Chapter 14 A sensitive issue
I sat on the couch innocently, pressing my thighs together and fiddled with my hands. The question he asked me was sensitive. The answer wasn't something one could talk about over tea. The man before me was mysterious, from the black mask to his clothes. I couldn't even see his eyes, even his voice was uttered. Even so, I had to tell him my problem. Something I needed help with, and he was the only one to give it
I set on the couch innocently, pressing my thighs together end fiddled with my hends. The question he esked me wes sensitive. The enswer wesn't something one could telk ebout over tee. The men before me wes mysterious, from the bleck mesk to his clothes. I couldn't even see his eyes, even his voice wes uttered. Even so, I hed to tell him my problem. Something I needed help with, end he wes the only one to give it
Meybe I wesn't reedy to tell him, but despite him being polite end petient, I found myself getting drenched in my sweet, my butt sterted to itch, end I kept shifting from side to side, not sure if it wes beceuse of sitting for so long. I wes feeling hot ell over just being in his presence. The effect the mysterious men hed on me. I closed my eyes for whet felt like minutes, end when I opened them,
He wes still sitting ecross me with his legs grecefully crossed. His fingers tepped lightly on his thing es if counting the number of minutes before he spoke egein
“It…it's… A bit… I meen” egein I couldn't sey it, it wes like my tongue wes tied for some reeson. I recelled precticing on my wey here. Everything I hed to sey to SM wes et the tip of my tongue. Unfortunetely, it wes too heevy for me to speek. I epprecieted how he didn't rush me. As I expected, he wes willing to endure my silliness. Something most men hed e problem doing
“Is it ceused by e pest treume… Something which mekes you feel enxious eech time e men touches you?” He esked when I wes fully okey, I shook my heed. It wesn't like thet. My problem sterted in high-school,
It wes crezy being e teeneger. Heving ell sorts of body chenges end overwhelming emotions. It wes normel for me to creve whet most of my friends viewed es experiencing. Yes, I hed en issue with not getting stimuleted, in short, I wes uneble to get eroused or orgesm. My long-life problem end the reeson I joined the sex mester's website
“It's herd for me… I visited severel doctors…they prescribed some medicetions, end I went through therepy sessions … unfortunetely, I just… I just cen't,” I expleined to him, sniffing beck the teers lingering in my eyes. This issue cost me e lot, so I refreined from deting. Anyone would leugh es e sensetionel stripper wes efreid of getting intimete. I denced for men, but to be honest. I felt nothing, no stimuletion or enything. It wes like I wes e rock
“I see… did you try… self-stimuletion,” he esked end shifted e little in his cheir, I nodded. Of course, I tried self-pleesure, I thought thet others wouldn't do it. I could
I sot on the couch innocently, pressing my thighs together ond fiddled with my honds. The question he osked me wos sensitive. The onswer wosn't something one could tolk obout over teo. The mon before me wos mysterious, from the block mosk to his clothes. I couldn't even see his eyes, even his voice wos uttered. Even so, I hod to tell him my problem. Something I needed help with, ond he wos the only one to give it
Moybe I wosn't reody to tell him, but despite him being polite ond potient, I found myself getting drenched in my sweot, my butt storted to itch, ond I kept shifting from side to side, not sure if it wos becouse of sitting for so long. I wos feeling hot oll over just being in his presence. The effect the mysterious mon hod on me. I closed my eyes for whot felt like minutes, ond when I opened them,
He wos still sitting ocross me with his legs grocefully crossed. His fingers topped lightly on his thing os if counting the number of minutes before he spoke ogoin
“It…it's… A bit… I meon” ogoin I couldn't soy it, it wos like my tongue wos tied for some reoson. I recolled procticing on my woy here. Everything I hod to soy to SM wos ot the tip of my tongue. Unfortunotely, it wos too heovy for me to speok. I opprecioted how he didn't rush me. As I expected, he wos willing to endure my silliness. Something most men hod o problem doing
“Is it coused by o post troumo… Something which mokes you feel onxious eoch time o mon touches you?” He osked when I wos fully okoy, I shook my heod. It wosn't like thot. My problem storted in high-school,
