“And finally, the 30-metre pool with the fountain, overlooking the tennis court. Hope you like what you’ve seen?” I said.
Patrick glanced at my bulging tits and then looked at my long legs. “I do. Price?”
“3.5 million.”
“Does that include the full experience?” he smiled, cheekily.
I smiled and said, “Follow me.”
I took him to the master bedroom. When inside, I got on my knees and unzipped his pants. He tightened his lips and looked down at me, breathing rapidly through his nose, his chest expanding quickly. I saw that he was eager to bang me hard.
I whipped out his dick and then licked the tip before glancing up at him with a smile. His lips curled. I engulfed his dick with my mouth and licked the tip, then slid my lips down his dick. He groaned and put his hand on the top of my head.
His tip went into my throat, making me gurgle and foam at my mouth. Saliva poured out the corner of my lips, and tears filled my eyes. He thrust his hip, making his dick go even deeper. I grabbed his dick and pulled my head back to catch a breath.
My eyes widened, and I smiled looking up at him. I saw that he wanted me to be dirty.
I sprung up to my feet and then bent over the bed, my feet touching the floor. I looked at him over my shoulder and said, “Whichever hole you want.”
He unzipped my mini skirt and pulled it down, then ran his hands up my muscular thighs and squeezed my ass. I knew he would give it to me anally.
It wasn’t my first time to get it in the ass without any lubrication, so I was prepared for some pain.
He stuck his tip into my anus, making me lift my heels and rest on my toes, contracting my ass and calves. I spread my arms on the bed and dunked my head into the duvet as he pushed his dick all the way into my ass.
Patrick grabbed a full fist of my hair and snapped my head back, making me wince. He smacked my ass and then penetrated. I screamed as he sped up, slightly tearing my ass open. My forehead wrinkled, and I closed my eyes to alleviate the pain.
Anal sex was somewhat hot, but it could be a pain in the ass. Excuse the pun. My goodness, the lengths I went to please my clients. What they wanted is what they got. And then I got what I wanted.
I screamed as he got aggressive with the pounding. Patrick had a thick dick, which filled up my ass more than I wanted. But I got through it somehow.
About 15 minutes later, he made weird noises before busting his load inside my ass. I was glad that it was over.
“My friends were right about you. You do whatever it takes to sell your properties.”
Sometimes I wasn’t proud of that, but I had three children to feed. It hasn’t been easy for me since the divorce and Ryan skipping the country to avoid paying alimony and child support.
On Monday, I walked into the office. I greeted Janet. As usual, she flashed a quick smile at me without saying a word.
Walking down the hallway, I popped my head into Maddie’s office. “Hi, Maddie. How was your weekend?”
“Fine.” She said without making eye contact and then carried on typing.
I smiled and then went to my desk. I would’ve loved to be friends with all of the women in the office, but that was out of the question. Their sales were nowhere near mine, and it didn’t help that I looked better than all of them put together.
At the meeting an hour later, the boss congratulated me in front of the entire staff for selling $12 million of property in the last month. At 5% commission, I had earned $600,000. My best month was $850,000.
The boss had no idea how I had managed to do so well. Some of the women had suspected my extra services, but I was certain that they wanted proof before exposing me.
I never thought that I would do so well in real estate, especially since I entered the industry with no experience. Sales in the beginning were slow and then improved after I met Colin. He was a CEO of a bank, looking to buy a second home. I was certain that it was for his mistress.
During the tour of the house, he asked if I would join him for dinner. I thought that was a nice offer, so I agreed. After the meal, he told me that he would definitely buy the house if we went back to it and had sex. His vehement expression made me believe him. I took him up on the offer.
He bought the $2 million home and told me that he would send his network my way. After that deal, several successful businessmen had contacted me weekly, all seeking, what I had called, the full experience. That was our secret code for them getting what they wanted so I could make the big bucks.
Since meeting Colin, business has been booming. I had just recently bought a wonderful home for my children and me, and I no longer worry about money. I’ve already put enough away for all three of them to go to an Ivy League university, and the remainder of my money is in rental property and the stock market.
I’m loving life, and nobody is going to knock me off my high horse.
Jude made an appointment to see a $1.5 million home. When I saw him at the house, I had an eerie feeling about him. He wore a silk shirt, unbuttoned to his chest, revealing his hairy chest and gold chain. His hair was greased back, and he revealed the gap between his teeth when he smiled.
He was either a drug dealer or a porn director. Either way, he seemed like he had money. I was hoping that he wouldn’t ask for the full experience, but I knew the chances were slim. The guy was creepy in every way, and I hoped he wouldn’t touch me. If I were completely honest, most of my clients were unattractive. But they had money, and that was all that mattered.
After the tour, Jude asked, “Does the tour also include the full experience?”
I forced myself to say, “Yes, of course. Right this way.”
Most of the homeowners were selling their second home. In the few cases when it was their primary residence, I told them to leave the house for a few hours so that I could convince the clients to buy the home. The clients loved banging me at the home they wanted to buy. They associated the home with the great sex I offered, making them feel pleasured when they were at that home, so they could reminisce about our intimacy.
I bent over the bed. Jude surprised me by giving it to me slowly. I thought he was the type to strangle me, spit on my face and slap me around. But he was gentle.
The weird thing was him saying, “Here’s Katherine on the bed, giving me sex after the house tour. She does anything to please her clients. No wonder she makes a lot of sales.”
The boss called me into his office on Thursday afternoon. He said, ” Sit, Katherine. I have a very disturbing video to show you.”
He pressed play, and I watched a video with Jude’s POV of me on the bed. The bastard looked like he wore a head camera.
The boss pressed stop. “Care to explain?”
I had never lied to the boss, and I had no other explanation than the truth. He fired me on the spot. I was rattled, but I was more furious that I had been duped and hadn’t made the sale.
I contacted Jude and demanded that he meet me.
During our meeting, he told me the full story after I paid him $10,000. He asked for another $5,000 to accept my request to go to my ex-boss to tell him that Janet and Maddie had concocted a plan with him to get me fired.
He called me the following day and told me that those two cows were furious with him for betraying them. I had paid him more than them, so I had no doubt that he would be on my side.
I wasn’t too bummed about losing my job. I had made millions of dollars in the last few years, and my rental properties were bringing in a large income. But more importantly, I wanted to spend more time with my kids.
The perk of the whole fiasco was that the perpetrators were living month to month, now struggling to get by because they had no jobs. No other property agency wanted to employ Janet and Maddie because nobody liked conniving bitches.
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