regular basis.
In John's case he used my services around once a week or so to pander to his secret and completely unrequited lust for his pretty young secretary, Joanne Maynard.
Other clients had their own preferences; Derek Harper just liked to use me like a whore and pretend to knock me up, which was fine, after all I was a prostitute. While Arthur Dennison on the other hand, a retired schoolteacher, simply liked me in a school uniform so he could spank me before fucking me over his desk.
It seemed all of the old perverts I serviced had their own particular obsession that they required me for. Not that I was complaining, far from it. It made for excellent and enjoyable business that was also very profitable.
I sighed, staring up at the ceiling, my biggest problem today was what to do after John Driscoll had finished with me.
I'd be done by two o'clock and I could come home and wait till six for my next engagement or I could drive up to the Marlborough hotel and spend an hour or two there, to see if I could pick up some additional business.
Finally, giving up on trying to make a decision for the moment, I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for another coffee. Then once that was finished, I made an attempt at some housework, tidying up and vacuuming the rest of the downstairs.
With that done I made my way up to the bathroom to shower and start getting ready for my appointment with John.
At least I could go out dressed fairly normally for this one. All I had to do was look like a secretary.
Thursday 10.42 a.m.
I took my time showering, spending a few minutes shaving my vulva to remove any unwanted stubble. Then, once I had dried off, I slipped on some tan coloured stockings with my white lacey underwear set; bra, panties and suspender belt.
My make up went on next; gluing on my false eyelashes I coated them quite heavily with mascara, darkening and lengthening them, followed by the application of some dark eye-shadow and a little foundation.
Satisfied with my appearance I brushed out my long blonde hair. Putting it up in a pony tail, before dressing in a beige pencil skirt with a side slit and an emerald green blouse. Finally, to complete my look I slipped on a pair of 2" tan-coloured heels that finished off the outfit perfectly.
Thursday 12.05 p.m.
It wasn't very far, probably only a thirty-minute walk, but I drove the short distance to where John Driscoll had his office. As expected, it was busy around the High Road and it took me a while to find myself a convenient parking spot in a nearby side street.
Quickly checking my hair in the mirror, I got out of the car and walked the short distance back to the main street. I had already anticipated that I would be a little early for my appointment so I stopped off at a nearby coffee shop to pass away the thirty minutes or so before going across to his office for one o'clock.
"Hi, Abigail. Fancy seeing you here." Hearing my name as I waited in the queue to be served, I turned around to find myself facing John's young secretary, Joanne Maynard.
"Oh... err hi Joanne... umm... how are you?" slightly taken aback I found myself talking to the very girl I would be impersonating in just a few minutes time.
She smiled sweetly, "I'm great thanks, John's given me the afternoon off so I'm meeting my husband for lunch. He said he had an important client to see so I wasn't needed."
"Lucky you." Stifling the urge to laugh I smiled back at her.
"Anyway, I must dash but I just had to say hello when I saw you in here. I haven't seen you in ages, we really must do coffee sometime and catch up."
"Umm... yes sure, give me a call." I answered, wondering what she would say if she knew in about an hour or so her boss would have me bent over his desk, calling me Joanne, as he fucked the shit out of me.
"I will do.... soon." Joanne agreed and, kissing my cheek, left while I sat down with my coffee.
I could see why he lusted after her, she was gorgeous, tall and slender with long brown hair and a figure a model would kill for.
Well at least I wouldn't have to worry about her coming back unexpectedly and catching me in the act with him.
Thursday 12.22 p.m.
Ordering my cappuccino, I settled in a corner table and watched the world go by as I slowly sipped my drink.
"Abigail?"
I looked up to find myself face to face with Hugh Penfold, another one of my customers, although it had been a few weeks since he had last had me.
"Oh, hello Hugh." I coloured slightly, as always I was embarrassed to meet one of my clients in an everyday situation.
