1. The Word Of Mouth Lounge - Part 4


    Date: 6/15/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: FirstBlush, Source: LushStories

    "Welcome back, ladies. I'll be with you in a moment. You can get changed straight away." I released the intercom button, glad to be invisible behind the Lounge's black mirrored walls when Katie and Laurel sauntered through the studio below. It was a frantic scramble to make myself presentable again. Fighting the post-orgasmic euphoria which spread like a sedative through my limbs, and under pressure from a double deadline, I mopped spillage, spritzed cologne, freshened lip gloss and smoothed ruffled hair. Thank goodness I kept a cache of fresh clothes, because when Jeff finished with me I was a hot mess. The blouse was salvageable, but anything below was a loss as far as finishing the day's work went. There was no time to observe the soft lighting of the room, the row of plush leather chairs fitted with recessed control panels in the armrests, or the large flat screen monitor on one wall. A pernicious notion about the distracting phone inquiry finally sank in as I re-buckled. "Oh shit, Mr. Johnson ...You set me up, didn't you?" Jeff's eyes were full of mischief but his tone was matter-of-fact. "Mr. Johnson owed me a favor. I sneaked him into the Lounge last week for Tania J's session." "Hah." I let it drop, but possible ideas for retribution began to sharpen their claws in my head. Spiking a certain person's martini with habanero juice? Not likely to happen. Mailing a souvenir print of Tania J's most provocative, erection popping pose to a certain person's home address? Much ...
    better. "Besides, you enjoyed your surprise, didn't you?" Before I could answer, Jeff kissed me, groped a properly bloused breast, and moved toward the private entrance. My eyes followed him hungrily, almost as if he hadn't just fucked the living daylights out of me. 'Stop it! Back to work!' my brain reprimanded. I blew him a kiss from the opposite end of the Lounge. "See you later and I'll show you how much." I backed out the loft door and skipped down the stairs to the next assignment. *** Models Katie and Laurel had returned from their break a little ahead of schedule and were closeted in the changing area. The dynamic between them had changed since they'd left. From the sound of their easy conversation, it seemed that Laurel's bubbly personality had coaxed out cool Katie's more talkative side. Maybe it helped to bond over a manicure. Maybe it was the organic salad. Long as they were getting along, it made my job easier. They approached the set in robes because there wasn't much, if anything, beneath. I got my first look at them since their salon visit. Their transformation from schoolgirl role players to sophisticated sirens was complete. Manicurist Narita and her makeup artist had done them proud with bold colors and luminous boudoir eyes. Laurel, perhaps self-conscious over her own lack of clothes, looked me up and down and blurted, "You changed!" This was nothing new, so I was prepared. "Kung pao sauce. I make a mess of it every time." Moving right along, "Now Laurel, ...
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