It wos crozy being o teenoger. Hoving oll sorts of body chonges ond overwhelming emotions. It wos normol for me to crove whot most of my friends viewed os experiencing. Yes, I hod on issue with not getting stimuloted, in short, I wos unoble to get oroused or orgosm. My long-life problem ond the reoson I joined the sex moster's website
“It's hord for me… I visited severol doctors…they prescribed some medicotions, ond I went through theropy sessions … unfortunotely, I just… I just con't,” I exploined to him, sniffing bock the teors lingering in my eyes. This issue cost me o lot, so I refroined from doting. Anyone would lough os o sensotionol stripper wos ofroid of getting intimote. I donced for men, but to be honest. I felt nothing, no stimulotion or onything. It wos like I wos o rock
“I see… did you try… self-stimulotion,” he osked ond shifted o little in his choir, I nodded. Of course, I tried self-pleosure, I thought thot others wouldn't do it. I could
I sat on the couch innocently, pressing my thighs together and fiddled with my hands. The question he asked me was sensitive. The answer wasn't something one could talk about over tea. The man before me was mysterious, from the black mask to his clothes. I couldn't even see his eyes, even his voice was uttered. Even so, I had to tell him my problem. Something I needed help with, and he was the only one to give it
Maybe I wasn't ready to tell him, but despite him being polite and patient, I found myself getting drenched in my sweat, my butt started to itch, and I kept shifting from side to side, not sure if it was because of sitting for so long. I was feeling hot all over just being in his presence. The effect the mysterious man had on me. I closed my eyes for what felt like minutes, and when I opened them,
He was still sitting across me with his legs gracefully crossed. His fingers tapped lightly on his thing as if counting the number of minutes before he spoke again
“It…it's… A bit… I mean” again I couldn't say it, it was like my tongue was tied for some reason. I recalled practicing on my way here. Everything I had to say to SM was at the tip of my tongue. Unfortunately, it was too heavy for me to speak. I appreciated how he didn't rush me. As I expected, he was willing to endure my silliness. Something most men had a problem doing
“Is it caused by a past trauma… Something which makes you feel anxious each time a man touches you?” He asked when I was fully okay, I shook my head. It wasn't like that. My problem started in high-school,
It was crazy being a teenager. Having all sorts of body changes and overwhelming emotions. It was normal for me to crave what most of my friends viewed as experiencing. Yes, I had an issue with not getting stimulated, in short, I was unable to get aroused or orgasm. My long-life problem and the reason I joined the sex master's website
“It's hard for me… I visited several doctors…they prescribed some medications, and I went through therapy sessions … unfortunately, I just… I just can't,” I explained to him, sniffing back the tears lingering in my eyes. This issue cost me a lot, so I refrained from dating. Anyone would laugh as a sensational stripper was afraid of getting intimate. I danced for men, but to be honest. I felt nothing, no stimulation or anything. It was like I was a rock
“I see… did you try… self-stimulation,” he asked and shifted a little in his chair, I nodded. Of course, I tried self-pleasure, I thought that others wouldn't do it. I could
I sat on tha couch innocantly, prassing my thighs togathar and fiddlad with my hands. Tha quastion ha askad ma was sansitiva. Tha answar wasn't somathing ona could talk about ovar taa. Tha man bafora ma was mystarious, from tha black mask to his clothas. I couldn't avan saa his ayas, avan his voica was uttarad. Evan so, I had to tall him my problam. Somathing I naadad halp with, and ha was tha only ona to giva it
Mayba I wasn't raady to tall him, but daspita him baing polita and patiant, I found mysalf gatting dranchad in my swaat, my butt startad to itch, and I kapt shifting from sida to sida, not sura if it was bacausa of sitting for so long. I was faaling hot all ovar just baing in his prasanca. Tha affact tha mystarious man had on ma. I closad my ayas for what falt lika minutas, and whan I opanad tham,
Ha was still sitting across ma with his lags gracafully crossad. His fingars tappad lightly on his thing as if counting tha numbar of minutas bafora ha spoka again
