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Lottie sighs as she wipes down her table, cleaning it off from her last client, ready to pack up and leave for the day. Instead she is interrupted with a knock at the door, Lottie groans and drops her head, frustrated but she answers with a raised voice.
“Come in!” The door swings open, Tai enters with a sorry frown. “Hey, I know you usually head out at this time but,” she looks down the hallway and then at the clock hanging in the room. “Everyone else is busy right now, we accidentally double booked Jackie this guy has been waiting for almost an hour. Can you help us out please? I’m already supposed to prepare for my next client, I’ll owe you big time.” Tai begs.
Taissa is never one to ask for favors and she has always helped Lottie when she was in a jam, Lottie rolls her shoulders trying to release the tension and stress from her previous sessions. She nods her head, patting the table bed in front of her.
“Yeah give me five minutes then send him in.” Lottie adjusts her soft pink scrubs as if that could help ease her nerves. Tai smiles and taps at the doorframe. “Thank you Lot for real. I owe you a fuckton.”
“Damn right.” Lottie mutters and Tai walks out with a cackle, door closing swiftly behind her.
Lottie gets to work, laying down a cover towel on the bed, and grabbing some extra towels she has stashed away for tomorrow. Lighting up eucalyptus scented candles, and tightening her apron around her waist insuring she had the body oils on hand.
It’s only another minute before she hears a knock on the door again, Lottie exhales and pulls a practiced smile on her face. She makes her way to the door and opens it gently, Misty stands with her client behind her.
“This is Lottie, she’ll be taking care of you today. I think you’ll be very pleased with her services!” Misty says with a grin, Lottie blushes and the uninitiated innuendo before clearing her throat and waving the client into the room.
“Thank you Misty, please come inside and make yourself comfortable.” She ushers the man in and Misty leaves with a quick nod.
Lottie lets the man take a seat in the client chair as they discuss the main areas of focus. “It’s mostly my lower back and thighs that have a lot of pain, I’m usually hunched over a desk all day so by the time I’m out of the chair I’m cramping up.” He points to the base of his spine, Lottie stands him up and presses a firm hand to his lower back.
“Ah! Crap, sorry.” He shouts, a pinched look of pain across his face as Lottie runs her hand up his back. “My apologies, I just wanted to get a sense as to where the main area of focus should be.” She steps back with an apologetic dip of her head.
“It’s alright, just sensitive I guess.” He shrugs it off.
“Yes, well I’ll give you a minute to undress and get comfortable. Then we’ll start with the massage and target those areas more directly.”
“Oh okay.” Lottie pauses and clarifies. “Fully, don’t worry about being shy. Every body is a piece of art to me, worked to perfection.” She lays a soft comforting hand on his shoulder and with a gentle squeeze she exits the room, closing the door behind her.
As Lottie steps out of the room to give her client some privacy she takes a stroll to the front counter where Misty sits, filling out and filing away paperwork. She looks up as Lottie approaches and waves her hand excitedly.
“Oh great! Excellent timing as always, I wanted to let you know something interesting about your guest.” Lottie rolls her eyes, resting her forearms on the high counter top and leaning forward.
“Yes? What about him?” With an eyebrow raised Lottie taps her fingers on the counter waiting as a grin spreads across Misty’s face.
“Hmm, well. I just thought you’d find it interesting to know your clients profile. You might have more in common than you’d think.” And Misty hands over a clipboard, on it was a paper; previously filled out by her client.
Benjamin Cruz; 25 years old. Lottie nods as she reads through all standard information but she keeps reading.
She finds what Misty is alluding to, under gender he had checked off; trans man. Lottie looks at Misty with a scoff and hands her back the clipboard.
“Oh my god Misty, not all trans people have to date you know. This is very heteronormative of you in the weirdest way.” Lottie drops the clipboard into the blonde's hands and Misty scrambles to catch it before it could slip out of her grip.
“Well no not exactly! I just thought you’d feel more comfortable knowing, you’ve made it clear how intolerable many cis-men can be during your sessions with them. So I hope this could ease some of your nerves.”
