We had tea and toast in bed, watching some shitty daytime TV shows as we snuggled under the covers and bitched about the actresses. I was supposed to ...be having a working lunch with a client at the local bistro; instead, I ate homemade cheese sandwiches and half a packet of slightly soft custard creams as she and I talked. I told her everything; the bits from my childhood, school, early days at work, how I’d set up my own business, a lot about how that was going, how it had taken off. She’d. “Splinters! In your ass and everywhere else!”“I get to help pull them out of Vicky’s ass!” Miranda added, laughing with the others.“Nobody’s getting any splinters in her ass!” Vicky argued back, though she was smiling – mostly at all that sweet red hair with black tips like she’d dipped the ends of her hair into ink framing the newcomer’s face. “Wow, another green-eyed redhead! The queen’s looks are getting pretty popular these days. By the way, I’m Victoria – Vicky to you, I hope – and this. She heard the mechanical thunk when he triggered the lock on the door. “This is my office.” She stated the obvious with as much authority as she could muster. Her heart beat fiercely in her chest. She also recognized the swelling in the nipples of her breasts, cradled in the sexy, but sensible lace-trimmed brassiere under her severe, fitted white blouse. “Please.” The word was a true plea. “Don’t do this to me again.” She knew what the handsome man was going to do to her when she saw him. But. I liked the slight rough treatment. It was something I love Roger to do to me, to treat me like a slut and a whore. I'm not really the soft passionate "make love" type of girl. I'd much prefer the hot, nasty, sweaty, fuck me sex! I like to be talked to treated and handled like a street whore! And this woman sensed that. She just wanted to fuck me, and knowing that fact made my pussy cry! I wanted so badly to be used and abused by someone who didn't care about my feelings, who just wanted me for.