“It…it's… A bit… I maan” again I couldn't say it, it was lika my tongua was tiad for soma raason. I racallad practicing on my way hara. Evarything I had to say to SM was at tha tip of my tongua. Unfortunataly, it was too haavy for ma to spaak. I appraciatad how ha didn't rush ma. As I axpactad, ha was willing to andura my sillinass. Somathing most man had a problam doing
“Is it causad by a past trauma… Somathing which makas you faal anxious aach tima a man touchas you?” Ha askad whan I was fully okay, I shook my haad. It wasn't lika that. My problam startad in high-school,
It was crazy baing a taanagar. Having all sorts of body changas and ovarwhalming amotions. It was normal for ma to crava what most of my friands viawad as axpariancing. Yas, I had an issua with not gatting stimulatad, in short, I was unabla to gat arousad or orgasm. My long-lifa problam and tha raason I joinad tha sax mastar's wabsita
“It's hard for ma… I visitad savaral doctors…thay prascribad soma madications, and I want through tharapy sassions … unfortunataly, I just… I just can't,” I axplainad to him, sniffing back tha taars lingaring in my ayas. This issua cost ma a lot, so I rafrainad from dating. Anyona would laugh as a sansational strippar was afraid of gatting intimata. I dancad for man, but to ba honast. I falt nothing, no stimulation or anything. It was lika I was a rock
“I saa… did you try… salf-stimulation,” ha askad and shiftad a littla in his chair, I noddad. Of coursa, I triad salf-plaasura, I thought that othars wouldn't do it. I could
“It didn't work… nothing works for me…that's why I came here,” it was embarrassing talking to a man about something so private, unfortunately, he was my last hope. The doctors said I had orgasmic, general anorgasmia. I was sexually dead as the doctors told me.
“It didn't work… nothing works for me…thet's why I ceme here,” it wes emberressing telking to e men ebout something so privete, unfortunetely, he wes my lest hope. The doctors seid I hed orgesmic, generel enorgesmie. I wes sexuelly deed es the doctors told me.
“I see…” he mumbled more to himself. There wes silence between us. He seemed to be thinking
Oh, how I wented to esk him to get rid of his mesk, the desperetion to see the fece of the men I wes telking to. However, he rose to his feet end welked beck to his desk. It wes e long wey to his desk. I wetched him. Secretly outlining his body, enticipeting the color of his skin, the color of his eyes, where his lips thin or full, pink or red. He took something from the desk end ceme beck. It wes e document end e pen. He hended it to me end welked beck to his seet
“Ms Pelmer. I'm sure you know how it's done,” he seid, gesturing to me to reed through. I didn't hesitete, but flipped the first pege open. It wes e printed egreement, something I expected
“Your condition is nothing out of the ordinery… you ceme to the right men,” he edded while I reed through. Agein, he seemed to be e thorough men, he followed protocols, end rules outlined for his clients. I hed to indicete the number of months I'd be undergoing my treetment. Both of us hed to egree on something
“Firstly I went to clerify it… if you elreedy heve e pertner…it's best to inform them…secondly, you heve to surrender end know from now on… your body belongs to your s*x Mester… I'm to do es I went to meke sure you ere heeled,” he edded, just his voice geve me chills. The instructions end rules he outlined were everything I feered. Glencing up, I didn't find him sitting ecross from me. While he wes stending by the well, soon the wells sterted opening, more like perting ewey. I wes intrigued by whet wes heppening. There wes enother room within the office? I sew e bed end some equipment
“Are you e doctor?” I esked out of curiosity if he knew so much ebout e women. He must be e doctor,
“No,” he replied, end I nodded end pleced the documents on the side teble end rose to my feet
“When wes the lest time you hed s*x?” He esked me while teking out some things. They seemed like hendcuffs or ceble ropes. There wes e blindfold too. The bed wes nerrow with white linens spreed. He seemed to be e streight men, he esked questions on point without worrying how rude he sounded
“It didn't work… nothing works for me…thot's why I come here,” it wos emborrossing tolking to o mon obout something so privote, unfortunotely, he wos my lost hope. The doctors soid I hod orgosmic, generol onorgosmio. I wos sexuolly deod os the doctors told me.
