Tony started small. Just the one client: Tammy. One appointment per week. He rolled up outside the house on Friday morning, just a Ron was lobbing his briefcase into the back of his BMW.
"Is it cleaning day already?" said Ron, then dropped his voice to a whisper. "You know, old boy, if this is all a bit, you know, degrading..."
"It's fine," said Tony. "And it keeps me busy."
"Well, Tammy's pleased as punch. Says you're a wizard with a feather duster."
Tony laughed guiltily as Ron drove away. He looked up at the bedroom window where Tammy stood grinning, waving a feather duster.
She opened the door and led him into the living room. There was a black and white lacy pinafore laid out on the sofa.
"That's for you," she purred.
"You're fucking kidding," said Tony staring at the flimsy material.
"Naked Cleaning Company isn't it? You clean naked. Now strip!"
Tony hesitated, shrugged and stripped out of his clothes. The pinny was all but useless, but he tied it roughly around his waist.
"Nice cheeks," grinned Tammy, slapping his butt. Then she reached up and kissed him.
"I'm feeling a little emasculated, you know," he moaned.
"It's good to explore your submissive side," she purred. "And besides, you look rather sexy in a pinny."
She led him up to the bedroom, turning to face him. He was rather dashing, in a boyish kind of way. Nearly ten years younger but just the kind of guy she fantasised about. Tony had ravished her in her fantasies many times over the years. And now it was actually happening!
"Undress me," she said simply. "Slowly."
Tony was mildly excited by her forcefulness, even if he did feel a bit of a prat in the outfit. He was used to being in charge in the bedroom, although the way things had been recently with Rachel, that was a distant memory. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually had to undress a woman.
He kissed her, reaching around to cup her buttocks and find the hem of her dress. He tugged at it gently, not entirely sure if it would simply peel off.
"I said slowly," she whispered, nibbling on his neck and ear lobe.
Tony stroked her buttocks and thighs, sliding his hands under the dress and up around her waist. He explored her body, cataloging her clothes mentally while continuing to kiss her. 'Zip at the back! Good, that shouldn't be too difficult. Some kind of silky slip or chemise?' He teased her bra strap but couldn't feel a clip. 'Front fastening perhaps?' he mused.
"You're a good kisser," Tammy sighed. She turned in his arms to face away, reaching up to cradle his head as he pecked at her neckline. His boner was as stiff as a post and he nestled into her bum. She giggled, pressing herself against him. She was enjoying being snuggled up to this beautiful body. So naughty, but soooo erotic!
Tony had been exploring her boobs under her dress, surreptitiously trying to find the catch on her bra. 'Maybe it's one of those sporty types', he thought and gave up. Slipping his hands out, he stepped back and slid down the zip on her dress, then grasped the hem and slowly pulled it up over the body.
"Skin a rabbit!" she squealed, lifting her arms.
"What?!"
"Something my Mother used to say when she was undressing us as children," Tammy giggled as the dress came off. Tony lobbed it the chair in the corner.
"Careful sweetie," she cooed. "That cost nearly two hundred quid at Karen Millen."
Tony was fumbling with the slip, intending to 'skin the rabbit' again, but she placed her hands over his and turned to face him. She gently pushed his hands towards the floor, smiling, surprised at how compliant he was.
"Shoes and tights," she purred, as Tony dropped on to his knees. He pulled off her wedges, placing them side-by-side next to the bed. Tammy smiled approvingly. The tights were the hold-up variety, which meant folding the rubbery tops until they came loose and sliding them down her legs. He was trying to be as gentle as possible, teasing the skin of her thighs and calves with his fingertips.
"That's better," Tammy sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and offering him a foot.
