The New Economy – Chapter 3: Meeting the Needs of the Customer

Lesbian story: The New Economy – Chapter 3: Meeting the Needs of the Customer

by Mojavejoe420

My advert on Backpage read like this:

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Busty Beauty Will Pamper YOU!

Come to my upscale apartment after a long hard day at work, baby. Let my soft hands and warm curves caress your body. You will leave here feeling Happy! Guaranteed! I like what I do, and so will you.

The pics are all me, and those are E-cups honey! So call me for a sensual rub down like none other. Not an Escort! But I offer light mutual touching, and you’ll be completely satisfied!

No explicit calls please, and I do screen for your safety and mine. Professional Gentlemen 35 and older, please. See you soon! (Not an Escort)

200/60, 6pm-10pm only. 555-867-5309
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I snapped a few cleavage shots, and included my red lips, but not my full face. They looked pretty good, I guess?

I figured I was ready. The past week went by in somewhat of a blur. Mark loaned me the cash and I went around town snapping up deals on all the shit I needed to buy. It’s strange but it’s actually hard to find unscented stuff. Most everything is made to smell nice, not to smell neutral. But like Mark said, after they leave me, they’ll be kissing the wife on the cheek, and women have better sniffers than men!

But the apartment’s all set, the tables ready, the towel warmer works, and I was scared shitless! I put the ad up on this place called ‘Backpage’ that Mark knew all about. Within an hour I had two inquiries and 4 dick pictures. Mark said to block those numbers, so I did. Can’t have any discussion of services, either.

Finally, I got a serious text offer! We went back and forth, he sent me a pic of his Driver’s License with his address covered. Mark insisted on that for my safety. I sent it to an e-mail account of his. Kind of morbid, but at least they could find the guy if something happened to me.

I hurried home and got everything ready for Mike’s 6:30 arrival. Lit the candles, put on the new age music, fixed my hair for the fifteenth time, and waited.

And waited.

At 7:30 I blew out the candles and ate a Stouffer’s dinner. Asshole! I was so mad, because another guy texted after him for a 7 o’clock slot but I had to decline. Them’s the breaks, I guess.

I blocked his number. Mark said not to waste my time with losers, they will just suck up my resources. Got a few dick pics, blocked those guys.

Finally got another date setup for two nights later. His selfie looked pretty good, 40’s maybe, not stupid looking. Here’s hoping! I sent his name, phone number, and pic to Mark’s email. Just a safety feature, Mark said. I got everything prepped for ‘Chris’; music ready, candles lit, towel and oil warmers on, I think I got everything?

At 6:05 there was a slight knock at my door. Holy shit he’s here! Okay, I told myself. Deep breaths, you can do this. Go on now, open the door, don’t make them wait!

I checked the peephole, he looked like the pic he sent me. I opened the door and asked him to come inside. He smiled at me, which was good! Once I closed the door I gave him a nice hug, just to show I’m friendly, ya know. Break the ice a little bit.

“Thanks for coming, Handsome!”

“Well, uh, sure! Nice to be here. Um where do I…” He was fumbling in his pocket. Oh yeah, money first.

“Right over here is a basket, honey.” He dropped in some bills. I didn’t count them. That looks tacky. “Thanks darling. Would you like a quick shower? Wash off the day? I won’t start the hour until you dry off.”

“Um, okay! Thanks! Oh, and you look awesome. I’m glad you match your picture, that doesn’t always happen.”

“Seriously? Well, uh, I aim to please!” Oh god that’s a stupid thing to say! “Um, you can undress over here, and there’s a towel for you on the table.”

Chris undid his dress-shirt buttons, then slipped his black T-shirt over his head. Not bad for forty! Shucked off his shoes, socks. unbuckled his khakis and dropped them to reveal grey boxer briefs. The moment of truth…

And it looks good! Unshaven of course, but I can’t expect much from married men. But decently sized. I was so pleased he didn’t have a tiny cock. At least not for my first guy!

I showed him to the shower where he cleaned up. Meanwhile I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a black kimono with a tiger design on it and panties. No bra, of course, as the girls will be out soon! The panties, though, well I hadn’t made up my mind just yet. Although, I was pretty sure they would be coming off soon.

Hair needs a little flip here, lips good, eyes good, and the water’s off!

Chris dried himself and walked naked to the table and laid face down. Mark was right, guys will NOT keep their legs together! Chris’s legs splayed out to where his feet were barely on the table.

As the candles flickered and the New-Age music floated over us, I grabbed a hot towel and I began the massage.

“Oooh!” Chris said quietly as I pressed the hot towel in his ass crack and rubbed a little bit.

“That’s nice!”

My fingers then did the super-light and quick finger drag all over his skin. His back was only slightly hairy, which was nice for me. I grazed over his ass cheeks, a couple fingers danced on his ball sac. That got a ‘mmmm’ from Chris. I guess I was doing something right!