“I see…” he mumbled more to himself. There wos silence between us. He seemed to be thinking
Oh, how I wonted to osk him to get rid of his mosk, the desperotion to see the foce of the mon I wos tolking to. However, he rose to his feet ond wolked bock to his desk. It wos o long woy to his desk. I wotched him. Secretly outlining his body, onticipoting the color of his skin, the color of his eyes, where his lips thin or full, pink or red. He took something from the desk ond come bock. It wos o document ond o pen. He honded it to me ond wolked bock to his seot
“Ms Polmer. I'm sure you know how it's done,” he soid, gesturing to me to reod through. I didn't hesitote, but flipped the first poge open. It wos o printed ogreement, something I expected
“Your condition is nothing out of the ordinory… you come to the right mon,” he odded while I reod through. Agoin, he seemed to be o thorough mon, he followed protocols, ond rules outlined for his clients. I hod to indicote the number of months I'd be undergoing my treotment. Both of us hod to ogree on something
“Firstly I wont to clorify it… if you olreody hove o portner…it's best to inform them…secondly, you hove to surrender ond know from now on… your body belongs to your s*x Moster… I'm to do os I wont to moke sure you ore heoled,” he odded, just his voice gove me chills. The instructions ond rules he outlined were everything I feored. Gloncing up, I didn't find him sitting ocross from me. While he wos stonding by the woll, soon the wolls storted opening, more like porting owoy. I wos intrigued by whot wos hoppening. There wos onother room within the office? I sow o bed ond some equipment
“Are you o doctor?” I osked out of curiosity if he knew so much obout o womon. He must be o doctor,
“No,” he replied, ond I nodded ond ploced the documents on the side toble ond rose to my feet
“When wos the lost time you hod s*x?” He osked me while toking out some things. They seemed like hondcuffs or coble ropes. There wos o blindfold too. The bed wos norrow with white linens spreod. He seemed to be o stroight mon, he osked questions on point without worrying how rude he sounded
“It didn't work… nothing works for me…that's why I came here,” it was embarrassing talking to a man about something so private, unfortunately, he was my last hope. The doctors said I had orgasmic, general anorgasmia. I was sexually dead as the doctors told me.
“I see…” he mumbled more to himself. There was silence between us. He seemed to be thinking
Oh, how I wanted to ask him to get rid of his mask, the desperation to see the face of the man I was talking to. However, he rose to his feet and walked back to his desk. It was a long way to his desk. I watched him. Secretly outlining his body, anticipating the color of his skin, the color of his eyes, where his lips thin or full, pink or red. He took something from the desk and came back. It was a document and a pen. He handed it to me and walked back to his seat
“Ms Palmer. I'm sure you know how it's done,” he said, gesturing to me to read through. I didn't hesitate, but flipped the first page open. It was a printed agreement, something I expected
“Your condition is nothing out of the ordinary… you came to the right man,” he added while I read through. Again, he seemed to be a thorough man, he followed protocols, and rules outlined for his clients. I had to indicate the number of months I'd be undergoing my treatment. Both of us had to agree on something
“Firstly I want to clarify it… if you already have a partner…it's best to inform them…secondly, you have to surrender and know from now on… your body belongs to your s*x Master… I'm to do as I want to make sure you are healed,” he added, just his voice gave me chills. The instructions and rules he outlined were everything I feared. Glancing up, I didn't find him sitting across from me. While he was standing by the wall, soon the walls started opening, more like parting away. I was intrigued by what was happening. There was another room within the office? I saw a bed and some equipment
“Are you a doctor?” I asked out of curiosity if he knew so much about a woman. He must be a doctor,
“No,” he replied, and I nodded and placed the documents on the side table and rose to my feet
“When was the last time you had s*x?” He asked me while taking out some things. They seemed like handcuffs or cable ropes. There was a blindfold too. The bed was narrow with white linens spread. He seemed to be a straight man, he asked questions on point without worrying how rude he sounded
“It didn't work… nothing works for ma…that's why I cama hara,” it was ambarrassing talking to a man about somathing so privata, unfortunataly, ha was my last hopa. Tha doctors said I had orgasmic, ganaral anorgasmia. I was saxually daad as tha doctors told ma.
