"Don't you think it's time for me to meet her?"
It was. In fact, it was way overdue. And if I kept on making excuses, he would become suspicious. I was surprised that it had gone on for so long, without that happening. I would like to think, that it was because I had skilfully answered his questions, when he quizzed me about it. But it wasn't. It was because he trusted me. So every time, when I told him that I was going out with Abigail, but I was really going to the club, he took me at my word.
As I drove to work, all I could think about, was my conversation with Rich. It had ended with me agreeing to invite Star for a meal. I was now regretting it, but what else could I have done? Another excuse, would have made him wonder if Abigail really existed.
Both John and Paul had been with her at the club, so they couldn't be present, because she would instantly recognize them. Then I groaned. What about Rich? I hadn't thought about that before. He had fucked me in the Glory Hole, so he might have done the same to Star.
By the time I got to my office, I had come up with an elaborate plan. Abigail was going to tragically die, and the funeral would be in some far away foreign land, so we wouldn't be able to attend. I was thinking of the Central African Republic. That would work, but my alibi for Tuesday night, would also be dead.
After my first meeting ended, I got some time to think about it. I could invent a new friend. Then I sighed, because that was no good. It would just be delaying the inevitable. Rich would soon be asking to meet her.
What about telling him that I was attending a course? I would need to find a suitable one, and preferably one that was on a Tuesday evening, so that I didn't need to change the day that I worked at the club. It would be a lot easier if I just told Star everything.
But should I do that?
I was still struggling with it, when Penelope entered my office.
"Cecil wants to know when he can go over that tax document with you."
I'd like to say next year, or never. The prospect of being in a room with him, while he made tax even more boring than it already was, filled me with dread. However, it was important, and it needed to be done soon. I might as well get it over with.
"First thing tomorrow morning."
"OK I'll tell him."
She was about to leave, when I had an idea. Penelope might be able to help me with my problem.
"If you had a secret, would you tell your friend?"
"A big secret?"
"Yes, and she is a good friend."
After thinking about it, she said.
"No. She might not always be your friend."
Then, before leaving, she ran her fingers across her lips, in a zipping motion.
She was telling me to keep my mouth shut. It sounded like good advice, so I should probably take it.
When it was time to leave, I had done an impressive amount of work. I was now going to the club, to get my reward.
As soon as Star saw me, she came over.
"I have something to tell you."
I could hear the excitement in her voice.
When she had finished, she said, "Was that hot, or what?"
"Definitely hot!"
That made her chuckle.
"But it's our secret."
I nodded, and then I made the same gesture with my fingers over my lips, that my PA had done. That made her laugh.
Shortly after, she had a client. While she was gone, I thought about what she had told me.
Yesterday, her Brother had been one of her clients. She had told me all about it, trusting me with her secret. I decided that I should do the same, and tell her about mine. When she was back, I would tell her everything.
She was only away for fifteen minutes. After taking a shower, and making us both a coffee, she sat down next to me.
I started by inviting her for a meal.
"Thanks, I'm looking forward to meeting your family."
She had already done that, but without realizing it.
"But first I need to tell you something."
While I told her, she didn't say anything, but the expression on her face, was of shock and surprise. When I had finished, I repeated what she had said earlier.
"Was that hot, or what?"
When she didn't reply straight away, I was worried. Had telling her been a mistake? Did she think that what I had done with my Sons, was too much, even for somebody who works in a Glory Hole? And was it so bad, that she would no longer be my friend?
"It wasn't hot."
My heart sank. I was right, she didn't like what I had done.
Then she gave me a big smile, before saying, "It was radioactive!"
Then she laughed, so loud, that the other girls stopped talking. I was so relieved, that when she had stopped laughing, I gave her a big hug.
Sometimes, you can be very busy, but generally, you spend a lot of time just waiting for the next client. To ease the boredom, Marge and Rebel play chess, and Gemma knits. If Star is waiting as well, then I chat with her. We talk about lots of things, but tonight, there was only one thing being discussed.
"How do they not know that it's you? Surely they recognize your voice."
"What about your Brother? He didn't realize that it was you."
That got her thinking, and when she smiled, I knew that she had figured it out.
"The walls muffle the sound. So unless you have a distinctive voice, you are OK."
But there was something else, and it was probably more important than the voice that they heard.
"And, if it's anybody that knows you, they won't be expecting you to be working in a Glory Hole. So they might think that it sounds like you, but they won't think it's really you."
That convinced her, and she went quiet. But not for long.
"John and Paul have big cocks, so does that mean that Rich has a."
I answered before she had finished asking, with an emphatic no! That creased us up, and we were still laughing, when both of us were called. Star to room one, and me to room three.
"Hi Ruby, it's Ringo."
My first client, and it was my Son. The perfect start. And I was going to make the most of it.
"Mummy is angry with you."
He had been removing his jeans, but he had now stopped, with them around his ankles, as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong.
"You have made me wait for your cock. Next time, be here at seven."
He was now grinning, relieved that he hadn't actually done anything wrong.
"I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"
That made me smile. Not what he had said, but the tone he had used. It was as if he was apologizing for something serious. He was playing the game.
"I don't know, let me think of something."
That's what I was doing now, but I was finding it difficult to concentrate, because his mouth was on my nipple, and his fingers were on the other one.
His tongue on my clit, would drive me crazy. But no, I wanted something unusual. What about some role play? He was my Son, and he was going to fuck me, so what role play could top that! Then I had a brainwave. But it would mean leaving the Glory Hole.
When I asked him to stop, he did. But when he found out, that it wasn't so that he could have my pussy, and that it was because I was leaving, he was worried.