It was strange, too. I felt a little tingle in my nipples and downstairs.

“Have you been doing this long?” Chris asked.

Oh shit, I thought. Can he tell?

“Oh, just a little while, I guess. Why? Am I doing something wrong?”

“Oh no! No, I’m just loving this technique. Never had anything like it before.”

I passed my right hand over his butt cheeks and grazed my fingernails over his asshole.

“Uh, yesss, that technique! No I just meant I hadn’t seen you on Backpage before.”

I massaged his taint a little bit, then leaned down and pressed my breasts into his back, and moved my head right by his ear.

“If you’re nice to me,” I whispered, then licked his earlobe a little. “I’ll tell you a secret when we’re done.”

I kissed his neck a little more and slid my hand down to his balls and tickled them with my nails. I could feel him firming up down there.

“How we doing so far, Chris?”

He moaned, then managed to get out a ‘N-i-i-i-c-c-e” as I sucked his lobe a little more.

“Is your back alright? Because I would like to climb on top, if that’s okay with you.”

Chris chuckled. “I’m perfect, climb on board!”

Remembering Mark’s advice, I kept rubbing Chris even as I untied my kimono and let it slip onto the floor. I hesitated for a second, then slipped off my panties with only a little bit of trouble. Chris didn’t notice. Damn, I thought. I’m getting good!

I climbed on the table and straddled his ass cheeks, resting my pussy on him. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his shoulders pressing into his tense muscles.

“Oh god that feels good!” said Chris.

I kneaded his shoulders and back muscles for a good couple minutes.

“Is unscented oil okay?”

“Yes!”

I lifted off him a bit so I could reach my squeeze bottle from it’s warmer. It was kind of like a ketchup squeeze bottle in a restaurant but this one was clear. I drizzled the warm oil all over his back.

Then I put my hands on the table at his sides, and lowered my bare breasts onto his skin. I dragged my hardening nipples back and forth, up and down, and they entered into their ‘Power Nipple’ mode!

“Is that,” Chris stammered. “Are those, what I think they are?”

“Well I don’t know,” I responded. “If you think they are my bare E-cup breasts, topped by extremely hard and turned on nipples, then, yes. Hope you don’t mind!”

“Mind?” he laughed. “Can I turn over now?” And he started to twist!

“Not yet!” I said as I pressed him back to his prone position. I checked the clock. 18 minutes. Okay, Okay, what else?

I raised up and rested my weight on his ass cheeks again. As I rubbed his back up and down with my firm hands, I also ground my pussy into his cheeks.

“I’m getting a little massage too, Hope you don’t mind?”

He responded with a muffled “Jesus Christ” and tried to turn over again.

“Uh, uh, uh!” I scolded him playfully and pushed his head back down.

“Now stay, boy!” I said and then did a 180 and sat back on the small of his back facing his feet.

I drizzled oil on his cheeks, and down his legs. Then I rubbed it in from his ass to his feet. Up and down, circling his legs, rubbing everywhere, and finally settling my hands on his ass cheeks.

I rubbed them hard, and deep, and my fingers ran all over his butthole. With my middle finger, I rimmed him good, pressing down but not entering. Again, It was a good thing I was sitting on him as he tried to roll over again. Pressing a little further, I could feel his rock hard taint. I oiled that a little more and pressed slowly, with both hands. Then I mixed it up, one hand on his scrote while the other danced up and down his taint and played with his ass.

Chris was extremely turned on, I could tell by his deep breathing, his rock hard taint, and I could hear him whispering “Jesus” over and over! And, surprisingly, I was also fucking turned on! Well, maybe not so surprisingly. I mean, I was rubbing my tits and pussy on a naked man, after all! And I was loving the feeling that I was in control of this man, and that he was paying to see me!

“Okay,” I said to Chris. “I’m going to let you turn over in just a minute or two. But first I need to get a hot towel. I’m going to get down, now Stay!”

“Ok,” he said meekly. “But I’m struggling here, don’t take too long!”

I slid off Chris and quickly got a hot towel out of the warmer. I waved it a couple times to cool it off, then draped it across his broad shoulders.

“Ahhh,” he moaned. “That’s really nice!”

I pressed the towel into his skin, sliding it down over his lower back, his butt cheeks, thighs, calves, and feet. It seemed to do a pretty good job of getting the excess oil off his skin.

“Alright, Tiger,” I said in my low sexy voice. “Turn over if you’d like to!”

Chris surprised me with his speed and agility! I placed a pillow under his head and he looked at me with a delicious hunger in his eyes. I moved towards him, my breasts closing in on his face. Mark told me the guys will want to suck my tits. I mean, I thought they were too fat, but he assured me they would like them. Mark seemed to be right.