Spice up the story. Spend some cash

Later that night I lie in my bed, completely fatigued by another eventful day on little sleep. At quarter to midnight, I hear the sound I have been waiting for. A door closing in the main hallway. That should be the neighbor's husband getting home, no doubt he is eager to hear how his wife’s adventure went. I should sleep, but I am just too curious about what happens next.

For a long time I only hear the normal background sounds of an active apartment building. Sliding chairs, water flowing through pipes, the rhythmic drone of indistinct music. I am almost lulled to sleep when I hear bed springs creaking. My eyes snap open and I strain my ears.

“Okay! Can you tell me now?” Her husband asks impatiently.

“No, not until you are naked.” Her words were immediately followed my a hasty discord of additional creaks. She giggles. “That was fast! Where do you want me to start?”

“Before you even left the house. Tell me everything!” I feel giddy surge knowing that I have front row seats and haven’t missed the show.

“Okay, baby.” I hear kissing. “This afternoon I kept thinking about what I was going to do for you... pick up some guy, play with his cock... maybe let him fuck me... I kept getting wet. I laid in bed rubbing my pusssy for an hour before going out. I felt sooo sexy masterbating in the outfit that you picked out for me.”

“It looks so good on you. I love seeing how guys look at you when you wear it.”

“You do? I didn’t know that... I’ll make a note.

I conjure a memory of her fantastic, black dress. It was a lacy cocktail dress that huged her body in all the right places, extending from the armpit to mid thigh. Between the dramatic swirls of overlapping lace, the dress was made of a thin, skin-tone fabric, making it appear to be held together only by magic, or glued directly to her body. The narrow shoulder straps showed off her pale, lightly freckled shoulders. It all would have looked very classy if not for red bra and panties showing through the translucent gaps, making the whole outfit significantly more slutty.

“I went to the bar and looked at the patrons. Most of them didn’t interest me, or were with someone already.”

“But they were checking you out, weren’t they?”

“Yes. Most of them looked. I could tell at least one of them was working up the nerve to hit on me. I thought it would be fun to tease him even though he wasn’t really my type just to see what came of it. Maybe when I’m out with you sometime...I should flirt with someone in front of you.” I hear a moan. He must be turned on already, either jerking himself, or getting jerked while listening to her story.

“Then what?” He sounds very interested.

“I wasn’t there just to tease, was I, baby? I wanted to go home with someone for anonymous sex. So I had a drink and chatted with the bartender until a man finally approached me.”

“What did he say?”

“At first, nothing. I saw him walk in. He just walked straight up to me, then he looked me up and down like a piece of meat. I could tell he liked the dress a lot. He finally said something like, ‘Very classy. I’m impressed.’ Then he put his hand on my back and sat down next to me, ordering champagne for both of us.”

“That was bold.”

“Yeah, I know. He told me that he was celebrating a promotion. He handed me a glass and toasted to ‘people getting what they want’ or something like that.”

“It was his lucky night then.”

“Oh, it gets better. He leaned in close and whispered into my ear. He said, ‘The agency said that it’s up to the girl what she does for tips. Lets have fun tonight, Amber.’ Then he slid his hand down the front of my dress and stuck some bills into my bra.”

“He did what...? The agency...”

“He thought I was an escort...named Amber.”