Katie hated Valentine's Day. Every part of the celebration made her throw up in her mouth. The moment Christmas was over stores would be taken over by pink and red crap. The idea that as children you were expected to dish out little paper valentines to all your classmates was ridiculous. As adults it was expected you either embraced the holiday with your one true love, or you hid for those twenty-four hours, embarrassed that you were that poor person that everyone felt pity towards. You were a single woman on Valentine's Day.
When she was first asked she had said yes. Then she had withdrawn her eagerness, realizing of course that "next Monday night" was her boss's way of saying "Valentine's Day." It was because of her rising debt that she then said yes, again.
It had been a cold, snowy February. Her feet slid through the slush. She wished now that she had not sold her car but finances were tight and luxuries were minimal. Her boots were three inches with thick heels. It was all part of the outfit and what an outfit it was.
The petite blonde had on black leather knee high boots. Under those was the most delicate black lace stockings held up by a black garter. The dress was a deep garnet, velvet in material that hugged all her curves. She had on a red wool coat whose hemline was perfect. It fell just below her dress hem, indicating to lookers that she might not be wearing a dress underneath. It was just above the edge of her boots so as to reveal the scalloped pattern of her leggings.
Her lingerie was expensive and made her outfit even more enticing. Her panties were high cut, pink, with lace around the edges. The bottoms hugged her cute round ass and there was a bow just below the small of her back. There was no tramp stamp there and never would be. Katie was not one of those girls.
Her bra was delicious, holding in her large firm breasts. She had always been well endowed and was happy that she could put her assets to use. Her bra was pink sheer lace with her nipples visible. The cold had made them hard as rock.
She looked down at her phone and confirmed that she was standing in front of the correct house. It was a large two storey, with brown brick and a double front door. She walked up the steps.
The door opened before she had a chance to knock.
"Hello. You must be Katie. Come in."
The voice was soft and pleasant. It came from a very tall man who was in a gray and black business suit. He seized the door with one hand while the other stroked her shoulder. Katie stepped in.
"Yes I am."
Katie could not take her eyes off this man. In the few moments she stood there staring at him her mind was racing with many thoughts. She wondered what type of person would hire her. She wondered if he was married or dating someone who was not interested in what she was being requested to do. She wondered about the fact that her heart was racing as she reacted to his tall strong body. For a normal woman this would be expected, but for Katie, who had conditioned herself to no longer react to another man, this was unexpected.
"I'll take your jacket." Aaron gripped her shoulders and removed her wool jacket. He took a sharp breath as he saw the red dress. He couldn't keep his eyes off her cleavage. He must have been standing there for an awkward moment because she then spoke.
"This is a beautiful home," Katie stated, walking towards the floor to ceiling windows.
"Thanks," Aaron stuttered. He shook his head to concentrate, looking away from her long enough to lock the door and hang up her jacket.
"Red or white?" Aaron had made his way to the kitchen and was holding up two bottles of wine.
"White please," Katie whispered. He was looking nervous, which didn't help Katie's nerves. She was the professional and needed to remind herself of her rules.
"In case you're wondering I've never done this before." Aaron kissed the back of her neck as he pressed himself against her and handed her the glass of wine.
Katie smiled. The pressure against her back felt so comfortable, so normal.
"I wasn't going to judge---."
Katie didn't have time to finish her sentence. He grabbed her hand and led her to the white couch. Sitting down he glanced up at her sweet face. He was so tall that his knees were almost up to his chest.
"Undress and do what you do best," Aaron blurted out as he unzipped his pants, his swollen member flopping out.
Katie bit her lip hard as she reacted to his harsh words. She had been called many names but his tone of voice hurt more then words. She looked into his eyes, trying to figure out whether he had been putting on a façade to make her feel at ease before demanding a blow job or whether he assumed that was what she wanted to hear.
