Part-Time-Job
Bridget waved at the taxi. “We’re going to the Blue Circle now!” the blonde decided. Bridget’s friend Irina had no objection. After a long time, the two women had arranged to meet for a lady’s night in the city. It was now half past nine in the evening and the friends had already been to two bars. “I think I’ve had too many cocktails already!” Irina giggled as the taxi pulled up next to the women.
“You’ll be fine!” Bridget explained cheerfully. The taxi driver looked benevolently at the two passengers: two attractive ladies, a slim blonde and a slightly curvier brunette, both in party outfits that didn’t leave too much to the male imagination. Bridget wore black leather leggings, high heels and a low-cut top, Irina wore a short skirt with high boots and a black blouse.
“Where can we go?” asked the driver, looking curiously into the rearview mirror. It smelled like expensive perfumes and daydreams began to appear in his thoughts that had absolutely nothing to do with his job.
“To the Blue Circle! But be careful, I’m a little dizzy!” explained Irina with an open-hearted laugh. The driver grinned, but mentally called himself to reason and concentrated on the traffic again.
“No problem, ladies!” is all he said.
Bridget’s attention turned to Irina, who was clearly having trouble finding a comfortable sitting position. The next moment Irina lifted her right ass cheek and pulled out a clutch bag from her buttocks. This wasn’t just any women’s handbag, but a designer item from Balenciaga. Irina held the handbag in front of Bridget’s nose, then both women looked at each other questioningly.
“We found a clutch. It was lying here in the back seat!”, Bridget addressed the driver.
“What is a clutch?” the chauffeur asked and Irina giggled. “A lady’s handbag!” Bridget explained patiently, grinning at her friend. The two women were amused by the man’s ignorance.
“Damned! It certainly belongs to the pretty lady I drove into the city center earlier. Quite a beautiful chick, in my opinion!”
“Did she say where she was going?” Bridget asked, ignoring the driver’s last comment. Irina had begun to curiously inspect the contents of the bag. There was a purse from Liebeskind, expensive cosmetics, a pack of Marlboros with a lighter, and a cell phone. Irina activated the device, but access was blocked using a PIN or fingerprint.
“No, she didn’t talk to me at all!” explained the driver. She devoted herself entirely to her guy and whispered naughty things in his ear!” Now it was the man who giggled. “Today is my lucky day. I haven’t driven so many first-class ladies in a long time!”
“Thanks for the compliment!” Irina explained promptly, although she thought the man’s charm was a bit uncouth. In the meantime she took out condoms in various designs and a vibrator from her clutch. “Look what I found!”, Irina announced with a giggle, holding the sex toy so that the driver could take a look at it in the rearview mirror.
“Oh!” the man explained in surprise. “She won’t need the device today. I’m sure her guy will be very happy to please her!”
Bridget had now also taken a look into the handbag. She noticed a business card and a set of keys. “Lady Daphne – Premium Escort Service. Front Street 17a”, Bridget read out. She turned the card over and looked at the back. “High class escort for sophisticated demands.” A web address was also given on the business card. Without further ado, Bridget typed the address into the browser on her smartphone and briefly scrolled through the website. This Daphne was an extremely pretty blonde. Her website was first class and had style. There was no doubt in Bridget’s mind that her services would attract keen interest from better-off gentlemen.
Irina took the business card from Bridget’s hand. “Can you take us to Front Street?”, she asked the driver. Bridget looked at Irina questioningly, but Irina reassured her. “We’re going to the Blue Circle! First, let’s bring this high-class Daphne her bag!”
A little later, Bridget and Irina stood in front of an inconspicuous commercial building. In this industrial area there were only warehouses, assembly halls, workshops and a few office buildings for a wide variety of services. The streets were deserted; they hadn’t seen a car in minutes. The commercial area had been newly built; streets, cycle paths and buildings were in excellent condition. The city administration even planted a few trees.
Bridget had already found the entrance to 17a. “Lady Daphne – 4th floor.” Bridget rang the bell. Nothing happened. “The clutch doesn’t fit in the mail slot!”, Irina pondered.
“What’s now? Should I wait?” The taxi driver had opened the side window, was enjoying the view of Irina’s round ass and was waiting for an answer. “You can leave!”, Irina shouted back. “We put the lady’s handbag in the apartment and put the key in the mailbox so that she can find it,” she said to Bridget. “As an escort, she certainly has skilled hands!”, she giggled.
Bridget noticed that Irina’s tipsiness was more severe than she had previously thought. If she were sober, her friend would never have thought of gaining access to the establishment of a high-class hostess.
But Bridget couldn’t deny that Irina’s idea appealed to her. A little adventure like this couldn’t hurt, and once they’d looked around and dropped off the bag, they’d grab a taxi and head to the Blue Circle, as originally planned.
Bridget was just about to open the front door when a red Mercedes-AMG roadster roared up. The car stopped right in front of Bridget and Irina. Irina looked at Bridget cockily - her look betrayed curious cockiness. “Now I’m excited!”, she said – more to herself than to Bridget.
An attractive man in his mid-40s got out of the car. He was dressed classically elegantly - black suit, black leather shoes, white shirt, black bow tie. The hair was dark and strongly combed back. He gathered the ladies curiously.
“Good evening, ladies. Are you Daphne?”, the man asked in a pleasant baritone, addressed to Bridget.
“That’s right!”, Bridget explained politely and gave the man two kisses of greeting on the cheek. Irina was blown away. She had assumed that Bridget would clear up the misunderstanding. But now Bridget blinked briefly at her friend and Irina now realized that Bridget was about to give the adventure they had embarked on a completely new quality.
