“Hey Chester, now Casey is working the mornings with me, could you sort him out a key too? In case I lose my marbles and misplace my keys again?”
“That’s no problem Sophie. I’ll have one cut and ready for him tomorrow.”
“Thanks Chester, I appreciate it.”
The rest of the morning goes fine without incident like usual. At 1pm we hand the shift over to the afternoon team, Donna and Franny.
We walk into the locker room together, I pick up my bag and take one more look to double check I didn’t miss my keys and there, in my zip pocket are, in fact, my keys which I swear I checked and double checked. Didn’t I? “That’s weird,” I frown at Casey, “I promise you I did check this pocket.”
“That’s odd then. Do you think someone borrowed your keys?” asks Casey, concern lacing his tone.
“Why would anyone? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Could you have dropped them and someone put them back in your bag seeing as it has your name on the keyring?”
“In the zipper of my handbag and not say anything? That seems even creepier.”
“Agreed. Is anything taken from your bag?” he asks and that hadn’t occurred to me to check.
“I literally have my keys, a lip gloss, my purse and throat drops. And they’re all here,” I say as I check all my cards are in my purse.”
“Are there cameras in the staff room?”
“Yeah I think so,” I say as I pull on my jacket and Casey picks up his helmet, following me out. We both look up at the camera at the end of the room.
“Ask the security guard to check?” suggests Casey but that seems like too much fuss.
“Nah, I have them now. Nothing has been taken, I’m sure it’s fine. Let’s go. I want to hear about your evening more than I want to hang around here to investigate.
“Are you sure, won’t take a minute I bet?” he offers.
“Forget it, I’ve moved on now. Let’s eat and talk. I need all the juicy details of your playmate job last night. See you there shortly,” I say as I climb into my car and watch him throw his leg over the bike. There really is something deliciously hot about seeing a man with a sexy black bike between his thighs. I must ask him to give me a ride some time.
TEN
Sophie
Casey is waiting for me with his helmet under his arm as I pull up to the cafe. He is a picture, breathtaking really. I give him a silly wave, smiling and climb out of my car and walk up to him. “Hungry?” I ask.
“Ravenous actually.”
“You go to the gym before work?” I ask, guessing that is partly to do with why he is so hungry.
“Yeah usually. I need muscles more than ever now,” he replies.
“Oh?” I question.
“If I’m throwing women around as per their instructions, I’m going to need the muscles to actually be useful as well as look good,” he grins as he raises up both arms to kiss each bicep like the goofball he is.
“Ah, I see. Do a bit of throwing your client around last night then did we?” I smirk, raising an eyebrow. Casey raises his chin a bit higher and puffs out his chest proudly.
“I did,” he grins, his eyes shining with pride and I can’t help but feel proud of him too. Then we both fall silent as we walk up to the register and order our food knowing what we’re going to eat.
When we’re settled in at a table inside the cafe gardens, I prompt Casey, “Tell me everything that is going on with you.”
“Soph, she was almost as old as my mum. I don’t know, could have been late forties, early fifties. I couldn’t tell because she didn’t look old, she looked fit, Elle Macpherson fit, like she takes good care of herself. Never did I think I would be bossed around and instructed as much as I was. It was mind blowing how dominant she was and how confident she was giving me instructions. I thought it was sexy, she turned me on, the whole experience turned me on. And now I can’t stop thinking about her, my cock, sorry to be so crude Soph, but my cock won’t behave because I’m constantly thinking about her. The amount of times I nearly had to excuse myself working with you today. What is happening? Have you ever felt this way about one of the clients?”
“Oh Casey, my sweet playboy, I sure have. A thousand times over I have. I’ve been at the Clarendon a few years now and some men can still do that to me. My advice is always to get under another client to forget or move on from the last one. There will always be clients who you just have that spark with. You can’t escape that, and that is the ultimate perk of the job, the ones you reallyreallyenjoy. I have a few clients who book me often and I always apply for their type of jobs hoping it’s them. Sure, I never know whose job I’m applying for, but there are subtle hints to show it’s them. And they always choose me. At least once a month I get to see one or two of my regulars and we just enjoy each other. Me as much as them. But I don’t know them, I am not meant to know them. So I do the jobs and go home. And I apply for the next job and that helps me moveon. We can’t get involved with them, Casey, we can’t ask questions nor can they. We are each anonymous for a good reason.” I’m saying all this whilst at the back of my mind I call myself the hypocrite I am. Telling Casey to do one thing and here I am going out to dinner with one of my clients. Here I am with an online Dom, who somehow knows what jobs are being listed and telling me to apply for them. I am breaking every rule in the book. But I don’t want that for Casey, he’s too new and he needs to enjoy this job for every part of it like I have done.
