I slept till noon on Monday and fully expected I would again be reminded that my report to Daddy about my appointment with Ken Sacks was late. To my surprise, he hadn't emailed me, so I composed a new email to him, completing my report and ending the email with an apology for the tartness of my report. I rechecked my email Monday evening and found nothing from Daddy, which was somewhat of a surprise since I was counting on hearing from him about his visit to Kim's nail salon. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I noticed the letter from Laura; I'd forgotten to call her today and placed the letter next to my coffee maker as a reminder to get in touch on Tuesday. I showered and turned in early Monday night.

Tuesday dawned bright and crystal clear, with a mid-autumn chill. Unlike Sunday, when I dressed in a tank top and shorts, I slipped on sweatpants and a baggy old sweatshirt today. I didn't have my coffee on the patio, knowing that my neighbor Chuck would most likely be stalking me about looking to have his fat cock sucked to start his day. Carrying my laptop to the kitchen, I sat down with my coffee and opened my email server.

My inbox contained three new messages from Daddy. I opened the oldest and read the contents:

"Angel, thank you for the report on your Sunday appointment. I've heard from the client who wanted me to express his utmost gratitude to you for portraying his spouse at the picnic. You made quite an impression on the client, as he's already booked another appointment this coming weekend. More details will follow later in the week. Daddy"

This email made me smile. I'd expected Ken to request another appointment, but not this soon. I would anxiously wait for the full details from Daddy.

His second email was sent a few minutes after the first. It read, "Angel, I've taken the time to drive by Kim's place of business. While I would prefer a one-on-one meeting to assess her qualifications for joining our team, my initial impression of her appearance is that she could be a perfect fit for EE. Would it be possible for you to arrange a private meeting between Kim and me? I would rather not meet in such a public setting as her salon. I'm available Wednesday evening if that works for you and Kim. Thanks, Daddy."

I didn't reply since I wanted to check with Kim to ensure she wasn't having second thoughts. I was sure that a private meeting at my home would be perfect. If Daddy wanted to assess her qualifications alone, I could introduce them, excuse myself, and retreat to my bedroom while he conducted the quote-unquote interview.

Opening the third email, I began reading.

"Angel, I've received a request from a gentleman asking for a special person to meet with his twenty-year-old son Thursday evening. You instantly came to mind as he wanted someone to train his son on how a classy lady should be treated. I understand completely if you decline this appointment, but once again, I believe your special talents are exactly what are called for in this circumstance. Please let me know if you can handle this special request from a long-time client. Thanks, Daddy."

I left this email open on my laptop and sat back in my chair. Daddy was offering me an appointment with a twenty-year-old boy, for lack of a better term. I'm old enough to be his mother, I thought, and without any more details, I had to assume this young man has some issues with the treatment of women he encounters. I would certainly qualify as a MILF to him. I chuckled to myself, thinking that Daddy felt I was best qualified to be a mother he'd like to fuck. At twenty, I was sure he was used to girls who dress in jeans and tee shirts, and since Daddy had mentioned the term classy lady, I had already started thinking about how I'd dress for the appointment. A tight pencil skirt split seductively along one thigh, seamed silk stockings held in place with a black lace garter belt with a matching lace bra and thong, a white silk blouse, and a black jacket all accentuated by the highest pair of stilettos I own.

Before I clicked on reply, I made a quick call to Kim.

As usual, Kim answered cheerfully, "Hello, Kim's Salon."

"Kim, it's Angel," I replied.

"Hey Angel, what's up?" Kim said.

I wanted to question her interest in joining the EE team, so I asked, "Are you still interested in what we discussed the other day?"

Kim instantly replied, "I sure am; in fact, I was wondering when I'd have a chance to meet with him."

"I heard back from Daddy today; he would prefer meeting you in a more private setting than your place of business," I explained.

"Tell me when and where," Kim answered quickly

"Can you make a meeting on Wednesday evening here at my place?" I asked.

Kim paused a moment before asking, "He wants to meet me at your home?"

"He only said a more private setting. I will suggest you and he meet here; that way, I can introduce you to each other, and there are more than enough rooms here that you two can have privacy," I replied.

"Sounds okay to me," Kim answered.

