Neat N' Naed 02: Brandi

(4/2020 Revision)

© 2016 Sal De Klerk & amchentai, All Rights Reserved

Edited By ElmerStudd

Authors Note:

This is the second of 26 installments of the adventures of the Neat N' Naked ladies. They are all stand-alone stories so read them in any order you like.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including ffm, lesbian sex, straight sex, and oral sex. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.

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"Neat N' Naked...where our girls suck better than Hoovers. How can we help you?"

"Hello. My name's Ark. I wanna hire a woman to help me out at home. I've read some Yelp reviews that... well, you see, I've had a girlfriend for almost 2 years. We haven't done it. I have no experience and well, I don't wanna disappoint her." He waited for the woman on the other end to reply and hoped his girlfriend didn't come home early. As he spoke to the receptionist, he looked in his full-length mirror. Staring back at him was a 30-year-old, Asian male with a buzz cut, black hair, and brown eyes.

"Hello, Ark, nice to speak with you. So you're a virgin and want someone to teach you how to make sure you please your girlfriend. I think I can help. Tell me about your fantasy girl."

"Y...Yes... I just want to make sure that when I have sex with her I'm not going to hurt her or mess up or anything..." Ark spoke, a bit unsure of it all. He paused and thought about the question. "She doesn't have to be older than me, but not a great deal younger either... A MILF type woman, you know?" he said, thinking that if the woman was more of a MILF his girlfriend would not question him as much about it.

"I have the perfect person, at least I think she's perfect for you. Let me send you her info...

Ark's phone chimed and he saw he had a new message, tapping the icon the message opened, showing a photograph of a tall blonde woman with large 'enhanced' breasts. She had a pretty face and was very well toned. There was no doubt that she worked out, the flat toned stomach, showing a hint of a six-pack and thighs that could crack Brazil nuts left no doubt that she was into fitness. Below her picture, there were some details about the woman...

Name: Brandi

Age: 43

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 125lbs

Measurements: 34DD-25-36

Details: Brandi is a sex professional with a Ph.D. in sex therapy. She truly enjoys her work and has lectured at several colleges and has even released numerous films instructing inexperienced youth on how to pleasure their partner. She is a favorite of our clients rated 9.8.

Ark smiled, getting a bit hard looking at such a lovely woman. But he sighed, "She seems wonderful and is what I'm looking for, but she's a blonde. I guess I should have said before, my girlfriend is a blonde and... well... do you have anyone else?"

Let's see... someone like Brandi, but not blonde. Well here's one you might like...

The phone chimed again and Ark looked down to see an Olive skinned brunette. She has a nice hourglass figure but was nowhere near as taut and toned as Brandi. Her tits were a lot bigger and she had a tat below and to the left of her belly button.

Name: Ava

Age: 37

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 106lbs

Measurements: 32DDD-24-35

Details: Ava is a sex professional working toward her degree. She has limited experience in teaching inexperienced couples. She has some experience working with younger couples to help them pleasure each other. Rated 9.3

Ark looked at the new photo sent to his phone and took a moment. She was beautiful but didn't strike him as awe-inspiring as the first photo had. He sighed, knowing he was being difficult and knew this was also probably a problem he would have to deal with as well. But for now, he spoke and first he had to apologize to the woman on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry I'm being difficult. She's beautiful, but something isn't right. I'm probably just being too picky and I'm sorry. How about a Redhead? If you have one. I promise to pick from the ones you've sent me.

"I do have a redhead available, but I think she's a bit younger than what you're looking for." The phone chimed once again and Ark saw the image appear on his screen.

She was a beautiful redhead with more freckles on her face than stars in the milky way. She was reclining on a lounge chair, barefoot, wearing a yellow dress that showed more than a hint of her cleavage and he thought he could just see a hint of her white panties. Her legs seemed to run for miles and they were smooth and sexy. She had a square jaw and soulful eyes. Her long flaming locks hung down past her shoulders and were tucked behind her ear on the right, giving her a very sexy and erotic look.