Lottie pulls away from the counter and softens her glare, instead a small smile grows on her face. It’s true as a (trans) woman in general it could be very difficult to have a male client that didn’t try to make a pass at her. She usually requested to avoid any male clientele in that case, but knowing Benjamin was in the ‘same’ position as her she felt a wave of relief pass over her.
“Thanks Misty, that does help. Sorry I guess after Jackie tried to set me up with that woman a few weeks ago, I’ve been on the defense.” Lottie rubbed at the back of her neck with a shy smile.
Misty shakes her head, with a wave of her head she dismisses the brief accusation. “That’s understandable, no worries, okay I won’t keep you for too long. Just wanted to make you aware that this session won’t be like the others. See ya later Lottie!”
Lottie nods and waves goodbye, making her way to the closed door and knocking gently. “Come in!” The man calls from the other side, Lottie slips in quickly closing the door and locking it to not be disturbed during their session. She dims the lights slightly and she presses play on a radio with a soothing list of background noise, that combined with the candle scents helps create her comforting environment.
“Benjamin, right?” She asks to clarify and establish a proper introduction between them.
He is laying face down on the bed, back exposed with the modesty towel covering his lower back to mid thigh. He nods then answers, “Please just Benji, Benjamin sounds so stuck up. Only at work or to my parents.”
Lottie chuckles as she fixes her ponytail. “I’m the same way, Charlotte to my father and Lottie to everyone else, just feels better too.” She can sense his tension still and taps at his ankle so as to not spook him.
“I’m going to adjust the towel a bit, okay?” He nods. “Alright.” Lottie folds each end down then up to get more surface area. When she sees a tattoo peeking out under the top of the towel, a purple, heart tramp-stamp. She can’t help but run her finger tips over it, lingering for maybe a moment too long as she feels him shutter beneath her touch.
“This is nice.” She says to make it not so awkward. “Thank you, I just thought it’d be a funny joke. It wasn’t till after that I realized I never get to see it though, others seem to like it enough.”
“Others?” Lottie asks with a hint of envy. “Just past partners, my friends always poke fun at me when we go swimming, but I love it.” Benji replies.
“Past partners? What about currently? No girlfriend? Boyfriend?”
Benji chuckles and shakes his head or tries to, forgetting his head was tucked into the head rest. “Nope, girlfriends have never lasted long. Being uh- trans can really create a barrier to connections in relationships.” He explains then tenses up with a sharp inhale. “Sorry, I didn't mean to trauma dump on you.”
Lottie shakes her head and pats a comforting hand on his ankle. “No no, it’s okay. I understand, me too. I mean I get it being trans and having trouble dating.”
Benji raises his head, using his arms to push up and look at her in interest. “Really?” Lottie nods her head, smiling with a light flush to her cheeks.
Benji looks her up and down, if she didn’t know any better she’d say he was checking her out; eyes lingering as his lips pull into a grin. “Oh okay, that’s awesome. I mean not the relationship part. Just- I don’t meet many other trans people that I wasn't from a site online. Is it weird that makes this a lot more comfortable?”
“I don’t think so, I don’t usually take male clients but, I read your file so it isn’t as awkward.” Lottie blows a puff of air up to move her bangs. “Are you ready to get started?” Benji nods, laying back down, taking a deep breath and relaxing his body.
“Okay, this is gonna be a bit cold at first so bear with me.” Lottie warns as she pumps a small amount of oil into the palm of her hand. She rubs her hands together to try and warm them up.
Benji has to keep from jumping when he feels her soft slender hands on his shoulders, the oil is still a little cold as advertised but what’s more is the firm pressure Lottie applies to the muscles in his back.
She applies more oil and rubs it all over his back and arms, going back to focus on his shoulders and massaging them with deep focus. Benji groans in relief, then coughs in embarrassment from the low guttural noises it produces. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be, means I’m doing a good job.” Lottie wraps her hands around the back of his neck pushing into a knot at the base of his neck. She leans over his back to whisper in his ear. “Trust me sweetie, I’ll let you know if I want you to stop.”
Benji is glad his face is hidden cause his face is almost definitely deep red.
Lottie isn’t shy in her flirting technique and while it could be dangerous; making advances towards a client, she doesn’t think he would mind, if his quiet acceptance and continuous deep low hums are anything to go off of.