"Great, can I tell him you'll be here at eight o'clock?" I suggested.

"Yep," Kim said.

I gave her my address and told her it would be okay for her to park in the driveway.

"See you tomorrow evening," I said before disconnecting our call.

Back to my email, I clicked reply to the one I'd left open. I typed. "Daddy, Thank you for your emails. I would be happy to handle both appointments you asked me about. I've spoken to Kim, and she can meet you tomorrow evening at eight o'clock. I'd suggest meeting here at my place so I can introduce you to her and then leave you alone to conduct the employment interview privately. If you agree, I will open the second garage door so you can park unseen. Please let me know if this is agreeable to you. Angel." I clicked on send and left my laptop on just in case Daddy sent a reply later in the day.

I freshened up my coffee and headed back upstairs. I quickly showered while wondering precisely what Ken was planning for this weekend. Regardless of his plans, I welcomed the opportunity to spend more time with him. His hard body and even harder cock excited me, and if my assumption that weekend meant a couple of days, I'd have a chance to show Ken more of my sexual skills. I patted my body dry and wrapped a towel around my wet hair. I slipped on my favorite fluffy white robe and headed downstairs. My laptop was still open on the kitchen table. I pressed enter to wake it from sleep mode and then clicked on my email server. I had a new email from Daddy. It read, "Angel, thank you for having me meet Kim at your place. I want to get there at about seven so I can fill you in on the details of your appointment on Thursday evening and also the appointment for this coming weekend. I'll need a few hours alone with Kim to conduct my pre-employment interview.

"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night, Daddy."

I shut down my computer and sat back in the chair. I recalled when, without my knowledge, Daddy had conducted my pre-employment interview in the front seat of his car. Remembering what it felt like as I slowly lowered my loins over his massive rock-hard cock, what it felt like being filled with throbbing black cock. I recalled how his cock tasted when I took him in my mouth. I wondered if Kim, a much more petite woman, would be able to handle Daddy's huge thirteen-inch cock. She had told me that her specialty was anal sex, but I wasn't sure she'd be able to deal with his huge cock head spearing her tight little sphincter. I'll find out tomorrow night.

I was glad Daddy was planning on giving me the details of my Thursday night appointment with his long-time client's twenty-year-old son. The fact that he felt I was perfect for the appointment told me that this young man either had some issues with women in general or had some fetish for older women. I certainly fit the image of a MILF, and I was anxious to either train him about treating women the way they deserve or satisfy his fetish for a woman old enough actually to be his mother.

I decided to go shopping for some new and exciting lingerie Wednesday afternoon. I recalled last Sunday when Ken had passed me off as his wife and thought it would be fun to continue that role with a sexy bridal lingerie set.

As I entered my favorite boutique, the young salesgirl greeted me. "Hello, is there something special you're interested in today?

I replied, "I'm looking for a bridal set."

She smiled and asked, "Are you getting married?"

"Not exactly," I answered.

She led me to a section where everything displayed was pure white. "Here's what we have," she said, sliding her hand along the top of the hangers that hold skimpy garments.

I slowly slid the hangers apart, surveying each offering, and came to one that piqued my interest. Lifting it from the rack, I held it up to look more closely at the three-piece set. It had a lovely lace bra and matching cheeky panties with the cutest tiny blue bow at the top.

"Look at the back." The salesgirl said.

I turned the hanger and found the words "I Do" spelled with blue rhinestones.

"I love it," I instantly said.

Along with the very sexy lace bra and panties, the sent included a matching garter.

"I'll take it," I said with a smile, knowing with the right accessories, this outfit would send Ken's mind racing.

"Do you have white silk stockings?" I asked

She smiled and offered, "We have silk with the same lace as the set you're buying, and to add just a hint of naughty, they have black seams."

"Oh my!" I exclaimed, "Please show them to me."

Walking toward the stocking display, I noticed a mannequin wearing an incredible, wet-looking outfit. I'd have to check that out after I completed my bridal set.

The stockings perfectly featured a wide lace top matching my bra, panties, and garter. I'll take two pair of these," I said.

I'm unsure if this young sales girl was trying to be helpful or just wanted to make a larger sale, but she suggested, "We do have a few veils if you are interested."

