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Professional."
    "It's part of the package I've prepared."
    "You can show me your package when we get to
my apartment, Jones."
    I looked back to see her slip her panties
aside, her hands moving over her pussy. My cock was so hard as I
sat there, not quite knowing what to say. I could smell the faint
but growing aroma of her arousal as she touched herself, and it
sent shivers down my spine.
    "Turn here," she said, directing me into a
residential street off the little park at the top of the hill.
    I managed to focus enough to slot the car
into one of the few available places on the street, and then Zoey
leaned forward, and suddenly covered my face with what I knew
instantly was her underwear. I breathed in the exhilarating scent
of her perfume and her pussy.
    "Are you ready to serve, Jones?"
    "Of course, Ma'am."
    "Good. I think this evening I need a
massage."
     
     
*
     
     
    Zoey had a great place. It was a row house -
the end unit - two floors and a basement offering high ceilings and
stylish interior decor. Walking through the first floor's open plan
kitchen living space, which had the interior wall left as bare
brick to give the place a cozy, slightly artsy feel, we ascended to
a second floor that was white-washed throughout. This place had to
be three times the square footage of the cruddy suburban apartment
I shared with Robin. Spacious, bright, clean, it made me suddenly
covet her VP's salary.
    The massage table was already set up in her
bedroom, making this after-hours visit appear a touch premeditated.
It was a sturdy-looking table with a cushioned brown-leather top
and strong steel legs that could probably have propped up a rhino
or two. Not a cheap massage table at all.
    "I used to play tennis in college," she
explained as she noticed the look on my face. "I was always getting
muscle strains, so I used to get regular massages."
    I actually found myself pleased to find the
old thing was a trifle dusty, it hadn't been used in a while.
Somehow the thought of her using it, that some masseur had touched
her body while she'd been stretched out before him, caused flickers
of jealousy within me.
    "Hey, there's some towels in the closet down
the end of the hall," Zoey said, removing her glasses, then
ushering me away as she began to unfasten the buttons on her white
shirt. Calling after me, "Oh, and get some oil from the bathroom,
Jones!"
    The stack of towels was easy enough to find,
and even they had a hint of luxury about them - white and fluffy
like the kind you'd want to steal from a top hotel. The oil was
hidden away behind the mirrored door of a bathroom cabinet above
the sink. Coconut-scented.
    I returned to find her removing her white
lace bra, leaving such a stunning sight that it made me pause a
moment or two before re-entering the bedroom.
    "Put the big towels down for me to lie on,"
she said, assuming I was there, so denying me the ability to wait
and gawp.
    She already had a small towel - a bright pink
one - which she had hung around her waist. She climbed onto the
massage table and lay face-down. I draped my jacket over the arm of
one of the couches, and then proceeded to roll up my shirt sleeves,
knowing I'd only get oil all over them otherwise.
    "Your briefing was good, Jones. You should
definitely get a reward for that. I think conversation privileges
for the rest of the evening might be a suitable reward, don't
you?"
    "Yes, Ma'am."
    "Okay, we'll relax our Question rule."
    "Thank you, Ma'am."
    "You going to take off your clothes? I can't
see my beautiful cock if you don't," she said, her voice so smooth
and seductive, lighting a fire within me.
    She gave me a simple little silent nod, yet
those expressive dark eyes of hers made it clear she wanted to
watch me strip. I can tell you, it felt a lot easier taking my
clothes off in the confines of her private apartment. I still found
myself a touch nervous, but it was more about whether she was
impressed by what she saw, whether this lowly man was ultimately
going