I glance at my watch. It’s almost quarter to twelve. If I go in on him now, I should be able to get him off in like ten minutes, maybe fifteen. But that’ll be pushing it. I am a stickler about not having my clients wait. If I give them an appointment time, then that’s what it is, unless it’s an emergency situation. Otherwise, I think it’s poor business practice to have someone sitting around waiting for you when they’ve made an appointment.

“Hold on,” I tell him, placing the receiver down on the desk, then getting up to lock the door. I return to the phone and sit back behind the desk. “I have on a purple thong.”

“Damn, yo…I wish I could smell them shits; you know, suck on ’em while I beat this dick.”

I smile. He’s such a nasty ass. “Ooh, baby, I wish you were here so I could suck all over your dick. Spit all over it, and gulp it down. Aaaah…baby, I miss that dick. I can’t wait to feel it deep in my hot pussy…”

“Yeah, baby, talk that nasty shit, yo…”

“You want me to straddle your face, and lower this wet pussy down on your mouth, so you can suck my clit and tongue fuck me while I swallow your fat, black cock?”

“Aaah, shit yeah…”

I glance at my watch. Five minutes to go. I have to speed this up. I speak in a low throaty whisper, careful that no one walking past my office door can hear me. But if I were home, I’d be panting and moaning loud as hell. I keep my eye on my watch. Count the seconds, then the minutes. “Oh, baby, you got my hole so slippery…”

“Yeah, you like how this dick feels?”

“Oh, yes…fuck me! Uh…fuck me! Uhhh…aaah shit…you making me cum, baby…”

“Yeah, take this dick, baby…bounce that ass up on it…”

“Fuck me! Harder…faster…deeper…uh, ooooh…you got my pussy so wide open…”

“Yeah, that’s my pussy…I’ma tear that shit up…”

“Fuck your pussy, nigga…Uhhh, uhhhh…oh, yes…like that…”