I thought a veil would be right to set off this virginal bridal set. "Let's take a look at what you have."

Their selection wasn't very extensive, but I found a waist-length veil trimmed with lace. It didn't match the lace of the other pieces, but I was reasonably sure that Ken wouldn't notice. It was the perfect length to cover everything except the lacy tops of my stockings. I thought the price was a little high, but I knew I'd recover the cost when Ken gave me my tip for the weekend.

"Do you need shoes?" she asked.

"I have a pair of white stilettoes that will do just fine," I replied.

She smiled and said, "You're good to go then. I hope your bridal gown is as pretty as all these undergarments.

I just smiled and said, "It is." Not wanting her to know that a gown wasn't necessary for my purposes.

She started toward the counter, assuming we were finished.

"I'd like to look at that red wet look number displayed on that mannequin over there," I said.

"Oh my, that is one sexy number," she replied as she placed my purchases on the counter.

When I first noticed the outfit, I could only see from the waist up, but now that I could see the entire mannequin, I wanted it even more. It included a full nylon body suit, long sleeves, and legs that covered your feet. The outer garment in bright fire engine red wet look latex set it off. The latex had a tight turtle neck top fastened together at the back with Velcro. In the front, it narrowed across the upper chest and had about a two-inch wide strip that ran between your tits; below the chest, it widened and fit snuggly around the lower back and under the crotch, where another Velcro attachment held it together.

I imagined how I would look in this very sexy outfit. My tits would be exposed, although covered with the dark nylon body suit. The high cut of the latex at the hips would accentuate my long, shapely legs. Unfortunately, the nylon body suit did not have an open crotch, which meant that it was most likely a wear-once-and-discard garment. I stood there contemplating how to accessorize this sexy outfit should I buy it.

"So what do you think?" the friendly sales girl asked.

"I think it's fabulous," I replied.

She smiled and said. "You know we're having a buy one and get a second outfit for fifty percent off sale this week?"

I turned to her and said, "I didn't know that. I'll take it, but I still need to pick out accessories.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"I'm going to want a pair of matching nylon gloves and shoes," I answered.

Again, she smiled and said, "Wait right here."

As she scurried off, I turned and admired my half-off outfit. I touched the nylon along one of the mannequin's arms. It had a very sexy feel, and I couldn't wait to wear it for Ken. I ran one finger under the latex teddy, which narrowed at the chest. The mannequin had more petite tits than me, and I wondered if this material might curl over when it dipped into my cleavage.

She returned with a lovely pair of nylon gloves, wrist length with a slightly darker band at the top, and the pièce de résistance, a pair of red ankle-high boots that featured small gold padlocks at the side. I held them up to closely examine their quality. The heels were at least six inches high, and walking any distance in them would be a challenge, but I figured I'd only have to walk across a room, so I wasn't worried about the height. "These are perfect," I said, then added, "I hope you have my size."

"We have every size; they're not a big seller," she replied.

I looked at the boots again. The padlocks gave me an idea. "I don't suppose you have a red leather choker collar?" I asked.

"We do, and it has a large gold ring on the front," she answered.

"Great, add that to my sale," I said.

As she bagged my purchases, I thought I'd have to stop at a pet store and buy a red leash.

"Ok, your total is two hundred thirty-five dollars and sixty-seven cents," she said.

I pulled three crisp hundred-dollar bills from my wallet and handed them to her.

After handing me the change, she smiled sheepishly and said, "Your groom is in for a real treat."

"He sure is, thanks for all your help," I said as I picked up my shopping bags and turned to leave.

There is a pet store between the lingerie shop and the exit from the mall, so I stopped there and purchased a short red leather leash. I knew the nylon and latex attire screamed submissiveness, and I hoped Ken would at least get into making me his sex slave at some point during our time together.

I pulled into my garage at five of six, closed the garage door behind my Benz and opened the other door so Daddy could park inside. I placed my shopping bags at the bottom of the stairway and returned to the kitchen. I should have stopped at the grocery store and picked up some light snacks for my guests, but I made do with a plate of cubed cheese and crackers and added some fresh vegetables with ranch dressing. Not much, but after all, they weren't coming by to eat. There were a couple of bottles of beer in the frig and half a bottle of red wine, so I had at least one round of drinks covered.

