The next morning

Ron managed to get home without further incident and promised himself that as soon as feasibly possible he would make a return visit to Kayleigh's place. The thought that both the stunning hairdresser and her mom seemed to be so into him that they both wanted to suck his dick made him shiver. In his head, he had re-imagined the events of that night where they were both lusting after him rather than just taking pity on him. Luckily Ron managed to avoid Rick so with a quick wash and tidy up he was back at Kayleigh's the next day.

"Oh. Its you again", said Kayleigh's mom answering the door, unimpressed.

"Uh yeah. Hi".

"What do you want?" she said frostily.

"Umm, well, I thought, you know that you and I. We could, I mean", he mumbled.

"What?" she demanded.

"Umm. I thought you might want to give me a blow job?" Ron suggested lamely.

Kayleigh's mom snorted laughter. "Yeah, right. Had another shitty day have you? Listen buddy. We're nice folk and we don't appreciate being taken advantage of. I get that you had a bad day yesterday - we saw the note, but don't bother coming back here and taking the piss. Do you take us for idiots? Honestly, some people," she said angrily, then slammed the door on Ron's face.

"but..." he started and stood there shocked for a few moments then turned away.

Fuck! thought Ron. Was his dream ticket gone? What could have happened? Kayleigh's mom was all sorts of available to him yesterday. Had he said or done something to disgrace himself maybe? He figured he must have but couldn't think what. Typical, he thought, something great happens to him and he manages to fuck it up again.

Lost in his thoughts he realized he was getting close to Kayleigh's salon and turned away up a side street before he got there, unwilling to face the same reaction from her and passed some dull-looking offices, a bank branch then a real estate agent's shop window. He pretended to look at the notices in the real estate agent's while he considered whether to return to the hairdresser's. However, ever keen for the possibility of a sale, a blonde in a leather skirt popped out of the door.

"Hi, have you seen anything you like?"

"Uhh," said Ron, flustered, "I dunno, maybe, I guess".

"Great!" she smiled. "Come on inside. I'm Zara and we've got lots more places to show you!" she beckoned him and Ron realized he was allowing himself to be led into the office. Oh shit! he thought but knew he was just allowing himself to think about this hot girl and whether he might be able to somehow recapture the success he had experienced yesterday with Kayleigh the hairdresser.

Ron was led over to a neat desk in the office that his captor shared with another two women and one young man. Ron tried to ignore the others and focussed his will on the girl who had invited him in "PLEASE GIVE ME A BLOWJOB!" he mentally broadcast to her, wondering whether he might have acquired some sort of telepathic powers.

"So, what kind of property are you in the market for?" she asked with a slight smile.

Damn! that had not worked, he thought "Umm, I'm not sure, just maybe a small apartment", he ventured.

"Ok, we can work with that, she said and reached across the desk to pick up a small pile of brochures. Ron followed her tits with his eyes as she bent forward, and realized that she had noticed and started to blush.

The realtor realized she had him under her spell and licked her lips, this time with a genuine grin.

"Umm, I've had a really shitty day", said Ron, remembering that it was something like this that had made the others take pity on him yesterday,

"Sorry? What's that?" asked the realtor as she selected one brochure and put it in front of him.

"Uh. Yeah, really shitty. I thought you might want to help me out", he mumbled, "and give me a blow job?" he said weakly.

The realtor flipped the page then processed Ron's mumblings before she realized what he had said and her grin crumbled. "You sick fucking pervert!" she said quietly beginning to stand up, fury written all over her face.

"but, but I've had a bad day. My friend Rick said to say", he said panicking?

"Sorry", said the realtor, confused, but with her sudden anger draining away "who said to say what?" Ron noticed that the rest of the office had turned to stare at them following Zara's outburst.

"Umm, yeah, I, uh... hold on", Ron rummaged quickly in his pocket to find Rick's note. "Its from my friend Rick, he says uh," Ron found he couldn't bring himself to read it, but flicked it open and showed it to Zara to indicate that she should look at it. The blonde took it and scanned it quickly, then paused "Oh!", then re-read it. "Oh you poor thing". Her pupils dilated and she looked down at Ron's crotch. "Was it really really bad?"

"Uhuh!" nodded Ron eagerly, his cock springing to attention in expectation.