“Let me introduce, this is my friend Lea. If it’s okay with you, the two of us will take care of you today. At the agreed rate, of course!”, Bridget explained to the man. He was surprised by this generous offer and seemed to be considering whether he could trust Bridget alias Daphne. But the gentleman did everything he could to maintain the appearance of cool composure.
“A very generous offer!”, he said slowly. The way this answer was delivered signalled his agreement.
Less than a minute later the man, Irina and Bridget were standing in Daphne’s apartment. This was skillfully furnished, although a touch too baroque and opulent for a normal apartment. But of course this apartment wasn’t a normal apartment, but rather Daphne’s “office”, if you will. Heavy, wine-red velvet, black wood and golden metal characterized the interior design. A print by Egon Schiele adorned the wall, and indirect lighting conveyed a sensual atmosphere. Large glass surfaces allowed a view of the terrace and beyond of the city skyline.
“You have created an impressive refuge there!”, said the man approvingly. He had taken off his jacket and Bridget noticed with growing interest that the man appeared sporty and trained. A man according to her taste...
Her “customer” confidently busied herself at the bar. He curiously inspected the range of spirits. “You don’t just know interior design!”, the man explained approvingly. “What do you want?”, he then asked.
“A Cosmopolitan!” Bridget explained. “A Daiquiri,” Irina said. The two ladies had sat down in a spacious lounge and watched the stranger who skillfully set about mixing the ladies’ drinks.
“What a guy!”, Irina whispered. Bridget grinned. “Sensational, this guy!”, agreed the blonde to her friend. “And how do you like my apartment, Lea?” Bridget teased her friend with the fantasy name she had given Irina. “Excellent, Daphne!”, Irina replied cheekily. By now the drinks had been served. Bridget and Irina now found out that they were dealing with a man named Domenico. After sipping her drink once or twice, Bridget found it easier to slip into the role of Lady Daphne, the premium escort. She moved very close to Domenico, turned to him and placed her hand on his thigh. The fabric of the suit pants felt premium.
Irina joined Bridget’s efforts and approached the man from the other side. Irina was after the man’s bow tie. She found that it stood in the way of the things that were to follow.
Domenico let the ladies enjoy themselves. He didn’t object when Bridget undid the buttons on his shirt and placed her elegant hand on his pectoral muscle. He also didn’t mind the fact that Irina was about to take care of his belt. Bridget was now really getting going and wanted to know if this man could kiss. So, she quickly put her hand around the man’s neck, pressed him close and explored his lips and tongue with increasing lust. Bridget was not disappointed - on the contrary. Those were sinful, wet kisses that Bridget received. She noted with satisfaction that these kisses weren’t the only thing that were wet...
Irina hadn’t been idle in the meantime. First very tenderly, then more demandingly, she explored the treasure that was certainly hiding in the man’s crotch, waiting to be lifted. And how this treasure rose! Irina was thrilled by what she was able to grasp with her (curiously) greedy fingers! “The man doesn’t just have a big car!”, she reported to Bridget, who was still kissing.
The three-leaf clover was in the mood enough to ignite the next level of eroticism. Domenico had eagerly helped Bridget out of her top and was now inspecting the blonde’s voluptuous breasts with growing enthusiasm. “First-class goods!”, groaned Domenico. He was dealing with an overdose of sexual stimuli because Irina had begun to orally satisfy the erection between his legs that she had so lovingly shaped.
“Real professionals, you can tell straight away!”, gasped Domenico. Bridget was now completely naked. She had forcefully persuaded the man to give up his sitting position. So, Domenico was now lying - in contrast to the two women, who were sitting very comfortably: Bridget had made herself comfortable with her legs spread wide over the man’s greedy tongue and was enjoying his acrobatic tongue play. Irina, now also naked, sat on the man’s lap and rode the elegant gentleman’s magnificent cock with energetic hip swings.
The sinful goings-on on the fourth floor of Front Street 17a continued for quite a while. At some point, however, sexual satisfaction and contentment returned. Domenico was still enjoying the lingering effects of his orgasm while Bridget and Irina got dressed again. Both amateur escorts were aware that the real Daphne could show up here at any time. She must have noticed the loss of her clutch long ago...
“You can still stay there! We still have appointments!”, explained Bridget. “Just close the door when you leave!”, Irina added.
Domenico then stood up and handed Bridget and Irina six 500 Euro notes. “That was the best investment in years!”, said Domenico happily. Irina grabbed the money. Domenico collapsed back into the sofa and Bridget and Irina ran away.
In the stairwell, both women burst out laughing uncontrollably. The exciting sexual adventure and the fact that they hadn’t been caught put the two of them in high spirits. “Call a taxi!”, said Bridget when her laughter had calmed down a bit.
But there was no need to call a taxi. As Bridget and Irina stepped outside the house, a taxi pulled up. It was the same taxi that Bridget and Irina had used to get here two hours ago! The driver opened the window again. “What kind of party is going on here?”, he asked curiously. Meanwhile, a blonde and sexy woman had gotten out of the vehicle. She looked stressed and reacted with surprise when she noticed Bridget and Irina. Before she could start asking questions, Bridget clarified the events:
“Your purse is in your apartment and here is your key. We found the clutch in this taxi and decided to drop the things off here!”
Daphne was visibly relieved. “I’m so happy! What a nightmare!”, she breathed and hugged Bridget out of sheer gratitude.
“And we serviced your customer to his complete satisfaction!”, Irina now spoke up and pressed the euro notes into Daphne’s hand. Daphne watched the two unknown women get into the taxi and speed away, her mouth open and her astonishment beyond measure.