Name: Faye

Age: 27

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 110lbs

Measurements: 34C-28-36

Details: Faye was one of Brandi's clients. Now she likes to teach others how to derive pleasure during intimate moments. Rated 8.7

Ark was silent for a moment as he looked at the pics and details of the 3 women. Brandi and Faye were both tied for who to pick. His brain was telling him a few things, but he was not thinking with his brain at the moment. After a moment he spoke up.

"Um.. yeah sorry... Um, do you happen to know much about Brandi and Faye? For example, what they're like? I mean I've heard of Brandi, I think she lectured at my college, but I wasn't in that class. Is she more textbook and those old sex-ed videos from high school health? And what about Faye? Does she teach like Brandi does?" Ark asked. The ratings had said a lot, yes, but that did not help him with picking a woman based on a number rather than how she would work with him.

"Let me read you a comment from a client with a similar request. That should help you decide. 'Brandi is very hands-on with both the males and females. She spent hours teaching my man how to lick pussy, first hers, then mine. Then she taught me how to maximize my man's pleasure by sucking his cock. Brandi is very loving and a lot of fun. She not only demonstrates the techniques, but she encourages hands-on exploration of her body and your partners. We learned so much from her.' "

"Now for Faye, 'Faye is a bit detached and clinical. She treated us like students in a classroom instead of paying customers wanting to learn. She was very knowledgeable and we learned a lot, however, we both wish she had been a bit more relaxed and fun.' Well, hun, I know who I'd pick," the voice on the phone concluded.

Ark nodded, even though he knew the woman on the other end could not see him doing so. He took only a moment and then spoke up. "Let's go with Brandi. She sounds like what I'm looking for, though I don't know if my girlfriend will be here or not. I guess that can be her decision." He felt a bit like he was cheating on her, but he also knew he wanted to make her happy and make her love him as much as he loved her. "So how much and how long do these things go on for?" Ark asked, as he got his credit card out and was getting ready to set it all up.

She went over the do's and don'ts as well as the fees for Brandi, making sure that he understood.

"One last question before I pay, how will this transaction show up on my bill?" He didn't want his girlfriend to find out about his salacious activity. Normally he didn't keep anything from her and he already felt guilty, but he justified it by telling himself that 'she deserved the best lover possible.' "Also, will she clean up or..?" he asked, wanting to know, that if asked, why he hired someone to clean if he would have to hire someone else to make sure the place looked spotless.

"Our girls do clean. We have some clients who only want a naked woman to clean their house. The charge on your statement will be from 'Maids on Call,' nothing untoward. Is there anything else sir?" she asked politely.

"No.. I think that is it," Ark said. He knew that his girlfriend would be busy most of the next week and so the appointment was set. The small 2 bedroom apartment he shared with his girlfriend had a small living room and a kitchen. They kept the space fairly neat, but a light dusting and some other touch-ups wouldn't hurt.

Brandi was driving to her appointment with her new client. The top of her convertible was down and she was enjoying the early spring weather. She started to chuckle to herself recalling how insecure Ark had been. She thought it was kind of cute and endearing. Very few people knew that the service recorded all phone calls. The recordings were only used to ensure that the lady, or gentleman, hired, heard in the client's own words, what they desired. The recording was securely deleted once the appropriate person listened to it. She was hoping that the girlfriend would show up. Brandi loved threesomes, but if not, a nice hard dick all to herself was not a bad way to spend a day. It certainly beats an office job.

Pulling up at the address she looked at her phone and realized she was a few minutes early. Sitting in her car, she waited until the appointment time. She didn't want to show up early and get the client into trouble like several girls had done over the last few months. The most recent email from the service stated, in no uncertain terms, 'if the client says 10 am don't arrive at 9:45.' A sweet soulful music track started playing and Marvin Gaye's rich baritone voice started singing...

Ah, baby, let's get it on

Let's love, baby

Let's get it on, sugar...

Letting Brandi knew it was time. She took the last sip of her coffee and tossed the paper cup into the trash bag she kept in her car. She put up the top and locked the doors. Her feet were encased in bright red high heels with straps running up her calves. Her legs were bare and she was wearing a sleeveless red form-fitting sheath dress. Climbing up the steps to the front door, she pressed the buzzer for the client's apartment.

