Free Goody Two Shoes by Laura Cooper Page B

strict and legally binding contract before we begin.  You have been recommended as a candidate by Patty because she believes and has testified to us that you are trustworthy.” He pushes a thin stack of papers in front of me and carefully places a Cross pen on top of them.
    I’m mesmerized by his hands again, and I’m beginning to imagine them touching my breasts.  Vagina is trying to reach for the pen.  But I’m also intrigued.  They have paperwork?  Curiosity is definitely out weighing my reservations.  What do I have to lose?  If I don’t do anything, then my marriage is what I have to lose.  “When do I start?”  I hear the words as they escape my lips, and I can’t believe I’ve uttered them.  The realization that I can sit back and let gravity finish off my marriage or pick myself up, dust off the family rulebook and re-write it strikes home.  I take a polite sip from my drink and scribble my signature on the paperwork in front of me, “What do I have to do?”
    Jonathon leans back in his heavy armchair and studies me carefully for several moments.  I feel sure he’s questioning my ability to go forward.  Probably making bets in his mind as to if I’ll really go through with it.  To test his doubts he says, “First, stand up.  Let me see what you are wearing.”
    I swallow the last of the bourbon he’d offered and stand in front of him, a little embarrassed, very ashamed.  Vagina offers moral support as he stands up and walks towards me.  He leans back against his desk casually and crosses his arms, “Take off your dress.”
    He says it so coolly, so matter of fact.  Fueled by alcohol and determination, I reach down and grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head.  I can’t believe I’m doing this!  Standing in front of a stranger in my bra and heels, what a Tramp!  This is what Tramps do!  I’m tempted to cower, but in his eyes I see appreciation.  Appreciation for me and my body and my fears melt into the deep waters of his eyes.
    “No panties?” he asks.  “Very good!  Now turn around and lean over the back of the chair and let me take a proper look at you.”
    When the lust areas in the brain turn on, the judgment portions shut down, thus causing poor decisions.  My brain begins to chant.  A sin is a sin is a sin.   These are not today’s standards, they are eternal standards!  All these thoughts are currently arguing with Vagina who is straightening small tufts of hair and checking her lips.
    I spread my legs in order to give him a proper view of my ass as I lean over the chair.  At this point I’m absolutely sure that even my butt cheeks are blushing.
    “Push your ass in the air.  Let me see what you have to offer,” he commands, and I notice that my attention is now turning singularly towards his voice.  I’m in a game of sexual Simon Says!  I wonder if there’s some class we have to take to learn to talk to people so that they want to do what you ask.  That superpower will come in handy.  I push my ass in the air only slightly embarrassed by the moisture building below.  Vagina is crying with happiness.
    “Turn around, and drop to your knees.  Let’s take stock of your oral skills,” he says calmly with a masculine deepness that wakes Clitoris.
    I turn around and drop to my knees, right in front of him, but I’m not real sure I still know how to do this.  He begins to unbuckle his pants, and I edge a little closer on my knees.  As his pant’s slide to the floor I am taken aback by the sight of him.  He’s quite different from Simmons, long and narrow instead of thick and full.  That is if I’m remembering Simmons’ penis correctly.  I stare at it quizzically, not sure, not positive of what to do.  Bless my ‘Goody Two Shoes.’  I’ve never seen another man’s cock.
    “Open those beautiful lips, Tara.  I’m anxious to see what you look like with my dick in your mouth.”  Just the sound of those words on his sensual voice