I lie, of course!

In fact, I create a whole new alter-ego for myself, complete with clothing, make up and burner phone. A secret me. Not having a joint bank account with Brian helped. It took all the spare cash I had but I figured it was worth it.

I decided to use those evenings when I was working late at the library as cover for meeting up with clients. Although the library closed to customers at 8pm, we rarely got away before 8:30pm and sometimes later if there was a lot of tidying up and shelving of books to be done. Okay, so this was only twice a week, but then there were impromptu shopping trips I could use as an excuse for being away from home, not to mention visiting sick friends. I invented a friend called Maureen who I decided was dying of overian cancer. She should be good for buying me some quality gobbling time. So, with both my heavily doctored picture and burner phone number published, all I had to do was sit back and wait for the calls to come flooding in.

At first, not a trickle. Not even a drip! Oh sure, I had Brian's cock to feast on in the meantime but since he much preferred to shag my cunt, I was kept starved of semenal sustenance most of the time. After three weeks without a single call, I was about to give up on the whole thing and cancel my subscriptions to the contact sights. Brian was even accusing me of ignoring my poor dying friend since I never seemed to visit her. But then I got my first text. It simply said, "desparate to be sucked. Come quickly before I do" and gave an address.

Immediately, I told Brian that Maureen had taken a turn for the worse and I simply had to go and see her. He was suitably sympathetic and asked me to be sure to give her his love. It was as much as I could do to keep a straight face as I assured him I would. On the pretext of messaging Maureen to let her know I was on my way, I texted my client with that same message; right under Brian's nose. He even watched me do it, giving me a reassuring smile as I deceived him. Oo the thrill of it! I felt deliciously wicked!

In contrast, as I approached my first ever client's address, I felt sickeningly nervous. I was about to go into a strange man's house. I'd be alone with him in there. No doubt he'd be bigger and stronger than me, plus the fact that according to his text, he was already sexually aroused. He could do ANYTHING to me. ****? Sodomy? ****? I'd never felt so **** in my entire life or so incredibly and vitally alive at that moment. I knew that despite my misgivings, I was going to go through with it. I owed it to myself to prove to myself that I could do this. I wanted to do this. I needed to do this and sooner or later, I was going to do this so it might as well be now. With my heart thumping within me as if trying to escape, I pressed the door bell and dared myself not to run away.