After Britney left the bar I took a little longer than usual shutting up. Not only did I have to sort out her shelf stocking and the like but I had to be a bit tidier with the books – the landlord was back on Saturday. Driving back home I reflected that my life was soon to become very boring again, no pub to run and no nubile young body to play with.
I wondered if I could manage a real relationship again, but came to the conclusion that I had absolutely no chance of finding anyone to approach what I had experienced over the last few weeks. I would just have to content myself writing about it, which had worked for ages.
I parked up at home and saw that her bedroom light was still on, not surprising she had only been back for a little less than an hour. I went and got some coffee and sat down and did a bit of surfing. I had hardy settled when I heard them coming down the stairs, again one of my favourite sounds – the click of high heels. I thought that was quicker than usual, but had no complaint with that.
They spent awhile in the hall saying goodbye, but I then heard a taxi sound his horn outside. Shortly after the beautiful Britney walked in, still wearing her denim mini dress with her heels, and looking very pleased. "Hello darling, I don't feel any different, do I look as though I have changed in any way?"
"Well you are looking very pleased with yourself, definitely a 'just fucked look' but that is not unusual of late." I guessed what she was getting at but said nothing.
"Yes, I should look as though I have just had a good fucking because that what he gave me, twice in fact. We did talk before about the difference between doing it for fun and charging for it. I still had a very satisfactory fuck the only difference is that I collected enough to pay my airfare to Canada. I don't feel any different knowing that I am not just a slut but a prostitute as well."
"That innocent young lady I met a few weeks ago has changed a lot; you say you are off to Canada first, what then?"
"I picked Toronto first because an old friend from school moved out there; I will look her up and then go on to the States. I want to do New York and California and you never know, I may even see if I can get a job in Nevada for a while." The last comment was accompanied with a caress of my crotch.
"It's a shame your guardian angel can't come with you, I am sure you will need one, real life and fantasy are very different things."
"I was talking to my Tom today, he is in India at the moment, and we agreed to meet in Japan in six months time. In those six months I may get all the fun I need and see if I can settle down with him."
"Of more immediate interest what are you going to do tonight, I hope you still do freebies?"
"Oh yes, I have plans for you tonight, I was going to stay the weekend with you but my flight leaves Friday night so we only have tonight and tomorrow. I had a lovely chat with my Dad today; he was very frank and wished me the best of luck. His one bit of advice was that I did not take the crop with me – he said it was not safe to let loose on most men but he thought I knew someone who knew how to use it." I gave her a cuddle and said, "I think you Dad sounds as though he might have been good at my role of mentor if you had got talking earlier."
She blushed a little and said "Dad has surprised me in the last couple of weeks; he seems to like to see me enjoying myself like I have been. I am sure that no one could have done the job as well has you have, so are you going to use the crop on me again?"
"Why do you want one of our last sessions to be me hurting you?"
"Because you used Dads crop so efficiently, if you don't I will have to pack it and find some brute to use it on me. If you give me a hard session with it now I will leave it in Dads garage."
"You are a nasty, but beautiful, blackmailer; I should punish you for that – but if you want it hard perhaps I will relieve my frustrations caused by you showing me so much pleasure and than running away. Come on up to your bedroom, I don't want blood on the kitchen floor." My attitude was designed to get her worried but all the silly girl did was grab my hand and pull me upstairs.
This lovely, naked, body was pulling me up the stairs – her superb ass and legs accentuated by her highest heels. She took me into the bedroom and I asked, "I want to know just what you expect me to do to that absolutely perfect young body of yours?"
She went and picked up her crop and used it to rub her own pussy and said, "My mentor neglected to get me to have any tattoos or piercings done to give me a permanent reminder of the best few weeks in my life. Do not give me any permanent markings with this but I am sure I can take a few welts that will last for a fair proportion of my world trip."
I just shook my head, "Silly girl your perfect body needs absolutely no additional decorations, your mentor can only suggest a piercing for your belly button. If you insist on a tattoo, just something discrete between your hip and pussy – but it is a little late for you to mention the idea. Now, can you please be more specific about what you want me to do to your lovely body."