She moves down his back applying deep pressure to the knots in his back, some earning high pitched squeaks or deep groans of pleasure. Lottie bites her lip, feeling herself enjoying the sounds of the man beneath her. She reaches the base of his spine, splaying out her hands, using her thumbs to dig in.
“Ah fuck!” Benji almost jumps up again but Lottie pushes his shoulders down. “It’s okay, just breathe. Try and relax, it’s gonna hurt at first but just give it a minute, you weren’t kidding there’s a lot of tension at the base.”
“Okay okay, sorry it just hurts.”
“I know darling, just let me work it out of you okay? I promise it’ll feel better soon.”
Lottie waits for him, before she massages his lower back again, starting lightly at his sides then the middle of his back pushing his muscles up and down working her way to the base of his spine. With a firm but gentle hand she warms him up to the touch, applying more soothing oil and working out the knots of stress in the area.
Benji tenses again, but stays down, instead flexing the muscles in his legs unintentionally firming the muscles in his ass for her, pulling up the towel a few inches to show the bottom of his ass. Lottie makes no move to fix it, enjoying the slight hint of skin that peaks out, she licks her lips and checks to see if he noticed.
But Benji can only moan at the relief he gets from the tension leaving his back. “Oh man that feels so much better, thank you.” He slumps down more into the bed, melting under her touch.
“Of course, glad to be of service.” Lottie rakes her eyes up and down his back, watching as he subtly moves his hips to her touch, nearly grinding into the table.
She smirks as she pulls away and moves down to his legs. Benij gasps as she makes contact with his upper quad, feeling her warming the oil on his skin. His leg twitches and he doesn’t know if he opens his legs or she pulls them apart but neither complain as she gains more space to work. Up and down she massages, taking his foot and massaging his ankle and heel.
Lottie takes his other leg in a firmer grip, pulling a strong groan out of him. She looks up to see his towel riding up, giving her a clear view of his pretty pink lips. Lottie sucks in a sharp breath, feeling a deep heat in her pants.
She moves forward to push against the table, applying pressure to her hardening cock. As she moves up his leg she lets her fingers skim the bottom of his ass, waiting for any notion to stop. Instead, Benji groans and lifts up his hips, giving her access to him.
“Please, more.” He begs spreading legs open more.
Lottie’s finger inches closer to his center, she slips her hand between his thighs, checking to see if he had any protest. None come from his mouth, instead he bites his lips to keep from moaning too loud. She squeezes his meaty thigh pulling them apart to see wet pink lips. Lottie groans when she dips into the wet evidence, she pulls her hand back and lips her fingers into her mouth, humming at the taste.
“Go ahead and turn over for me babe,” he follows her instructions flipping over to lay on his back, when the towel drops onto the floor Lottie stops him from catching it. “Don’t worry about that, there’s no need.”
Benji nods and lays back down, letting Lottie massage his arms down and rest by his sides. Rubbing his shoulders and neck, he looks up to see her with a hungry look in her eyes; watching him react to her touch holding his breath as she moves down to his chest.
Her hands spread warm oil over his chest scars, admiring them. “So beautiful baby, does that feel good?” She leans down to ear, hot breath against his skin.
“Yes, it feels so good, don’t stop please.” He begs.
Lottie pushes her body into him, hands wandering down to his hips, he feels a firm poke against his shoulder. He turns his head to see Lottie’s hard erection and his mouth drops open, Lottie stops afraid of his response.
But Benji smiles and meets her eyes. “Is that for me, gorgeous? God, you look so perfect.” Lottie nods, smiling shyly despite her previous actions. “Can I-” he licks his lips, turning his head to look back at her crotch. “Can I see?”
“Are you sure?” Benji nods, never looking away from her firm excitement. He reaches a hand out tugging at the hip of her pants. Lottie pulls them down letting them hang below her waist, her tight black spandex boy shorts doing little to hide her hard cock.
It strains against the cloth and Benji reaches out to palm at her, Lottie moves her hips in time with him. “More, please.” He requests and Lottie is quick to drop her underwear, her beautiful tan cock nearly slapping him in the face.