For the last 20 minutes or so, Ark had been nervously pacing the floor of his apartment, to the point that you could see the trail he had followed. He was torn between canceling and running away to join the circus. For the 9,842nd time, he looked at the clock on the wall to see less than 40 seconds had passed since the last time he'd looked. 'I gotta do something to take my mind off...today,' he thought to himself. He sat on the couch and picked up the Game of Thrones coffee table book he bought last week. As soon as he'd opened it, he threw it down and stormed into the kitchen. He pulled open the fridge and looked inside.

He had just leaned in to grab a yogurt when a loud metallic buzzing sound filled the apartment. He jumped at the unexpected noise, smacking his head on the appliance. Cursing himself, he walked over to the intercom, "Hello, Ah yes, 7th floor, Apartment G3," Ark said, letting the annoyance in his voice come out. He buzzed her into the building, then got an ice pack from the freezer and put it on his head, hoping he wouldn't get a knot from the impact.

Taking the elevator to the 7th floor, Brandi was grateful that the building wasn't a walk up and had an elevator that worked. In these old buildings, more often than not, they didn't. Walking down the hall, her heels click-clacked as she approached her client's door. She came to a stop and lightly knocked on the door.

Ark heard the knock at the door as the throbbing in his head was dying down. He put the ice pack down and trudged to the door. Stopping at the door, he looked down at himself, belatedly thinking that his choice of clothing may not have been appropriate for meeting...her. An oversized tee, a pair of baggy cargo shorts, and barefoot. He was beginning to regret staying up most of the night finishing up his latest project. But he did finish it and now he had the day free for Brandi. Hearing a more insistent knock, he figured it was too late to do anything about his shortcomings and pulled open the door. As he opened his mouth to greet her, his jaw fell to the floor, his heart tried to burst from his chest and his eyes bulged. The small photo on his phone did not convey her presence or her real beauty.

Brandi watched the not unusual reaction and smiled at the younger man. She stood, waiting for him to speak as she watched him trying to gain control of his breathing and pulse. He swallowed hard and said, "Um... H..Hello, You m...m...mu...must be Brandi. I'm Ark. P...P...PL...PL...Please come in," silently cursing his inability to speak normally. Stepping out of the doorway, he swept his arm in a grand gesture, inviting her in.

Brandi stepped through the door and looked around. The apartment had an open floor plan and so the living room and kitchen were the same. It worked out well in the small apartment though. There were three doors to her right when she walked in. The bathroom door was open, the other two were closed, she guessed that they were bedrooms. Turning to her client, she said, "Ark, that's a unique name," smiling at him and offering her hand. "Of course you know, I'm Brandi. LOVE what you've done with the place."

"Y...Yes... Welcome, Brandi. It's nice to meet you. My girlfriend and I straightened up yesterday, so there shouldn't be much that needs... cleaning. As for the other...stuff... I'll leave that to you," he said shaking her hand, wondering if it was weird to be shaking hands with a woman who would be naked and having sex with him soon. He pushed the door closed and reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Ark is a nickname, everyone uses it. I don't even think my girlfriend remembers my real name anymore. Changing the subject, not willing to discuss how he got the name, he asked, "W...w...w....wh...wh...where would you like to s...s...st...sta...start?"

She smiled at him and lightly put a hand on his upper arm. "Relax Ark, I'm a person, just like you. Take a deep breath and hold it. Now close your eyes. When I count down to one, exhale slowly and open your eyes when you've let out about half your breath. 5...4...3...2...1...exhale."

Arks did as instructed and when he opened his eyes he felt more relaxed and secure. He smiled at her and said, "Thanks, that helped."

"Good, now maybe you can talk to me without stuttering."

Ark chuckled and Brandi asked, "So how long have you been with your girlfriend?"

"Next month will be two years. We've been living together for about 10 months." Ark looked toward one of the closed bedroom doors before turning back to Brandi. "I know this is cheating, but I know she's been with other guys by the way she talks about sex... I love her, it's unbelievable how much I love her, and I don't want to screw this up."

"Ark, I've got to ask," Brandi started, "You're attractive and not socially inept, you've been on this fucked up ball of mud for three decades and you've been dating. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL A VIRGIN?" Her eyes were boring into his, almost as if they were trying to read his memories straight from his brain.