Daddy is almost always prompt, a characteristic I appreciate, and as expected, I heard his car pull into the garage at precisely seven o'clock. I walked over to the garage door and opened it just as Daddy stood up from his driver seat, reached around, and pressed the door button, closing the garage door behind his black Chrysler.

"Angel, it's great to see you," he said as he walked around the front of my Benz.

I waited until he was close enough, then hugged him as I said, "I always look forward to seeing you, Daddy."

We walked into the kitchen, and I offered him a beer. "I'll hold off on that for now," he replied.

"Let's go in the den," I said as I took his massive hand and led him to my cozy den.

"Will Kim be prompt?" he asked.

One of the most critical things Daddy stresses when meeting a client is promptness, and I was sure he'd initially rate Kim on that.

"I'm sure she will be; she's very anxious to meet you," I answered.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said, motioning to the big, overstuffed chair Barry always sat in to watch his games.

Daddy sat down, and I noticed he used more of the chair than my soon-to-be ex-husband. I sat down on one end of the couch and crossed my legs.

I was anxious to find out the details of my upcoming appointments and figured I'd prompt Daddy to give me the low down. "Tell me about this young man I'm seeing tomorrow evening," I said.

Daddy began to explain, "His father has been a client for a long time, unbeknownst to the boy's mother. He has had several girlfriends, all of whom dumped him because of his abusive treatment."

I was somewhat taken aback by the idea of meeting a young man who had a history of abusing women.

"His father knows why his previous girlfriends have dumped him and discussed it with him. He didn't see it as abusive, but through long conversations with his dad, he realized that he has no idea how to treat a woman properly," Daddy went on to explain.

"I see, so I'm going to show him how a woman wants to be treated?" I asked.

Daddy grinned and replied, "Exactly, but I want you to know that I questioned his father at length about the kind of abuse we're talking about, and he assured me that the boy has no history of physical but rather verbal abuse."

I was relieved to hear that, but I knew going in that Daddy would never put one of his girls into a situation where there was any possibility of physical harm.

Daddy reached into his breast pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Your tip has been paid in advance," he said, leaning forward and handing me the envelope. I opened it and thumbed through a stack of one hundred dollar bills. "I like that," I said as I put the envelope on the end table beside me.

"You will be meeting the client in the Grand Hilton lobby. His father has reserved a suite for you and his son. He wants to talk briefly with you before you go to the suite," Daddy went on to explain.

I smiled. "I'll want to impress him since he's such a good client," I said.

"How will I know who he is?" I asked.

"You won't; I've sent him a photo of you, so he will approach you when you arrive," Daddy said.

I just smiled at him.

"I guess you're wondering about this weekend," Daddy asked.

I continued smiling as I said. "I am; Ken Sacks enjoyed his class reunion picnic last weekend."

Now, it was Daddy who broke into a wide smile then said, "Trust me, Angel, he gave you very high marks. You impressed him with your ability to jump into the role of being his spouse."

I laughed and remarked, "What he didn't have anything to say about the time we spent together at his home after the picnic."

"You shouldn't have to ask; after all, he requested a second appointment in less than a week," Daddy said.

"And from the sound of it, this appointment will be for more than one evening," I remarked.

"That's correct; he would like you to meet him at his home late Friday afternoon. From there, you will travel with him to his vacation home upstate. I believe you will return sometime Sunday night," Daddy explained.

I instantly became even more excited for the weekend.

"He has requested two things. First, he wants you to bring a swimsuit, and second, he'd like you to pack a classy cocktail dress."

"I wouldn't schedule the appointment until he told me where he was taking you, but he's asked that I not tell you as he'd like it to be a surprise," Daddy explained.

I wondered why Ken wanted to surprise me with where we were traveling and what kind of function I needed a classy dress for. "I like surprises," I remarked.

He glanced at his watch and then said, "I suppose I'll be able to talk with Kim here."

"Yes, and after I introduce you to her, I'm going to go upstairs to my bedroom; I have to pack for the weekend and find a swimsuit I still fit into," I commented.

A few minutes later, my doorbell rang, and I popped off the couch to usher Kim in.