He wishes it did, he strokes her, clumsy from this angle. Arm crooked above his head as his mouth opens; panting deep huffs as Lottie jerks forward. She leans down to rub at his pussy, hand wet as she rubs his clit and then between his lips.
“Fuck Lottie, that feels so good. Can I taste you?”
“Yes, like this?” He nods and scoots up more head nearly off the table, offering his mouth. Lottie moves back, kicking off her shoes and pants, giving herself a few good strokes and spitting on her cock to get more lubrication.
“Ready?” Benji nods, eyes wide and mouth open as he looks up at her. Slowly she teases her tip in, rubbing gently against his lips before inserting herself. Benji enjoys the warmth in his mouth, running his tongue over her tip and giving long slow sucks.
He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer deeper into his mouth. Lottie groans and dips her fingers into his wet cunt, causing him to moan; the vibrations around her dick have her jerking her hips by accident, nearly shoving the whole of herself down his throat.
“S-sorry.” She goes to pull back but Benji’s arm keeps her in place, in fact opening his mouth more to take her deeper. She slides down his throat with near flawless ease, until her balls are against his nose.
Lottie gasps as she feels him still licking around her cock, he begins to choke and she quickly pulls back. “Holy shit! That was so good baby, so good.” She comforts him as he coughs then smiles.
“Don’t be, you taste delicious.” Lottie laughs and strokes her gentle hand against his cheek. “Mind if I return the favor?” She looks down to his dripping cunt. Benji nods and watches as Lottie sheds her last pieces of clothing.
Her shirt flung to the other side of the room, and she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. The black silky bra slips off her shoulders and down onto the floor.
He pushes himself up on his elbows, mesmerized by her dark perky tits. Nipples dark pink and begging for attention, Lottie notices his interest and leans down to have them in front of him.
“Go ahead, tell me how bad you want them.” Benji places a hand on her waist, sliding it up her abdomen until he cups her breast.
“Lottie, please you look so gorgeous, let me make you feel good please.” He begs running his thumb over her nipple. Lottie nods with a shaky breath, “yes.”
He wastes no time leaning forward with his tongue sticking out, licking a harsh stripe over her nipple before taking it into his mouth. He squeezes her other tit not wanting to leave it unappreciated, pulling at the nipple as he sucks and bites.
“Yes yes, fuck yes just like that, good boy.” Lottie arches her back trying to push more of herself into him. Benji follows; taking almost her full tit into his mouth and humming around the delicious skin and letting go to give the other the same treatment.
He slides his hand down her body, scratching his nails lightly against her stomach as he reaches her pelvis. He takes her cock into his hand, pulling away from her tit to allow his spit to drool down onto her shaft.
Benji resumes lavishing her nipples with his hot mouth as he pumps her cock slowly and teasingly, going down to the base and up to the tip. Rubbing his palm against her tip to collect her leaking cum, all the while Lottie grips onto the back of his neck trying not to cum so early.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” She warns and Benji pulls back from her nipple with a wet pop. “That’s so hot, please cum. Cum for me.” And Lottie looks down at him, his eyes glazed over with submissive want.
She pulls his head up to meet her lips as he strokes her faster and harder, squeezing her cock with the perfect amount of pressure, his other hand reaching down to play with her balls.
Benji opens his mouth to let her slide her tongue in, Lottie whimpers against his lips and he bites her bottom lip pulling it and letting go. He reconnects them and Lottie humps into his hand, she lets out a high pitched sigh and he feels her cock twitching in his hand, her cum warm and slippery as she releases.
He pulls back slightly and before Lottie can apologize he puts his hand up to his face, licking her cum from his hand. Sucking his fingers into his mouth and groaning at the delicious taste, Lottie’s jaw nearly drops open; she pulls him into another kiss to taste herself on his lips.
She pecks a few small kisses against his lips, holding his face with both hands as she smiles. “Well now, how do I out do that?” Benji giggles at her and shrugs, opening his legs.
“Go ahead and try.” Lottie doesn’t waste any time, sliding a hand in between his legs to collect his slick cum, he groans as she taps on his clit lightly.