He shifted uncomfortably. "I don't like talking about it," he said looking at the floor. "I grew up in Chechnya. My parents were in a cult called Spiritual Skoptsy. They were an offshoot of a cult that practiced castration and mastectomy to remove 'spiritual lust'. Our branch didn't castrate but taught that sex was evil, dirty, and that lust would kill your body, mind, and spirit."

Brandi's eyes widened, shocked that shit like that still occurred in the 21st century.

"When my parents died, I was 22. There was a girl in our commune who helped me deal with their death, cooking for me, washing my clothes, and whatnot. We eventually fell in love, planned to escape, and make our way in the world. I got out, she didn't. I tried to go back to get her, and...well, you really can't go home again," he said bitterly, fighting back tears.

Brandi wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her, as the tears flowed. "I had no interest in love or sex. I was numb on the inside. Eventually, I got a job working on freighters. I did that for a while and saved all my money, never going ashore, unless I was required too. I hated the dirty work on the decks and standing late-night watches on the bridge or as a lookout."

He pulled away from Brandi, not sure why he was telling her all this, and headed into the kitchen for a drink, "You want a drink? I have cola, water, coffee, Russian Imperial Stout, and some kind of juice if I can find it."

Brandi watched as he walked away from her. She followed at a short distance behind and said softly, "it's too early for booze, but the juice is fine, unless it's prune, then water."

Ark pulled a bottle of Cran-Apple juice out of the fridge and poured two glasses. Downing half his glass, he refilled it and put it away.

"What was her name?" Brandi asked. As she moved closer to him.

"Kseniya."

"To Kseniya," Brandi said, holding up her glass in a toast.

Ark looked at her in shock and silently held up his glass.

She drained the whole thing in one long gulp then threw the glass like a baseball pitcher. The glass exploded when it impacted the wall.

Ark looked at her in shock. "This way it can never be used for a lesser toast," she told him. He nodded silently and hurled his glass at the wall.

Brandi grabbed the broom and dustpan next to the fridge, swept up the shards, and dumped them in the trash. Putting the tools back she sat down at the counter and just looked at Ark.

"So where was I"

"Late night watches."

"I saw that the cooks worked hard, but didn't ever stand watch or do the other shit that deck apes did. I began to study cooking and volunteered to help in the galley until I was promoted to cooks assistant. I had a real talent for it, cooking and baking. I still hated being at sea and eventually jumped ship in Bulgaria, bribing a government minion to make me a citizen. I lived in the EU for a few years, floating around, working in upscale restaurants, and learning my trade. Soon, I tired of the outrageous taxes, astronomical rental fees, and intolerant attitudes toward foreigners. So I started looking for jobs outside the EU and eventually I was hired to work in a restaurant in the US. Eventually, my citizenship application was approved and I became naturalized. One day I was sitting in a cafe and this beautiful lady sat at the table next to me. I couldn't stop looking at her. For some reason she noticed me and instead of being creeped out, she talked to me. One thing led to another and two years passed."

He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes downcast.

Brandi rested her hand on his and said "Ark, I had no idea. I'm so sorry you went through all that growing up, but in my opinion, you need to tell her everything. Hiding your past will only create trouble for you in the future. I mean, she's already dated you for two years without sex. Most girls today would have given up within six dates. She's waited for TWO FUCKING YEARS! I think I can safely say that SHE IS THAT FUCKING INTO YOU!"

"I'm here for you, whatever you want to do. Just ask," she paused.

Ark looked up at her and said, "I don't know! Tell me what to do."

"If I were you," she continued, "I wouldn't keep secrets from someone who I loved that much and who loved me the same, but what you tell her or don't tell her is between you and your conscience. I'm not a priest or a therapist, I can't help you with this. I'm here to clean up your apartment and maybe teach you a thing or two. It's time I got started, so is there a place I can get ready for work, or... do you want to.... watch as I...change?"

Ark stared into space for a moment, thinking about what Brandi had said. He absent-mindedly gestured to the bathroom, still lost in thought. He didn't think about watching Brandi take off her clothes, internally debating having Liz join him with Brandi. It boiled down to, he knew nothing and she was fairly well experienced, maybe even a bit wilder and kinkier than other women, according to his coworkers and how they talked about their lovers.