As I placed my mobile back into my bag, I was left to wonder what he could possibly want from meeting me a second time for an all nighter! I highly doubted that an extra eight hours would make the difference between hard and soft, well, unless he decided to take a hit of Viagra or something.

I hate to say it but I was intrigued.

I got one more chance to get the job done right.

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I didn’t really bother to dress up for the appointment, I figured that this time around, I should try to use my skills instead of my looks. I still maintained my grooming ritual, but I slipped on a set of simple baby pink lingerie instead of something too fancy; a simple cotton dress completed my look.

I took out a bottle of champagne and two glasses before sitting on my sofa with a magazine, waiting for him to buzz the intercom.

At eight, I jumped up to the sound of the buzzer, “Hi,” I said.

“I’ve got an appointment,” he replied.

I hit the button to unlock the gate and left my front door slightly ajar in anticipation of his arrival.

He walked in gingerly, “Hey,” he said as he shut the door behind him. He strolled towards the coffee table and popped open the bottle of champagne.

He pulled out a brown envelope, “I guess I’ll just settle the…”

“Yes, sure,” I replied, taking the envelope from him, “I’ll just be a moment.”

I escaped to my bathroom to count the money and text Madame before returning into the living room. I saw that he had already made his way through nearly half the bottle of champagne, I tried to maintain my composure.

“Are you alright?” I asked, looking from the glass that he was holding in his hand to him.

He looked at me and gave me a sheepish grin, “Sorry,” he said, “I just needed a drink.”

Great, not only would I be working with a guy who obviously had erectile dysfunction, but a drunken guy with erectile dysfunction.

How much luckier could I get tonight.

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