Once apon a time...ahhh screw that. About six months ago, I was sitting at home playing with my girls and doing a bit of cleaning (usual Saturday routine), when Mary called and said that tonight it was Carla's Fetish House and that we were meeting at 9:30. It was already seven, so I had to get ready. I got my hand bag and packed up my eyeliner, glitter, black lipstick, purple eyeshadow, and removable extentions. I went to my closet and got out my long, taupe skirt and a light blue, collared shirt. I put those on and told my husband I was going out and to watch the kids. I bolted out the door and drove to the closest truck stop.
I went in and asked the guy at the counter for the restroom. He gave me the keys and I took my bag and a roll of black duct tape I keep in my car in with me. once inside, I stripped down and took a quick second to admire what all that time at the gym had done. I began unravelling the tape and wrapping it sticky-side-up around my waist. I finished the waist section of my outfit by going back over the duct tape with the black side showing. someone knocked, "go the fuck away" I was thinking. they kept banging and finally, I opened the door, half naked, half wrapped in tape and yelled "can I have a moment?". I proceeded to get "dressed". I put on the dark purple, beaded bra I had made with matching shorts. I pulled on my stilletto half-calf boots and started on my make-up. Once I had finished applying all my make-up I braided in the extentions and I was no longer Marshia Coen, I dont know who it was, but she was hot, and thats all that really mattered.
It was 9:00 on the dot when I gave the guy at the counter back his keys. He looked at me and asked if I had a nice stay. I gave a coy laugh and a subtle bird.
I arrived right on time. Mary and Carla were there to greet me. Carla took us to her VIP spot and asked one of her bartenders to wait on us. We both ordered wine coolers and just hung out. After ordering a round of whatever they wanted for the house, we got up to go dance. About an hour later I was sweating and my feet hurt from those damn boots. As I was walking back to my seat, I was stopped by a tap on the shoulder.
I turned to find a tall, pale, sex god standing behind me. He said hello and introdued himself as Shane. He soon pulled $300 out of his pocket and asked to take me to his house. now, Im not usually a prostitute, but he was so damned sexy I couldnt resist. I told Mary Id see her monday at the firm and reminded her of that big rape case we were covering. She nodded and waved goodbye.
I got into Shane's porche and we drove for a good hour and a half before pulling up to a small house in the middle of the woods. It was absolutely beautiful, but not what I would expect. He lead me in, told me to have a seat and asked me what kind of wine I preferred. I told him I wasnt in the mood for wine.
"Okay, what are you in the mood for?" he said, half smiling, half cowering.
"Id really like some chocolate right about now." I responded casually
He came over to the couch with a plate of milk and white chocolate chunks. I picked one up and set it in his palm, I grabbed up the chocolate and closed my lips making sure they rubbed his hand as the came together.
"would you like to move to the bedroom?" he asked, quivering.
"Im fine." I pushed him down and removed his shirt.
After we were finished frolicking and fucking, I asked to use his restroom. I removed the duct tape and boots and put the skirt and collared shirt back on, wiped off the make up, undid the extentions and slipped on my Keds. I left without a single goodbye to Shane, on the way out I picked up a piece of chocolate. I didnt take the money either.
when I got home, my husband and kids were already asleep. I went up to my room, put on my pajamas, and crawled into bed. I kissed my husbands cheek and said, "goodnight, I love you".
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