Unknown - Ripe for revenge

This wouldn't be the first time that I had bedded down someone over the course of a job, but you couldn't tell my pussy that.

Now don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm a slut, hopping from bed to bed.

In my private life I'm very picky about who I hop in the sack with. There's just some extra jolt that goes along with doing it on the job.

It's like a game…

Or being an actress…

It's a sexy role I get to play, where I'm not really me.

It's someone else. A different personality, only my body happens to be there. And this time I knew it was going to be something really different.

Something that might take hours…

And my puss was getting ready. Wanting to be used for such a long time!

Just as with the girl from the night before, I didn't pull my car into the driveway. Of course I didn't have the luxury of having a chauffeur like she did, but then no one other than me would ever know that.

Locking my car, I made my way up to Donner's front door, my high heels clicking as if to announce my arrival.

I must have been expected, for the door opened within ten seconds of my ringing the buzzer.

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to…" Donner stood in the doorway.

Frozen!

He had been about to lay into me about being late, but suddenly changed his mind.

He just stood there… staring at me!

"I'm sorry. There was some mixup at the Agency, but I got here as soon as I could," I lied. Doing my best to no look as nervous as I really felt.

"The Agency," he muttered. Donner's eyes narrowed slightly, and then it was as if he all at once pulled himself back together. "Yes, yes. Of course. Come in."

He stepped far enough to one side that I could squeeze in between him and the open door. Even as I passed him I could feel his gaze on my body.

Not all of his gaze was centered on my figure.

For some reason I got the impression he had been expecting someone else.

It had never occurred to me that he might have a regular girl that came!

If so, he would probably be wondering what the hell I was doing there.

"Listen, I know there was some confusion at the Agency, so if I'm not…"

Donner was still looking at me. I could feel his eyes moving over me.

Touching me just as surely as if he were using his hands to caress my body.

"No that's quite all right. Another thought had taken my mind for a moment, that's all. But if the Agency sent you, then you know all about what I want."

It wasn't a question. Just a hard statement of fact.

One I could only respond yes or no to.

Either stay or head for the door right now.

And once I committed, that would be it. No turning back.

I nodded my head.

"Of course. Ready when you are."

But was I? Just like the rest of this case, I didn't have a clue as to what was going on. What was it he wanted of me? What was I letting myself in for?

I was nearly trembling from the anticipation. Wishing like hell that he'd make the first move.

The strange smile Donner was giving me didn't do much to help my nervousness.

That combination of a leer and the eager smile of child wanting to get at a new toy.

"We'll just see about that," he said. Smiling. All of it as if we were sharing some little secret.

"Let's start off by seeing what you really have. Display yourself to me!"

I'd never heard it put quite like that before, but from the way his gaze had dropped I figured he wanted to see more of my legs.

And the rest of me as well.

I smiled at my audience of one as I reached for the bottom hem of my mini. Slowly twisting at the hip to show one leg then the other.

Making a show of it as I pulled my skirt up.

"Hold still! I never told you to move!" he shouted.

So much for trying to be sexy, I thought. He doesn't want a show, just to get right to the meat of the issue.

My meat!

But at least he was still looking.

Boy was he ever.

I thought he was about to hurt himself by the time my skirt was pulled up to reveal my panties.

Red fluffs of hair poking out from around the sides of tiny scrap of lace.

"What the hell is that? I thought you said you knew why I sent for you?"

"I… I…" but I didn't have the faintest idea what had upset Donner, let alone being able to work up a bluff to get me out of it.

"You'll find what you need in there," he shouted, pointing toward a closed doorway. "Or else get the hell out and stop wasting my time!"

With a flush of embarrassment I rushed to the door he pointed at, still holding my skirt up around my waist.

I had stepped into a small bathroom, and try as I might I couldn't find anything that seemed as if it could be of any use to me.

All I found were the normal things you'd see in a bathroom. Towels, soap etc. There was an unusual looking razor, but…

Then it hit me. Donner hadn't said a word until I had gotten my skirt up to where he could see my cat.

Could it be that he only liked girls with a shaved bush?

What else could it be?

So I stood there holding the razor.

Looking at the way light danced on the sharp edge.

Wondering. Guessing, but not knowing for sure what was expected of me.

Once more, all I had to do was walk out the door.

Walk out and keep going. But no, I had to be bull headed about this. I was so sure I could still make use of the situation. That I could find some way to get the goods on this asshole.

Without even realizing it, I guess I had already made up my mind. My hands were pulling my panties down, letting them fall to the floor.

Raising one foot, I hooked my heel on the edge of the basin. My pussy directly over the sink.

It was the strangest sensation. Oh sure, most women have trimmed their fur at some point in time, but to shave it off!

A girl's cat is supposed to be hidden away, kept out of sight. A secret only to be shared when and where she decides.

It's also a badge of her womanhood.

Proving to the world that she isn't a child anymore.

All of these things are important to a girl.

Making it all the harder for me to cut my fur away.

When I was done I found my fingers rubbing over my freshly bare mound. The fresh smoothness felt so alien.

It was almost as if I were trying to hide my poor naked cat. Even from my own eyes!

I was embarrassing myself with the way it looked.

Still Donner was out there waiting. Just a few feet away, but I didn't think that I could face him.

Feeling like an idiot as I pulled my panties back on and stood there.

So now what?

It wasn't as if I could just stay in here for the rest of the night.

I had to come out sooner or later.

I had to do something.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

All set to just make for the front door and call it quits.

"About damn time. I was about to call the Agency to tell them to come drag your ass out!"

Donner wasn't where I had left him. He was now pacing in what looked to be a large library.

"I'm sorry to have taken so…"

"I don't fucking want to hear it! All I know is that you're wasting my time."

"No. I was…"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! If I want to hear something from you, I'll ask. Now let's go back to where we were."

It was as if my feet were glued to the floor, not allowing me leave.

One look at Donner told me what was expected.

My hands were trembling as I pulled my skirt up this second time. Somewhere along the way all of my self confidence had evaporated.

I wasn't thinking clearly at all, only responding to Donner's voice.

What he was ordering me to do.

"And you continue to waste my time."

My head snapped down to look. I didn't know what he meant. Hadn't I done what he wanted? Or was there something else, some other detail I had missed?