She Has Me Where She Wants Me

Right before all this mess started I was in Boston on business. I arrived around 2, in the hotel at 3. I went across the street to the PF Chang's for lunch, still noon back in LA. The waitress was stressed, I told her she could take her time but bring me a beer. I talked to her, I like knowing about people. She said she was an artist, I bit my lip about her really being a waitress.

She served I asked her what kind of art she did, she showed me some pictures on her phone, nice stuff. We talked, I looked, asked price, 200 bucks, said I will buy that one, she said she could bring it by the hotel after she got off work.

She came around 9, mid twenties, petite, thin arms, but nice tits, dressed like a sixties hippy, loose skirt that wrapped around her legs, hair in braids, pretty face with little make up, she had dressed up for the sale. The painting, nice for an apartment, needed framing, maybe a 100 bucks but I had told her 200. I peeled off 200. She had more, maybe I would like something else. Two more paintings for 300.

She talked and talked and talked. 11 o'clock. I told her, pardon me ladies, that she was sensual, sexy, fuckable. She laughed at me, with a can you even get up up look. I reached for her, pulled her to me, kissed her, and got me a piece of ass for the night. Less the 500. Yes I could get it up.

Now COVID hit. She lost her waitress job, I flew her out to LA for the duration, I work from home, she does her paintings and keeps house and sleeps all close and personal, she is eager, says she likes it a bit weird, kiss her ass, fuck her in the kitchen, crawl across the living room to suck my dick kind of weird. I buy her things, little things like earrings, bigger stuff like a car, pretty stuff like clothes, only the clothes on line. Maybe just maybe she is the reason I've been hard these last few months.