She shows and she is gorgeous

I was sitting at the table when saw her enter the room. She was tall, about six feet, with long red hair tied in a plait that hung half way down her back. She was dressed in her croupier’s uniform; she must have come straight from work. Her blouse was a little too tight and emphasized the fullness of her breasts. I waved to her and she joined me at the table.

“What a relief to find you’re not sixty, fat and balding,” she laughed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Would it matter if I had been?” I asked.

“No, but I’d rather enjoy what I do than not,” she smiled at me.

The waiter brought menus and we ordered, using the time to take one another in. I liked what I saw. When we were alone again, I said, “tell me about yourself.”

She shrugged, “there’s not much to tell. I’m twenty-eight, divorced and feed up with a crap job. I saw your ad and thought maybe here was a way of making some easy money."

“I liked what you said in your letter about being prepared to do anything for money,” I said.

“I meant it,” she took a sip of wine, “it’s just a question of how much.”

I was a bit nervous getting down to the nitty- gritty but steeling myself said, “here’s the deal. If I take you on, you come and work for me as my maid. You do all the usual household stuff, washing, cleaning, cooking and so on. On top you do anything else I want, at anytime.”

She interrupted me, “such as?”

“Such as sucking my cock first thing in the morning,” my heart beat hard as I said this.

She nodded. “How much are you paying?”

“I’ll pay you a thousand pounds a week for a year. After that we’ll review it with no hard feelings if one of us wants to stop. You can leave anytime you want if you decide you want to. You get no holiday but I will give you a generous bonus at the end of each month if I fell you have excelled at your duties.” I didn’t know if I had been generous enough.

She thought for a moment, “I’m interested. I just want to be clear though. Say you want to do something like tie me up and whip me. Can I say no?”

“Only if you want to leave there and then. If you accept the job you do as I say. I won’t do anything to harm you,” I paused, “… permanently. If you do find you don’t want to do something you can say no but if you do that may be the end of it.”

“I can go for that,” she said. “Maybe I better have a safe word. I might want to say no but mean yes.”

We both smiled. “Choose one,” I said.

“Apricot. If I say apricot when I say no, then I mean it.” She looked serious.

“It’s a word I expect never to hear. Now, I like what I see,” I said leering at her breasts. “Here’s something to cover your expenses getting her tonight”. I passed her an envelope containing a thousand pounds. “After we’ve eaten I want you to come home with me. If we get on as well overnight as we are doing now, then you’re hired."

She raised her glass, “to us!”