Turning myself into a whore!

I already knew Donner was an ass.

But then curiosity had always been a big hang up for me.

I suppose it's why I went into this business. I just had to know things. Not being able to leave a mystery alone.

That, and I guess I was also wondering what Donner really had tucked away in his pants.

Was he really that good? Good enough to keep a professional working girl busy for two hours?

To make her walk with weak, wobbling legs.

As if she had just fucked an entire football team!

But there was the job that I could use as justification for what I was about to do.

Once I got in his place, heavens only knew what kind of information I might find.

Or I might even convince this man that he wanted me to hang around him for a while longer. Long enough for me to get a handle on what he was up to. Anything to keep me close enough to pick-up a clue.

Being by his side would certainly be much easier then sitting out in the cold. Having to watch from my car.

Certainly more comfortable.

At least those were the excuses I made to myself.

By the time I arrived at my apartment I had had more than enough time to decide on what I was going to wear.

Something sexy, but not too revealing.

Exciting, but not slutty.

Because of the ticking clock I didn't have the time to waste by mulling through my mind about what I was about to do.

Ignoring once more those warning bells ringing in my head.

Otherwise I might have talked myself out of the whole thing.

I would have been much better off if I had.

Quickly I stripped off my clothes and wiggled into a pair of tiny black lace panties. They were hardly more than a G-string, and all but transparent.

They went perfectly with the lacy garter belt I fastened around my waist.