Lady Luck 2

"Well, I guess you can try. Sure, go ahead."

"Hmmm ... well, I know I haven't any training but I think you might be ready for a fuck as well, Dicky boy."

"You've felt one of these before then, Desperate?"

"Oh yes, we've had one running wild around the office for a long time. It belongs to the Boss but somehow his doesn't seem to measure up to what you're offering, Mr Donkeydick."

"What about a test drive, Ms Doofer? Just around the block a couple of times?"

"Gee, I'd love to but I hope you don't charge by the inch because I'd need a heck of a time to pay."

"Oh no, it's a flat charge. One fee covers all sizes -- but I'll have to finish my customer survey before I can give you an exact price."

"With that very clever hand of yours again?"

I nodded: "Yep, that's right, Ms. Only this time I have to put it up your skirt to finish covering all the ground. Is that cool with you?"

"Er ... no. I'm starting to get hot instead of cool -- does that matter?

"No, Ms Doofer, not at all. You just sit here on my lap and we'll see how you stack up against the average customer."

"Like this, you mean?"

"That's exactly the right position, Ms Doofer. Now all I do is to put my hand down here and find out what your exact market potential is."

Chloe gasped and wriggled around on top of my stiff cock like a landed fish.

"Oh! I've never been surveyed before. Not like this, anyway. It's a pretty fun thing, isn't it?"

"It sure is -- and guess what, Ms, I've determined that you're about as ready for a numero uno fucking as you're ever likely to be in your life."

"You know, Mr Donkeydick, I was sure myself I would be -- isn't that a coincidence? But how much is it going to cost me though?"

"Uh -- a hundred francs."

"But I don't have any francs."

"No, but you will have when I take you to Paris. Now get your clothes off."

"Oh, you salesmen are all so masterful! I love it!"

It was no surprise at all that when I took her sweater off to find nothing at all underneath it. Chloe doesn't need any support but she's got everything she needs to let you know you've got her attention. And the kick I got from having her in my arms -- well, if NASA could put it into a rocket we'd have gotten to Mars long ago.

"Rand, it's so much fun being with you. You're my kind of fool."

"The feeling's mutual, honey. But about this deal ... I guess I went over the top, hey?"

"Aww, hell, you mean I'm not going to Paris after all? Why, Mr Donkeydick, I just bet you're not going to screw me either -- some salesman!"

"Come on, Chloe, you know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about Piet Schmued."

"What about him? Can't I start off with the good looking one before I have to work my way down the list to the Bill Gates lookalikes?"

"Jees, Chloe, I only just found you -- OK, you only just found me, I guess I mean to say. But it's not been 48 hour yet and already I'm talking about losing you."

She settled down on top of my legs, put her arms around my neck and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Rand, you fool, you're not losing me. We're headed for the big time, together. We just need to get things started, that's all. Hey, and don't think I didn't notice how fast you got back here as soon as I started talking about hitting on one of those guys. I don't think it was because you wanted to give any lectures on morality. So how about getting started and doing something with me, Mr Donkeydick?"

I growled like a menacing bear and slid my hands around her tight little buns. Smooth, smooth skin, all the way. "Say, Ms Doofer, aren't you kind of undercovered back there?"

She giggled: "Oh yeah, it's that boss of mine, that randy Rand. He's such an pain the ass that I only get to keep my job by showing him mine all the time."

"Yeah? The guy must be some kind of seriously sick pervert ... Say, can I take a look as well?"

"You mean like me taking my clothes off?"

"I guess that's one way of doing it."

"OK, let's try it and see what happens."

What happened was that I found myself next to the near naked body of the sexiest girl I'd ever seen anywhere, anytime.

Maybe Chloe wouldn't have got past the door at Hugh Hefner's mansion but then again maybe she would. Ask me why she always made me feel such a horny son of a bitch and I'll give you a straight answer -- I'd never known a girl before who just plain damn enjoyed being a girl so much. Maybe that makes sense to you, maybe not, but it always has done for me.

"So is this what your boss makes you do?"

"Sure. And you wouldn't believe what he makes me do next. Why I'd be too embarrassed to even tell you."

"Aw, shucks, ma'm, why a decent southern gal like you shouldn't have to tell me about all these dirty goings on. Why, you just hush your mouth and show me what you have to do."

"But I have to use my mouth to show you."

"That's fine, Ms Doofer, you go right ahead. I'll kind of think of something else while you're busy. Honestly, I don't give a damn."