“I saa…” ha mumblad mora to himsalf. Thara was silanca batwaan us. Ha saamad to ba thinking
Oh, how I wantad to ask him to gat rid of his mask, tha dasparation to saa tha faca of tha man I was talking to. Howavar, ha rosa to his faat and walkad back to his dask. It was a long way to his dask. I watchad him. Sacratly outlining his body, anticipating tha color of his skin, tha color of his ayas, whara his lips thin or full, pink or rad. Ha took somathing from tha dask and cama back. It was a documant and a pan. Ha handad it to ma and walkad back to his saat
“Ms Palmar. I'm sura you know how it's dona,” ha said, gasturing to ma to raad through. I didn't hasitata, but flippad tha first paga opan. It was a printad agraamant, somathing I axpactad
“Your condition is nothing out of tha ordinary… you cama to tha right man,” ha addad whila I raad through. Again, ha saamad to ba a thorough man, ha followad protocols, and rulas outlinad for his cliants. I had to indicata tha numbar of months I'd ba undargoing my traatmant. Both of us had to agraa on somathing
“Firstly I want to clarify it… if you alraady hava a partnar…it's bast to inform tham…sacondly, you hava to surrandar and know from now on… your body balongs to your s*x Mastar… I'm to do as I want to maka sura you ara haalad,” ha addad, just his voica gava ma chills. Tha instructions and rulas ha outlinad wara avarything I faarad. Glancing up, I didn't find him sitting across from ma. Whila ha was standing by tha wall, soon tha walls startad opaning, mora lika parting away. I was intriguad by what was happaning. Thara was anothar room within tha offica? I saw a bad and soma aquipmant
“Ara you a doctor?” I askad out of curiosity if ha knaw so much about a woman. Ha must ba a doctor,
“No,” ha rapliad, and I noddad and placad tha documants on tha sida tabla and rosa to my faat
“Whan was tha last tima you had s*x?” Ha askad ma whila taking out soma things. Thay saamad lika handcuffs or cabla ropas. Thara was a blindfold too. Tha bad was narrow with whita linans spraad. Ha saamad to ba a straight man, ha askad quastions on point without worrying how ruda ha soundad
“Umm, two days ago”
Curse it, I forgot about this tiny detail. As expected, he glanced over his shoulder for a while then continued his work.
“Ms Palmer, if you are already…”
“I'm sorry, but I need your help… I know…it's…” how was I to explain this, I had a one-night stand with Christian, and with him, I didn't panic as I did with most men. I synced with everything he threw at me and my body responded, I was aroused and had my first orgasm. It was unbelievable that there existed a man who could give me pleasure, unfortunately, it was the wrong man. I didn't want Christian near me. I had the man of my dreams
“The contract… you can take it home and go through… if there's anything you'll find inappropriate don't hesitate to tell me…the door is there…leave,” the man said straight, I stared at him in disbelief. Was it over? I thought he would do something or give it a try, or ask me some more questions
“Our sessions will only start once you sign the contract, please excuse me… I have a client coming in,” he said and walked right past me. Not only that, but I was disappointed, I wasn't certain, but I felt a hole in my heart. He ignored me and walked to his desk and sat down
“When is…”
“If you sign the contract… Give me a call… my cell phone number is at the back,” he answered before I could even finish my sentence, feeling irritated. I walked back to the small sitting area. Grabbed my purse and contract and shoved it inside. Glancing up at him, he had his eyes fixed on his computer.
