He says things like that a lot.
Too often.
It makes me feel things I shouldn’t for a dude who pays to watch me jill off.
“You never answered my question.”
CalKor: That’s because I’m rude.
“Clearly. And you’re not answering again…”
CalKor: I’m okay. Tired. Busy time at work.
“I feel that.” I heave a sigh as I settle on the bed, scooting my feet under my ass as I lean on one hand because I know full well that he won’t start anything without a conversation first.
That’s sure been a learning curve seeing as most of my clients want me to get my tits out…
CalKor: You need to rest more.
“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” I tell him with a wry grin.
CalKor: Not funny! I should have you spank yourself for that.
I snort. “It’s fine.”
CalKor: Is it?
Taking a moment to give him a truthful answer, I slowly reply, “Things have been better, but they’ve also been worse. I’m getting there and that’s more than I figured I’d be doing at this point.”
CalKor: That sounds positive in a negative way.
Chuckling, I nod. “I guess it does. But I’m fine.”
He’s pulled a lot of weight in making that so—I’d have been financially screwed without him. The only reason I can sleep at all is because of CalKor.
CalKor: I love to hear that.
“Do you want to talk about work?” I ask kindly. “Off-load?”
CalKor: Nah. It’s all good. Just busy and I have a lot to prove.
“Why?”
CalKor: I’m new to my job and my boss is an asswipe. He didn’t really want me on board but HIS boss did so there are a lot of egos to satisfy.
I’ve never asked him what he does for a living, but I figure it’s high-powered considering how much he pays me.
Because I’m curious where I shouldn’t be, I change the subject. “Would you like me to help you destress?” I purr, leaning forward and shifting my arms so that my tits get squished between them.
CalKor: Fuck, beautiful. ‘Course I would.
Though I grace him with a coy smile, I pull on the hem of my shirt then tug at it so my tits are practically popping out from the neckline.
Teasing him is always fun, but I have to make Kor work for being naughty—we agreed,no tips.The guy spends two hundred a session and he’s upped that to twice a day.
It’s both a blessing and a curse to know that I have four hundred dollars coming in from him alone, but I can’t help feeling bad too.
That’s alotof money to spend on watching someone masturbate.