"Hiya Angel," Kim greeted me when I opened the door. She wore a sleek-fitting black knit dress that didn't cover her knees. Black stockings and a pair of sexy heels; from the look of her dress, I instantly knew she was not wearing a bra. Her short jet-black hair was nicely styled, with a few strands of hair teased on her forehead. She had painted her nails a lovely shade of pink.

"Evening, Kim," I said as I closed the door behind her.

I took her tiny hand in mine and said, "Right this way."

"Is he here? I didn't see any cars parked outside?" Kim asked.

As we walked through the kitchen, I gently squeezed her hand. "He parked his car in the garage," I replied.

As we entered the den, Daddy stood and extended his hand. I released Kim's hand, and she reached for Daddy's. His hand dwarfed Kim's, probably twice the size of hers. She looked up at him and smiled as I spoke, "Kim, I'd like you to meet Daddy."

"The name is Franklin, but please always refer to me as Daddy for business purposes," he said.

Kim was still holding his hand as she said, "It's my pleasure, Daddy."

Being the perfect hostess, I offered, "Can I get you a drink?"

Daddy released Kim's dainty hand and turned toward me. "I think I'll have that beer now,” he said.

She smiled and responded. "I don't think it's a good idea to be drinking during an employment interview."

Daddy smiled as she turned to face him, acknowledging that Kim wanted a clear head for this employment interview.

"Be back in a flash," I said as I turned and returned to the kitchen.

When I returned with a bottle of beer, and the small dish of snacks I'd prepared earlier, Daddy and Kim were seated beside one another on the couch.

Kim seemed a little anxious, and her body language confirmed that. She sat very upright, her knees tight together as Daddy eyed her up. I knew he'd already noticed her petite tits and the erect nipples beneath her knit dress. I handed Daddy his beer and stood back, waiting for a sign from him that he wanted to be alone with Kim.

"Are you okay?" Daddy asked Kim.

She kind of half smiled and replied, "I'm a little nervous."

"Relax, Kim," I suggested.

Daddy moved a little closer to her as he said, "In this line of work, you'll have to be relaxed from the first moment you meet a client until your appointment has ended." As he spoke, he covered one of her tits with his massive hand.

She jumped at the contact but did not pull away.

"A client may want to touch you at any time," he said, softly squeezing her breast.

I could tell I didn't need to be in the room any longer and politely excused myself, "I'm going to leave you two alone to talk." I knew that, along with talking, Daddy would be seducing her. Placing her tiny hand in his crotch so she could feel his massive cock as it began to come alive. I knew that he would be testing her unique talent along with all her other sexual skills.

They both smiled at me. Daddy's smile was much wider than Kim's, and as I strolled through the kitchen, I heard Kim exclaim, "Oh my, it's so big." I knew Daddy had wasted no time and had her hand touching his mammoth cock.

When I got to my bedroom, I left the door open to hear any sounds of passion loud enough to carry up the stairs to my room.

I stood there in the middle of my bedroom, wondering what I could do for the next couple of hours while they fucked downstairs. I decided a valuable use of the time would be to pick out a classy cocktail dress for the upcoming weekend with Ken and try to find a suitable swimsuit.

The cocktail dress wasn't a problem; I probably had two dozen to choose from. I love my appearance in a cowl neck dress, and I pulled four from my closet and laid them on the bed to examine their features. The first, a cute little white number, featured a deep plunging v-neckline in front with a crisscross of four thin straps in the back and a pleaded hemline that made the dress fit very snuggly on my ass. More slutty than classy, I thought.

My next option was a black halter style with a higher cowl in front but a wholly exposed back down to the small of my back. This was a possibility but was more suited for mid-July rather than the end of November. My third choice was a loosely fitted silver mesh design; the V-neckline and back are draped in a cowl, plunging deeply. It featured a touch of illusion mesh, providing modesty at the neckline while short cap sleeves embraced the shoulders. The skirt is the longest and tapers to gently hug the hips without being tight. I decided on this lovely silver dress without even considering the last dress.

As I hung my choice on the closet door knob, I heard a muffled sound from the first floor. Almost inaudible, it sounded like Kim was pleading for him to fuck her. I took that as a good sign.

