Evan - Portrait

The text was from Evan this morning, a picture of Emily like this one, sitting on the edge of a chair in a hotel room, wearing a blouse, a skirt, nude hose, and work heels. Pretty, feminine, almost innocent.

That's what the text said. "She looks so innocent, doesn't she?"

A prompt asking for a response. "Very much so," I said.

"Her clients assume the same. Ironic, of course, considering all the things she did last night. Ironic, considering the last thing she'll do this morning before leaving."

I couldn't resist, something he must know. "What's that?"

"She's sitting on the edge of the chair waiting for me to come sit. She'll kneel, of course. I'll spread my legs, but she'll wait; she'll ask permission. It's powerful, hearing a woman ask to suck your cock."

"I can only imagine," I said.

"She'll look so innocent sitting in her meeting, like she looks now. Her clients will have no idea the last thing his sweet, innocent, married woman did before she left to meet them was to give her boyfriend a slow, careful, blowjob."

"Tell her I love her," I said.

"I will. She knows."