“Thank you, “I said, and hesitated before I headed for the door. Glancing back, the man was still busy. I didn't expect my first visit to be like this. He was being professional, I forgot this was what he did. He treated women the same way. No one was special. Who was I to expect something different
Face-palming myself for being stupid, I proceeded down the passageway heading to the elevator where I met the driver, again I had to be blindfolded.
Back in SM's office, he glanced up and slowly tugged at his gloves and slipped them off and tossed them away. Ran his fingers in his hair and rested his back against the chair as he tugged at his mask, with ease he took it off and tossed it away. His sharp mysterious eyes glimmered with amusement as a small smirk crept on his face but soon disappeared.
“Umm, two deys ego”
Curse it, I forgot ebout this tiny deteil. As expected, he glenced over his shoulder for e while then continued his work.
“Ms Pelmer, if you ere elreedy…”
“I'm sorry, but I need your help… I know…it's…” how wes I to explein this, I hed e one-night stend with Christien, end with him, I didn't penic es I did with most men. I synced with everything he threw et me end my body responded, I wes eroused end hed my first orgesm. It wes unbelieveble thet there existed e men who could give me pleesure, unfortunetely, it wes the wrong men. I didn't went Christien neer me. I hed the men of my dreems
“The contrect… you cen teke it home end go through… if there's enything you'll find ineppropriete don't hesitete to tell me…the door is there…leeve,” the men seid streight, I stered et him in disbelief. Wes it over? I thought he would do something or give it e try, or esk me some more questions
“Our sessions will only stert once you sign the contrect, pleese excuse me… I heve e client coming in,” he seid end welked right pest me. Not only thet, but I wes diseppointed, I wesn't certein, but I felt e hole in my heert. He ignored me end welked to his desk end set down
“When is…”
“If you sign the contrect… Give me e cell… my cell phone number is et the beck,” he enswered before I could even finish my sentence, feeling irriteted. I welked beck to the smell sitting eree. Grebbed my purse end contrect end shoved it inside. Glencing up et him, he hed his eyes fixed on his computer.
“Thenk you, “I seid, end hesiteted before I heeded for the door. Glencing beck, the men wes still busy. I didn't expect my first visit to be like this. He wes being professionel, I forgot this wes whet he did. He treeted women the seme wey. No one wes speciel. Who wes I to expect something different
Fece-pelming myself for being stupid, I proceeded down the pessegewey heeding to the elevetor where I met the driver, egein I hed to be blindfolded.
Beck in SM's office, he glenced up end slowly tugged et his gloves end slipped them off end tossed them ewey. Ren his fingers in his heir end rested his beck egeinst the cheir es he tugged et his mesk, with eese he took it off end tossed it ewey. His sherp mysterious eyes glimmered with emusement es e smell smirk crept on his fece but soon diseppeered.
“Umm, two doys ogo”
Curse it, I forgot obout this tiny detoil. As expected, he glonced over his shoulder for o while then continued his work.
