"OK, that's enough for today," she said. "Nick, it's wonderful. You've got a huge stage talent to go with that voice, you've been wasted in those litt...le parts. We're going to set the world on fire next month!" Wouldn't that be something?" I marveled. "I mean, the whole thing is already surreal to me. And the things you've showed me ... God, you're a great teacher as well as a great singer." Why, thank you, sir," she said, standing up to drop me a mock curtsy. In jeans, no less; it was. .." she hesitated before continuing, "she won't come here unless I call her. She'll be in her flat downstairs if you need her." Okay, then. I'm all ears..." Boss ... Mister Carpenter ... sir..."I interrupted – gently, I hope. "Jen. I think it might help if you just call me Jeff. If what you want to say is difficult, as I suspect, perhaps you'd like a drink?"She took a deep breath. "Yes. Thank you, Jeff. A small Scotch. Little water."I poured perhaps a little more than a small measure of. Soon, we became friends. She was kind to me and I grew more and more attracted to her. I knew she was a lesbian, and I wanted to have my first experience with her. I came on to her, and we were ready the next night.I put on my sexiest lingerie. She came to my apartment wearing tight leather pants, heels, and a red sweatshirt. She was also carrying a backpack. I gave her a seductive look, and to my surprise, she just said, "Strip." Don't you want to see me in my lingerie?" I said."I said strip!". "Yes." Of course I did!"Tell me this wasn't the fuck of your life!" She was so cocky and egotistical. I knew she was just competing with my wife now. She wanted me to betray Cassie even more than we already had. She wanted to know that she was better than my wife and all I had to say to justify her unbridled sense of self worth was, "It was."She swallowed with that cocky look on her face. Even with gobs of cum sliding down her face she had no shame. "You're welcome!" Thank you!" The words.