Cocktails and Conversation

You are standing exactly where you were before, still neatly dressed without so much as a crease in your trousers or your tie having shifted an inch out of place.

The same can't be said for Mrs Frobisher, who is wearing the same, now quite dishevelled, clothing she met you in again, but lying on her back, spreadeagled on the bed, one hand under her skirt and between her legs, with a look of confused mortification on her rapidly reddening face.

She sits up quickly and attempts to look as composed as one can manage, having realised they just masturbated in front of their estate agent in the middle of a house tour.

"Um, so that's the bedroom. Can I show you the bathroom?"

You make the offer not only to break the awkward silence or to remain professional in the most unusual of circumstances, but because you wonder what the two of you might get up to in there next.

It's not going to happen though. At least, not this afternoon.

"No, thank you. I may need to use it for a moment to freshen up, but I don't think this property is quite what I'm looking for. I hope you'll trust me to see myself out?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Thank you. Your services today were quite adequate" for the first time since you met, she actually looks a little coy "I'll be sure to let your manager know"

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"Well Shane, I don't know what you said to our least favourite customer, but it certainly did the trick!" Gary, the agency boss, beams at you as you walk back into the office "Mrs Frobisher was extremely impressed with your performance this afternoon. She says she'll pay us a retainer for you to show her around as many properties as she needs to see. You'll get half of that of course"

Getting paid extra for a repeat of what you just got up to with June sounds about as win-win as a situation can get. Maybe you will start her off in the bathroom next time? Or the kitchen? You're pretty sure you have a property in your portfolio that comes with a sauna.

"Wow, what a superstar! I might get a break from having to respond to her bitchy complaint emails all the time!" Ria beams, giving you a congratulatory peck on the cheek as she walks past.

Micky looks too angry, and confused, to even know what to say - but you feel sure it wouldn't be anything complimentary.

You can't lie to yourself. These erotic fantasies you have been infiltrating are pretty fucking awesome and, if nobody but you even knows it is real, and everyone (except Micky - but seriously, fuck Micky) is happy, then where is the harm?

The rest of your work day seems to fly by in a contented semi-daze, as you ponder all the other people you know who you would like to test your new superpower on, and what kind of situations their horny minds mind put you in with them.

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Having gone home, freshened up and dressed as well as your current wardrobe will allow, you make your way to the trendy cocktail bar Ria has invited you to. There is only a very small interval between you entering the venue and your colleague excitedly locating you. She looks even more stunning when she has dressed herself up for a night out than she does in the office, perhaps even more than when she was your Roman servant girl.

Ria throws her arms around your neck by way of a greeting, before taking you by the hand and walking you over to her, and therefore your, drinking companions for the evening. They are introduced to you as Hannah, Ria's flatmate, who is also really hot.

And Danielle, Ria's best friend, who is also really hot.

Is that just a coincidence, or will Ria only associate with women who are as highly conventionally attractive as she is? Whatever the reason. you aren't complaining, and will enjoy drinking up the envy that practically radiates from every guy walking past the table you have lucked yourself onto even more than you will the overpriced booze.

"Shall we order cocktails for the table?" your work friend asks, pretty much rhetorically, considering the venue you are sat in.

"Sure, when in Rome!"

You wanted to see if that comment would get a reaction, and it did, with Ria becoming temporarily flustered and seeming to lose her train of thought for a moment, before regaining her composure and continuing.

"Er, great well what, um, is everyone having?"

Once the drink order has been placed, the conversation can begin.

"So how long have you two been working together?" Hannah who, it transpires, is also an estate agent, asks.

"Err, well since I joined the company" Ria answers "Maybe six months?"

It's been eight months. You'll never forget the day or date she first showed up. It's probably quite damning for both of you that Ria starting her current job was a bigger event for you than it apparently was for her.

"So how come we've never met or heard about Shane until now?" Danielle enquires.

"Umm..."

Yes, you'd be interested to hear the answer to that one too. Ria strategically sips her drink as she plays for the time she needs to think of an answer that doesn't involve Romans, spanking and tit wanks.

"You know how sometimes you don't really notice someone until you do? That's kind of what happened"

"Oh my God Shane, she is so down to fuck you!" her bestie assures you with a wink.

"Piss off Dani!" Ria pouts, but she subconsciously shifts her body closer to, rather than further from, yours even as she objects to the accusation.

A couple of cocktails further down the line, Ria whispers, or more accurately shouts into your ear, her suggestion that the two of you should go and dance together. You accept, despite not being much of a mover yourself. Thankfully, it transpires that Ria's preferred dancing style is sticking her tongue down your throat while happily allowing you to fondle her arse to your hearts content.

"Do you wanna come back to mine tonight?" she asks you when she eventually comes up for air "It would be funny to see people's reaction if we walk into the office together tomorrow morning!"

Yes. You can see how that would be funny. You decide to accept Ria's proposal.