THE JOB 2 – A whore, maybe more,

I spent the whole morning thinking about what to wear for my first visit with Oriana and Simon.

Simon said that they had no intention of touching me. That was fine with me.

Of course, I wanted it sooner or later, but the prospect of having to control myself made me even more excited.

Ideally, they should be the first to cross that line.

They should want me and no longer be able to stand it if I just watched.

Not me.

I would be able to resist.

I opted for a T-shirt and jeans. Nothing seductive or suggestive.

It was a job after all. I went to work.

Grinning, I looked at myself in the mirror and winked at my image.

1.73, slim, blonde, and at the moment dressed like a normal girl who was visiting a friend to study.

Perfect.

Simon opened the door after 30 seconds.

I was curious to see his reaction to my outfit. There was none.

Good self-control, or he didn’t care.

Was he expecting a sexy dress or a push-up bra and a plunging blouse neckline?

I would ask him someday, but not today.

The family’s sheepdog thought my outfit was sufficient and greeted me stormily as always.

As always, he stuck his snout between my legs, and as always, I resolutely pushed him away.

Simon didn’t shake my hand or kiss me on the cheek.

He was wearing cloth trousers and a cream-colored shirt open at the collar. Both harmonized perfectly with his tanned skin.

His aftershave was pleasantly unobtrusive but clearly perceptible in the narrow hallway.

Sexy.

When I followed him into the living room, I saw that his short black hair was still slightly damp at the nape of his neck. So he had just showered.

He was barefoot, which emphasized his casual outfit, and he moved casually without haste.

I could still feel his tension.

Oriana was pacing up and down by the window as we entered the living room.

She was wearing a sexy white silk housecoat and almost ran towards me to give me a hug.

Her nervousness was so obvious that she took mine away.

When she was halfway across the room, Simon grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.

Her expression was that of a petulant child whose favorite toy had been spoiled.

She tried to pull away, but the grip on her slender upper arm held her in place.

She looked Simon in the face, but there was no anger in her gaze, only defiance and lust.

The man was determined, and the woman seemed to like it.

This could be very interesting.

Oriana smiled broadly at me without starting a new try to escape from her husband’s grip.

“Welcome!” she exclaimed, beaming. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you. I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”

Her husband’s fingers gave a quick squeeze, and Oriana fell silent.

They were probably talking about keeping cool and professional.

After all, I was their employee now.

What was I now? A companion? A toy? A whore?

What did I want to be?

Was this going too far or not far enough?

I didn’t know and decided to just let it come to me and enjoy it.



Simon pulled Oriana close and kissed her on the mouth.

My instinctive reaction was to turn away, but I stayed where I was and watched.

It was exciting to be destined to watch the two of them.

I could see the tension in their bodies and the unspoken question of whether it would go as planned.