He sat down without waiting to be asked, his eyes roaming lustfully over my body "How are you?"
"Fine thanks Hugh. Yourself?"
"Good thanks." He replied gruffly, "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch recently, I've been away with work."
In his early forties, shaven-headed and overweight with a substantial belly he worked as a long-distance lorry driver and looked a good ten years older than his real age. His tattooed arms clear evidence of the fact he regularly travelled across Europe, so it didn't surprise me that I hadn't seen him in a while.
"That's ok babe. Just let me know when you're around and we'll see what we can arrange." I took a mouthful of my coffee.
"Err... I don't.... umm.... suppose you're... err... available now?" he mumbled, "My truck is parked close by and we could.... you know, use the sleeper for a quickie."
I gave him an apologetic look "Sorry, I have an appointment in twenty minutes. How about later? I should be free after two."
"Shit, I can't. I need to be on the road by then if I'm going to make my ferry crossing."
"Maybe you can give me a call when you get back then." It was the best I could offer him.
"Yeah, I'll definitely do that." He agreed miserably as he pushed himself onto his feet, "Probably be early next week."
"I'll look forward to it. Drive carefully."
"Thanks Abi, hopefully I'll see you soon." He pushed himself up off his chair and ambled out of the café.
Watching him go I wondered how many brothels he frequented across the continent during his travels.
Thursday 12.59 p.m.
At precisely one minute to 1 o'clock I arrived at John's office for my first appointment.
"Hello Abigail, do come in." John Driscoll was waiting for me and, ushering me through, locked the outer door behind me as I entered what was Joanne's office.
"Hello John, how are you?" Slipping off my coat I stood patiently by her desk.
"I'm really good thank you, how about yourself?"
"Busy but fine thanks." I said as he disappeared into his inner sanctum.
It always started this way.
I would simply sit and wait in the outer office, as if I was his secretary, for a few minutes until I was summoned.
"Can you come in here for a moment please Joanne." He called after a while giving me my cue.
Getting up I walked into his office swaying my hips as sexily as I could and perched on the edge of his desk, letting my skirt ride up my thighs, the split opening to reveal my stocking tops.
"Yes Mr Driscoll, what can I do for you?" my voice was husky as I addressed him formally
He put a hand on my leg, gently caressing up my nylon clad thigh just above my knee, "Oh I can think of quite a lot Joanne."
"Really Mr Driscoll? Such as?" I bit my lower lip letting him slip a hand further up under the edge of my skirt.
Parting my legs a little wider I allowed his fingers to lightly slide up over my stocking tops and across the soft skin of my upper thigh. Easing between them he traced along the gusset of my white panties, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.
"Something like this to start with perhaps?"
"Oh Mr Driscoll.... What do you think you're doing? You shouldn't be touching me like this." I sighed softly leaning back onto my arms but making no attempt to stop him.
I let him tease my slit for a while, pressing the material of my thong between my puffy labia, my juices soaking into the white lace as I whimpered contentedly. Then, after letting him arouse me sufficiently, I sat up and took hold of his hand, easing it out from between my legs so I could slip off the desk.
"Perhaps you would like me to give you some attention now sir?" cooing sexily I let my big blue eyes gaze intently up at him as I dropped onto my knees in front of his chair.
He groaned quietly staring down at me, "That would be.... very nice of you Joanne."
"How about I start with..." I giggled, my slim digits caressing up his leg, reaching for his zipper.
Quickly unfastening his trousers, I freed his hard prick into my hand wrapping my fingers around his already firm shaft.
"Oh my god Joanne.... What... what are you doing?" drawing in a breath he murmured, his voice filled with lust, as I began to gently stroke his rigid pole.
Looking innocently up at him I had a naughty smile on my lips while my small fist massaged his erection.
"Exactly what would you like me to do Mr. Driscoll." I licked my lips invitingly as I spoke.
"Take it in your mouth... suck me Joanne.... Suck my dick."