Lottie covers her hand in as much wet cum as she can before using it to stroke her cock, Benji pulls her in for a hot open mouthed kiss. Teeth clash and tongue collide, heavy panting into each other's mouths.
Benji joins Lottie in pumping her dick, taking over control, he pulls her forward till the head of he cock meets his wet pussy, Lottie stares entranced by his begging hole. “Is this okay?” He asks.
Lottie looks up to meet his gaze. Benji is flush with want and desire, she nods and gives him a gentle kiss in approval. “I’m ready, let me fuck your pretty hole baby.” She cups the side of his face with her hand, rubbing his cheek with her thumb.
Benji scoots forward, till he is barely on the edge of the table, nudging the tip of her cock in. He teases the both of them, rubbing her slowly against his folds before Lottie can’t take it anymore.
With a frustrated groan she pushes in, not all the way but almost half her cock slips into his tight cunt. Lottie drops her head onto his shoulder, biting the flesh harshly.
“Ah! Oh fuck, yes please.” Benji screams, and Lottie’s hips twitch at the words. She pulls back and slams into him again. “Yes, yes. More please Lottie, I need more!”
Lottie sucks a wet and dark mark onto his shoulder, she raises her head and licks up his neck to the back of his ear. Her voice is deep and raspy, “You like that huh? You like being fucked and used like a tight toy for my cock?” She moans into his ear, and she continues to pump hard and slow into him.
But he can’t speak, too busy whimpering from the thick cock shoving its way inside him. Lottie is one of the biggest he had ever taken, and he loves the stretch she gives his pussy. If he wasn’t so wet and eager to please, he doubts he’d be able to fit her all the way.
Benji nods and moans desperately, eyes closed and mouth agape as Lottie mercilessly slams herself balls deep into him.
Without a verbal response she stops, leaving her cock sheathed in his wet hole. Lottie grips the hair on the back of his back and pulls, forcing his head back, Benji opens his eyes to meet her gaze.
Lottie stares at him with a look of disapproval. “Answer me slut,” she feels his pussy twitch and tighten around her and she almost rolls her eyes in ecstasy. “You love being around my cock, taken and used like a whore.”
“Yes!” He shouts and Lottie moves back an inch before slamming into him again. “It feels good to be used, doesn't it?”
“Yes!” Again she pulls back a few inches and slams in. “Say it, tell me how much you love this.”
“Fuck, I love it so much. I want you to use my pussy and cum inside me. Fill me up till I’m dripping.”
“Good boy,” she yanks his head back again. “Open, stick out your tongue.” Benji opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue as much as he can, looking absolutely pathetic.
Lottie collects as much saliva as she can and spits on his tongue. “Swallow.” When he listens to her she smiles, letting go of his hair and rubbing her thumb across his bottom lip, pulling it down to open his mouth again.
She slips her thumb in, satisfied when he takes her in and starts sucking, the pad of her thumb in the middle of his tongue. She yanks it out and pats his cheek, his own saliva painting his face. “Good fucking boy, so good at following directions.”
Lottie starts fucking him with a more slower speed this time, allowing him to fully enjoy the length of her cock. It doesn’t stop him from moving his hips forward to match her thrusts.
“So needy baby, like a dog. Turn around, let me fuck that pussy from behind, wanna see your beautiful ink.” Lottie steps back and lets Benji flip over, hands and knees on the table.
Lottie climbs up behind him and the table groans under their collective weight but it holds firm.
Benji groans when he feels Lottie’s hands trace down his back, gripping his hips. Lottie squeezes his ass and he pushes back, “So perfect for me, you’re ready huh baby?” Benji nods his head eagerly.
Lottie slaps his ass with a fast and hard hand. “Use your words slut.”
“Yes! Fuck yes, I want you so bad.” Benji cries.
“Good, I’m gonna fill your pussy so much you’re gonna be leaking out.”
Lottie lines up her cock, watching as Benji’s hips twitch in anticipation, she smirks and pushes in. Her cock sinks in with slight resistance but she continues to push, the new position providing a perfect angle to keep her in.
She bottoms out and lets Benji adjust to the stretch, she watches as he buries his head down into his arms, letting him take a moment before she reels back and slams in again.
