Blue collar Master, white collar slave

object, but once again he had walked out on me. Seeing him disappear I

held no illusions that I would not be there six thirty on the dot,

panting like a bitch in heat. He had my number, no doubt about it.

I looked at the clock and realized that I had to get back to work and

that quickly. Then I looked down myself and saw what a mess I was;

clothes rumpled and do doubt with disheveled hair. Luckily there were no

stains on my pants, at least none that showed on the outside, so I could

claim to have fallen down, something that also explained why I had been

away for so long. The remains of his cum, drying on my leg and in my

crack, felt very awkward but could of course not be seen by anyone.

Feeling this as I made my way back to work made me feel special and

erased whatever objections I might have had to tonight's meeting.

Of course I needen't have worried that anyone at work would notice

anything. Only one noticed my hair and none commented on my clothes.

They did notice that I left early, but since I hardly ever did that no

one commented on it.

Chapter 2

The Bates Motel turned out to be a modern, sprawling motel off

the turnpike. I arrived there by taxi at precisely six thirty. In the

parking lot there were no less than four Dodge Rams, all red, but only

one had a huge chrome roll bar, a dazzling array of extra lights and was

polished to a high mirror shine. It had to be his and as I knocked on

the door in front of the car, it turned out I was right. "You're late

Doll," he drawled with a lazy smile on his face, "but that's alright.

You're gonna get the chance to make up for it." Stumped I nodded meekly

and at his invitation I came into the room, hearing the door close

behind me. I hadn't even sat down my briefcase when I felt his hand on

my ass, cupping it, feeling me up. I had imagined some conversation

before this, but again he cut me off by kissing me, this time on the