Michelle

One of the replies caught my eye as soon as I opened it, written by a girl named Michelle. She had included a picture of herself posing on a bed in one of those cheap “playtime” maid’s outfits you can get from catalogues. She was petite, with a lithe figure, the cheeks of her pert little bum just visible at the hem of the tiny skirt. Her skin was ivory pale and flawless; her eyes were so dark as to look solid black, as was her hair, which was cut in a short, attractive bob.

Her reply stated that she was twenty five – I would have guessed she was younger – and dissatisfied with her current job as a sales assistant. She claimed to enjoy submissive relationships with older men, and openly stated that she was eager to be my “sex toy” – her own words. She included a contact number, asking me to call her any evening. Of course I would call her… but how would I approach this? By the sound of things, she was so eager that she might work for far less money than I had intended to pay.