Train Rides and Golf Clubs (part 2)

Here's the next part of my story "Train Rides and Golf Clubs".  I'd like to publish on literotica.com but would love some feedback first.

Train Rides and Golf Clubs (part 1)

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Temp Job and what next?

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Temp Job Teaser

Thought I'd let you see the beginning of what I hope will be my next post on Literotica.  Let me know what you think...

The phone rang, as it sometimes did, at 8:30 on a Monday morning.  "Hi Nicki, this is Liz at he agency.  Are you available today?  One of our clients has been let down and they really need someone with keyboard skills to start at 9:30 this morning.  In about an hour."

"Um..." My mind was racing.  An hour.  Shower, dress, coffee.  "Where are they based?"

"That's the thing."  Said Liz.  "They're just around the corner from you."

She gave me the address.  I knew the place.  "Sure--No problem.  I can be there in an hour.  Who do I ask for?"

"Larry." Liz replied. "Larry Higgs."

I jumped in the shower.  I love a hot shower in the morning.  I don't understand how anyone could want a cold shower.  But when the water is so hot it makes you tingle, when you come out blushing and the mirror has steamed up, I love it. I wrapped myself in a towel and dried my hair, then I picked out something to wear.  Over the past year, I had realised that getting asked back to a job happened much more regularly when I was careful what I wore.  "Hmmm.  I said to myself, "What would Larry like?"

I decided on a short, tight skirt, and a sleeveless silk blouse; stockings and high heels.  Lipstick blood red, and dark eye shadow (just a tickle of gold blush on my cheeks--but then that's just me).

By ten past nine I was walking towards the office, but had not managed breakfast.  I popped into the local coffee shop, to grab a cup which I could drink on the way--it was half way between my flat and the office.

I was standing in line behind this well dressed man--maybe late forties or early fifties.  Sports jacket and chinos, well kept grey hair.  I couldn't help myself, but did notice that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.  When he got to the front of the queue the barista asked him who the drink was for.  "Larry." He replied.

"Huh." I thought.  "Coincidence."

Well, the queue kept on growing and the baristas were working as fast as they could, but, as it happened, Larry and my drinks came up at about the same time.  He was adding sugar to his, and I was just trying to get the lid on mine.  Maybe it was because I was in a hurry, maybe it was because I was distracted by his distinguished looks, but the disaster happened.  When I tried to push the lid on my cup it slipped over and spilled--splashing my blouse.  Before I even thought, I growled, "Fuck."  Then tried mopping myself up. The barista came to help and Larry did too.  A couple of spots had hit his shirt, but that was as nothing to the state of my blouse.  "Damn, damn, Damn."  I said. "I am so sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Said Larry.

I gave him a big smile for that.

"This kind of thing happens when I am in too much of a hurry."

"I know what you mean." He said, this time with a smile--he was looking me up and down.

I smiled back and bit my lower-lip--men seem to love that.  Makes me seem all innocent.

"You see," I continued, "I am supposed to be starting a new job.  I'm hardly going to impress my boss if I turn up looking like this."

"I am sure she'll be very understanding."

"Err.  He, actually."

"Well, he'll certainly be understanding then."

I leaned forward a little and whispered, "I am actually wondering if it's you.  You see, his name is Larry Higgs."

His smile turned into a grin.  "This is your lucky day.  You just spilled coffee on your new boss's shirt.  You're the girl that Liz sent from the agency?"

I nodded, and smiled, "Yup.  Sorry.  Do I still have a job?"

What Next?

I have had lots of lovely feedback from the people who have read my stories on Literotica; some people have been giving me suggestions on what I might write next.  (Actually, there are a few more chapters already drafted but I'd like to intersperse them with some stories people have asked me to write).  Ideas so far:

• I meet a man and goes back to a hotel room.  A little light bondage goes too far and I am left spread-eagled on the bed and a vibrator deep inside.  Before the man goes he calls maintenance and writes on my stomach 'needs servicing'. 
• I travel by train in very cramped conditions and get felt up by someone--I don't know who.  I get very hot as a result.  Then on return journey, I have crazy sex with multiple young men.
• I get fucked with a lovely big cock between my tits.

So--what do you think?  Or have you another idea that you prefer?  Would you prefer more to happen between Nicki and her slave?

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