Control of goods

At length she spoke about the rules, sanctions, protections, security measures, for the money she handed me a small catalog of practices as well as the financial compensation, it was definitely a luxury agency given the rates but I did not know half of the practices and yet I had a delicious shudder.

For the distribution of the amounts paid by the clients I understood that the company's share was significant at the beginning and was reduced according to the number of requests for a girl, but already after 10 sessions per month I was ensuring a decent income, even after deducting the mandatory mutual insurance and taxes.

I was surprised by the taxes and others?

• yes my dear everything is legal certainly on the edge of legality but in order, well after this moment of motivation, do you like all that?

I nodded.

• well you have the cards in hand now you're going to prove to me that it's worth my time for this interview, you're going to undress in a sensual way, get completely naked.

I slowly got up from the chair, my eyes fixed on those of the interlocutor, who was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. My hands were shaking slightly as I unbuttoned my blouse, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh. The fabric slid down my arms, revealing my bare shoulders and the beginning of my breasts. I let it fall to the ground, where it formed a small puddle of silk.

• put a little more sensuality into it, make your spectator want to **** you instead of dying of boredom.

My hands began to emphasize my curves, my right leg rose, my finger began to point at my lips I sketched a smile, I swayed my hips lasciviously. The air seemed to vibrate around me, charged with a palpable expectation. I felt observed, studied, but I was not afraid. On the contrary, it gave me a new confidence, an assurance that made me move forward in this sensual dance.

I leaned forward slightly, my breasts swaying gently, and I let my left hand slide along my hip, until I reached the zipper of my skirt. I removed my bra and sensually threw it to my future boss, I lifted my breasts before blowing her a kiss with one hand.

• Very well, she said, her voice hoarse and satisfied. Now, take off your skirt.

I complied, letting the skirt fall to my feet slowly, after playing at raising it, lowering it several times, I lowered my panties in a mischievous manner by slowly revealing my nudity, I sniffed it in an explicit and teasing manner. I sketched two or three dance steps naked, ending up standing in front of her, completely naked, my cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I felt her gaze on me, roaming every inch of my body, and I couldn't help but shiver.

-Now, come here and sit on my lap.

I obeyed, moving forward sensually, with feline steps, I knelt in front of her and slowly raised her legs before putting myself on her lap, my fingers outlining her body, so as to bring out the curves of her hips. She looked at me with a mixture of curiosity, her eyes shining with an intense glow that made me shiver. I felt her hot breath on my bare skin, and I leaned forward slightly, my lips a few inches from hers.

She reached up and stroked my cheek, her touch sending a shiver through my body, suddenly she slapped me so hard that I fell to my knees, I raised my head, feeling that my reaction would be the tipping point.

I smiled, bit my lip grabbing her skirt taking a falsely pleading attitude, begging for her pleasure.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she appreciated how quickly I had reacted to the slap. She stroked my cheek again, but this time, her touch was soft and soothing. I could feel her gaze on me, studying my reaction, and I did my best to maintain the pleading expression I had adopted.

She made me stand up, examined me from every angle, lifted my breasts, my nipples stood up, goosebumps followed her hands as they roamed my body, she made me open my mouth and examined it, I felt like a **** in a **** market, I moaned, she put a finger on the edge of my vagina and removed a slight moisture on the tip of it.

• well you are sensitive our customers will like it.

Emma brought Ginger a dog collar and a leash, which she put around my neck.

• we are going to get down to business, if you agree, you will be hired, before continuing you can give up but you will be in pain, I warn you, you will have a sample of what you will undergo... still okay?

I nodded, my eyes locked on hers as Emma slipped the dog collar around my neck. The leather was soft and cool against my skin, but I could already feel a certain restriction, a certain loss of freedom. The leash was light, and I could feel the weight of the decision I had made. Emma tugged gently on the leash, obediently I stood up, my knees creaking slightly.