Next, I went to my dresser and dug through the bottom drawer for swimsuits. The wet-look suits I’d purchased for my weekend in Cancun with Mitch were on top, and I didn't see any reason to explore deeper into the drawer. I pulled both out, figuring I could decide on a color once Ken revelied where we would be swimming. As I folded the suits and placed them in my suitcase, I thought about Mitch. Our weekend together was exceptional, and I was hopeful he would contact Elegant Escorts for a follow-up appointment.

I again heard sounds from the den, and this time, I walked to the top of the stairs. Kim's voice was clearly heard pleading with him to go slowly. I assumed she was on all fours, and Daddy was behind her, his massive rock-hard cock about to pierce her tight little ass. I wanted to go down the stairs and peek around the corner to watch him ass fuck her but decided not to since I was sure he would be angry if I were discovered watching them.

Instead, I sat down on the top stair and listened to the sounds of their fucking.

"It's so fucking tight," I heard Daddy exclaim. Instantly followed by a high-pitched squeal from Kim. I assumed his cock had penetrated her ass, stretching her sphincter to its limit.

Over the next ten minutes or so, Kim's pleadings for him to go slowly change to urges for him to fuck her harder. I knew his cock was buried in her tight little ass and that she was showing him that her claim of being an anal sex specialist was confirmed.

I heard Daddy's orgasmic growl, followed instantly by Kim exclaiming, "Fill my ass with your hot spunk."

The sounds became more muffled again, and I could no longer determine what they were saying. I decided to retreat to my bedroom and wait for one of them to confirm that the interview was complete.

While waiting, I stripped and changed into a red satin lounging pajama set. My nipples were hard from the excitement of listening to them fucking, and the moisture in my cunt was a sure sign that if Daddy wanted to, he could fuck me once he'd finished with Kim.

I sat down in the overstuffed chair and began thumbing through a magazine, not really paying much attention to the contents but instead waiting and hoping both Daddy and Kim would appear at my bedroom door for another round of hot sex.

You can imagine my disappointment when Daddy alone appeared about a half hour later. He was completely dressed, and as he stepped into my bedroom, he said, "She's one hot little Asian tart."

I smiled at him, and as I stood up, I said, "So she passed the test."

Daddy grinned widely and said, "With flying colors. I've offered her a position with Elegant Escorts."

I walked to where he stood and wrapped my satin-covered arms around his neck. Looking up into his eyes, I asked, "Do you want a little more hot pussy tonight?"

I dropped one hand to his loins and stroked his big black cock through his slacks.

"You know the rule, Angel. I don't fuck my girls," Daddy remarked.

With a broad smile on my lips, I answered, "But me so horny."

He laughed at my use of the line from a rap song I'd heard some time ago but still reached for and removed my hand from his cock.

"Save it for tomorrow night's client," Daddy suggested.

"Do you wanna talk to Kim before she leaves?" he asked.

I answered, "Yes, I sure do."

"Come downstairs then; I'm gonna get going in a few minutes," he said.

I followed him downstairs and into the den. Kim was half sitting, half reclining on the couch. Her eye makeup was smeared in circles around her eyes, and her dress was somewhat disheveled. There was a long run in one of her stockings, and she was without her shoes.

From her appearance, I knew it had been an intense ass fucking, but she got through it since Daddy offered her a job.

"I'm off," Daddy said before he headed to the garage, leaving me alone with my young Asian friend.

I sat beside Kim, and after hearing his car back out, I said, "Are you okay?"

Kim turned her head toward me and replied, "That's one huge mother fucking cock."

"Did he hurt you?" I asked.

"Oh no, Daddy was very patient and extremely gentle. He even rimmed my ass to relax my sphincter before he tried to penetrate me," Kim answered.

"I'm so glad, Kim; I was a little worried about his size," I remarked.

She smiled and said, "When I first pulled it from his pants, I was more than a little worried. I've never seen a bigger cock."

Kim and I talked about her ass fucking session with Daddy and her plans going forward. She assured me she was all in about becoming one of Daddy's Elegant Escorts. I offered to let her stay the night, but she declined, admitting she wanted to take a soaking bath and had to open the salon in the morning. Kim left my place at about ten thirty.

I turned in shortly after Kim left, knowing that my appointment on Thursday evening would be a prelude to a weekend of seduction, passion, and lust.