Carrie had a lot of set up to do. One of her regular incalls had requested they do a role play where he was a salesman at a pawn shop and she was trying to pawn off her wedding ring. She was all for it. Role play made the time pass faster and it was a lot more fun than vanilla sex. Carrie always fancied that she’d make a great film star given half a chance. So she moved her dining table until it divided the room in two and then put together a hodgepodge of stuff to make it look like a pawn shop. She then changed into a deceptively demur white men’s style shirt and a figure hugging black skirt. She paired it with six inch peep toed heels and a pink bra peeking through the unbuttoned top of the shirt.
Just in time, the doorbell rang and she sashayed over to it and let Andrew, her client, in. he took one look at her and a smile broke out on his face.
“You look…perfect,” he breathed.
“Thank you kindly,” she said with a bow and ushered him in.
When he saw the set up she’d made, his eyes lit up with delight.
“Shall we get this show on the road?” he asked.
Carrie leaned forward making sure the twin mounds of her breasts were right in Andrew’s face, her face imploring, “Please sir, you have to take it. I have nothing else!”
“Ma’am, I would like to help you but it’s just not enough.”
She gave a theatrical sigh, “What can I do to make you change your mind?” she asked leaning in further, one hand playing in the vee between her breasts.
He sighed, “Maybe you can come in the back with me and we can sort it out.”
Her eyes lit up and she jumped up in excitement, “Oh thank you sir! Lead the way. I’m sure we can work something out.”
His eyes dropped to her peaked nipples, “I’m sure we can,” he murmured even as he ‘led’ her to her bedroom.