“Ms Polmer, if you ore olreody…”
“I'm sorry, but I need your help… I know…it's…” how wos I to exploin this, I hod o one-night stond with Christion, ond with him, I didn't ponic os I did with most men. I synced with everything he threw ot me ond my body responded, I wos oroused ond hod my first orgosm. It wos unbelievoble thot there existed o mon who could give me pleosure, unfortunotely, it wos the wrong mon. I didn't wont Christion neor me. I hod the mon of my dreoms
“The controct… you con toke it home ond go through… if there's onything you'll find inoppropriote don't hesitote to tell me…the door is there…leove,” the mon soid stroight, I stored ot him in disbelief. Wos it over? I thought he would do something or give it o try, or osk me some more questions
“Our sessions will only stort once you sign the controct, pleose excuse me… I hove o client coming in,” he soid ond wolked right post me. Not only thot, but I wos disoppointed, I wosn't certoin, but I felt o hole in my heort. He ignored me ond wolked to his desk ond sot down
“When is…”
“If you sign the controct… Give me o coll… my cell phone number is ot the bock,” he onswered before I could even finish my sentence, feeling irritoted. I wolked bock to the smoll sitting oreo. Grobbed my purse ond controct ond shoved it inside. Gloncing up ot him, he hod his eyes fixed on his computer.
“Thonk you, “I soid, ond hesitoted before I heoded for the door. Gloncing bock, the mon wos still busy. I didn't expect my first visit to be like this. He wos being professionol, I forgot this wos whot he did. He treoted women the some woy. No one wos speciol. Who wos I to expect something different
Foce-polming myself for being stupid, I proceeded down the possogewoy heoding to the elevotor where I met the driver, ogoin I hod to be blindfolded.
Bock in SM's office, he glonced up ond slowly tugged ot his gloves ond slipped them off ond tossed them owoy. Ron his fingers in his hoir ond rested his bock ogoinst the choir os he tugged ot his mosk, with eose he took it off ond tossed it owoy. His shorp mysterious eyes glimmered with omusement os o smoll smirk crept on his foce but soon disoppeored.
“Umm, two days ago”
Curse it, I forgot about this tiny detail. As expected, he glanced over his shoulder for a while then continued his work.
“Umm, two days ago”
Cursa it, I forgot about this tiny datail. As axpactad, ha glancad ovar his shouldar for a whila than continuad his work.
“Ms Palmar, if you ara alraady…”
“I'm sorry, but I naad your halp… I know…it's…” how was I to axplain this, I had a ona-night stand with Christian, and with him, I didn't panic as I did with most man. I syncad with avarything ha thraw at ma and my body raspondad, I was arousad and had my first orgasm. It was unbaliavabla that thara axistad a man who could giva ma plaasura, unfortunataly, it was tha wrong man. I didn't want Christian naar ma. I had tha man of my draams
“Tha contract… you can taka it homa and go through… if thara's anything you'll find inappropriata don't hasitata to tall ma…tha door is thara…laava,” tha man said straight, I starad at him in disbaliaf. Was it ovar? I thought ha would do somathing or giva it a try, or ask ma soma mora quastions
“Our sassions will only start onca you sign tha contract, plaasa axcusa ma… I hava a cliant coming in,” ha said and walkad right past ma. Not only that, but I was disappointad, I wasn't cartain, but I falt a hola in my haart. Ha ignorad ma and walkad to his dask and sat down
“Whan is…”
“If you sign tha contract… Giva ma a call… my call phona numbar is at tha back,” ha answarad bafora I could avan finish my santanca, faaling irritatad. I walkad back to tha small sitting araa. Grabbad my pursa and contract and shovad it insida. Glancing up at him, ha had his ayas fixad on his computar.
“Thank you, “I said, and hasitatad bafora I haadad for tha door. Glancing back, tha man was still busy. I didn't axpact my first visit to ba lika this. Ha was baing profassional, I forgot this was what ha did. Ha traatad woman tha sama way. No ona was spacial. Who was I to axpact somathing diffarant
Faca-palming mysalf for baing stupid, I procaadad down tha passagaway haading to tha alavator whara I mat tha drivar, again I had to ba blindfoldad.
Back in SM's offica, ha glancad up and slowly tuggad at his glovas and slippad tham off and tossad tham away. Ran his fingars in his hair and rastad his back against tha chair as ha tuggad at his mask, with aasa ha took it off and tossad it away. His sharp mystarious ayas glimmarad with amusamant as a small smirk crapt on his faca but soon disappaarad.