Ask her if she has a red bikini

“Hold on,” I say before she steps out the door.

“Do you own a red bikini?”

Kaitlyn pauses, putting her payment away and straightening her dress. “Yeah. I used it a couple weekends ago... Why?”

“As delicious as you look right now, I need you to bring it with you.”

“Anything else? Suntan lotion?”

“No. Just make out with the client as you are, get him good and excited, then excuse yourself to change into the swimsuit. It’s a kink he has, but doesn’t like to talk about.”

Kaitlyn’s uncertainty gradually shifts into a smirk as she imagines the scene unfolding. “Alright. One bikini babe, made to order.”

“And one more thing. When you think he is getting close, refer to him as your stepson. Maybe say how he is better than his dad or something.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, that kind of kink that he doesn’t want to talk about.” She grins devilishly.

“Precisely. He might get upset that I put you up to it, but he will have the biggest orgasm of his life.”