A physical discussion
Back and forth
"So you, what? Lure in local highschoolers once a year to provide a bit of 'entertainment' around the office?"
Ms Jay's voice was still filled with venom, but she had at least calmed down enough to let Mr Banks offer answers to her needling questions. Stacy was still just impressed by how commanding a presence the older woman could still generate… while still wearing a rather compromising lack of anything much at all. The teenager felt the man holding her step back up a little closer, however… gaining his footing amid some indignation towards these accusations.
"Hey, hey! I took her on as a favour… and only thought I was getting another pair of hands to run the copier. It was her that had half my guy's cocks down her throat before any of us could blink!"
That made his aggressor blink… it was obvious in her eyes that some mathematics were occurring over the likelihood of that being true, considering what she already knew about Stacy. The girl in question was also taking stock of the lump of attraction that had returned to press up against her backside. Mr Banks clearly liked Ms Jay… and seemed to like her all the more when she was yelling at him.
"Besides, you don't exactly seem like the perfect role model yourself… tearing your clothes off in a place like this and then going home to watch your boy rail into this one all evening? Don't tell me that's the kinda thing you spread around the neighbourhood. Good-looking woman like you strutting your stuff in front of the toothless bum brigade out there and then flicking her bean over the highschool orgy live show? Sounds like you've got an unhealthy itch or two that need scratching, as well!"
The naked beauty flashed red with annoyance. A blush that Stacy was fascinated to watch spread all down her neck and into those magnificent, mature curves. She puffed out her chest in a way that clearly wasn't meant to show off her full breasts and puffy nipples, but did so wonderfully anyway.
"I took this job because my no-good, piece of shit ex-husband skipped town and left us in a heap of debt to the creep who owns this place… I kept doing it afterwards because I'd built up a bit of a following among the regulars and didn't want to let them down. They're not bums… They're just lonely old men. Widowers and divorcees who can't get much natural, healthy fulfillment anywhere else… There's nothing to be ashamed about in showing off a little sexuality where it's needed…"
There, again was the passion and inner philosophy that had drawn in Stacy to almost idolise this compassionate being. In her eyes the woman almost seemed a saint in the suburbs. Hips swaying between all the plastic falsity with a tongue full of truths no-one else dared say and no shame in her own skin. She could tell Mr Banks was impressed too, as his voice softened but erection only seemed to harden further.
"Well… I'm sorry to hear that… but surely you can see that's pretty much all Stacy's trying to do too. Those are my guys out there. The ones I keep in a job they ain't exactly great at anymore, to earn those dollars they come and stick down your bra in their lunch break. Sure… she's taken it a bit far a bit fast, but that's what kids do ain't it? Are you gonna stand there and say you never took an extra tip or two in one of these rooms for doing something the rules say you ain't s'posed to? It seems pretty obvious to me exactly where she's pulling the inspiration from for all these little games she plays…"
Ms Jay blushed again… indicating that she certainly had gone a little further with her customers than it might state on that sign near the door. Though, judging by the look and location of this place on the shadiest sign of town… that was probably more unilaterally expected than a nice surprise. Stacy was already daydreaming about Mark's mom jacking off or sucking on one old man after another while her son thought she was just off at another 'yoga class'. Then coming home to see him slamming his way inside her, offering a tender, little hug and kiss hello. It sent shivers all across her latex-clad body to imagine holding that secret over her friend and lover from now on.
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