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The Working Girl Part One

Date: 10/1/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Incest, Male/Female, Prostitution, Author: Castlequeen, Rating: 95.1, Source: sexstories.com

some kind of good looking. The snack provided an interesting conversation as he kind of unburdened himself to me. Claire was indeed a bitch, she only cared about how much money they had so she could brag to their friends. He said she considered her children to be 'part of the package', and would rather have not had them. "That's so sad, they're great kids, she should treasure them. I do!" I thought I'd said too much and said so. "No, you're honest, which I get little of in my life. I appreciate it, it'd be nice if I could spend more time with someone who's totally honest with me." "Keep on buying me desserts, and I'll keep on being honest with you." I quipped. He laughed at that and promised to schedule me for "dessert breaks". Our joking led to a comment about not telling the wife, and I said I'd never squeal about spending private time with him. His face got serious and once again, I'd said too much. He looked at me and couldn't meet my eyes. "Did I say too much again?" "No," he said quietly, "it's just that I can't say anything right here." "if I upset you, I'm very sorry, I certainly didn't mean to. It was just a joke." "No, it's just that....damn it, why can't she be like you? Why can't she care?" He was starting to lose control, and his cool facade was starting to crumble. "She doesn't give a damn about the kids, she doesn't give a damn about me, the only thing she cares about is money, and the only person in the whole goddamned world that will be honest with me is my ... kid's nanny? That's a helluva thing." I was worried this might become a problem, and I really did want to comfort him, so I took his hand. "Is it work things, too?" I asked softly. "Yes, my partners are all conniving swine who would sell their mothers for a buck, and I'm trying to manage people's retirements and college funds, and treat them fairly. It seems like no one gives a damn anymore about doing things the right and honest way." "I do. Why do you think I'm going to law school some day? I want to be one of the good ones." "You already are. Um, this is getting kind of, uh, open, can we go somewhere else to keep talking? A park or the waterfront? I just want to talk with someone who's not lying to me." The poor man was falling apart, and not just because I wanted to sleep with him, I wanted to help him, to at least be a sounding board for his troubles. I made a decision I'd hoped wouldn't be a disaster. "Look, my house isn't that far from here, my folks are out of town this week, I'll make you some tea and be honest with you 100%. You can let it all out, and I won't be a bitch, or judgmental, or anything like that. I'll just be your friend who will listen." "Would you really? I don't want you to think, that well, I'm putting moves on you or anything?" "Not at all. Honest conversation. Honest answers. At my regular wages, I might add." I finished with a slight giggle. "Well, hell, your wages are a lot less than I'd pay a therapist to listen to my problems. You're on!" At my ...