Benji moans, body shuddering from enjoyment. Lottie lays her body on top of him, sliding her hands around his front, one hand caressing his chest and the other resting at the base of his neck.
She licks at his neck and sucks a heavy bite into his skin. “That’s it baby, take me all.” Lottie’s hips begin to move again, slow and steady fucking into his wet pussy, the sounds of flesh slapping together fill the room. Her sweat dripped onto his body.
Lottie pulls his head up and he turns to the side, she presses a wet kiss to his cheek.
“Please, I’m so close.” Benji whines, his pussy squeezes tightly around her dick, Lottie’s eyes roll back and she does her best to hold it together.
“You wanna cum baby? Wanna come around my hard cock?” Benji nods and answers. “Yes! Fuck yes I want to come with you!”
“Good answer baby, fuck. I’m close, want me to unload inside you, wanna be filled with my cum?”
“God yes!”
Lottie speeds up her thrusts, squeezing the bottom of his neck and grunting from her efforts. “Are you ready?”
Benji nods, slamming his hips back to meet her thrusts.
“Come for me Benji, fucking come on my cock!”
Benji nearly screams at her words, Lottie slaps her hand over his mouth as she bites down on his shoulder to muffle her own moans. Benji slumps down onto the table and Lottie follows him in a slower manner, letting their bodies relax together.
“Holy shit.” Benji sighs from underneath her, Lottie laughs and nods her head.
“Holy shit indeed,” she rubs his back gently as she peels herself off of him, pulling her cock out with a tired groan. Benji moans at the loss but is more surprised when he is flipped over to lay on his back, then is pulled to the edge of the table.
“What?” Though he doesn’t get more than a moment to ask before a hot tongue is licking the wet cum from his hole. “Oh fuck, Lottie please, I don’t think I can take much more.”
“Shh, it's okay baby. I’m just tasting us real quick, just wanna clean you up okay?”
With a shaky breath he nods. “Okay.”
Lottie’s tongue is slow but eager to taste their mixed cum, her lips suck at his folds, careful not to overdo it and overstimulate the man.
Once she’s satisfied in her taste test she stands, Benji sits up quick and pulls her by her shoulders into an open mouthed kiss, tongue sliding against hers to steal a taste, which she is happy to oblige.
They lead into slow and sloppy pecks, till they are both ready to pull away.
Benji is the first to start giggling, giddy from high of his climax. Lottie looks to him and a smile creeps on to her face as she joins him, laughing through their sweaty bodies.
She taps his shoulders and pulls away slowly, making her way across the room to grab clean towels, turning on a small hand sink and ringing out the water.
“Here, figure you might want to actually clean up.” Benji nods, taking the wet towel and begins wiping himself down.
“Thank you, this was really not how I expected this to go. You don’t do this with every client do you?”
Lottie shakes her head. “God no! This was definitely a first.”
“Yeah, I could tell.” Lottie looks to him confused, pulling up her underwear and hooking on her bra. “How so?”
Benji shrugs, taking his time to ease off the table and redress himself. “You just seemed pent up, haven’t been with anyone in a while?”
Lottie scoffs and reaches over to shove at his shoulder. “Shut up!” He laughs and shakes his head. “Sorry that wasn’t a dig at you, it just seems like you needed a release or something.”
“Okay fair enough, I guess I haven’t been focused on that. Too busy with work and school, and as ironic as it is. I have more stress than some of my clients that come in.”
Benji zips up his jeans and pulls his shirt over his head. “Well if you’re ever looking for some more stress relief, I could definitely help?”
“Is that you’re way of saying you’d want to fuck again?” Lottie asks as she takes the dirty towels and discards them in a laundry bin.
Benji chokes on his spit. “Uh, I was more so thinking about dinner and a movie first.” A deep blush covers his face.
And Lottie is taken aback, despite the event that just happened she’d never guess the man would want to get to know her more.
“Well, since you put it so sweetly.” Lottie walks over him, cupping his cheek and planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I’d like that very much.”
“Awesome, I mean cool, I mean- I can give you my number and let me know whenever you’re free?” He stumbles out.
Lottie agrees, taking out her phone and sending him a quick text.
“Yeah, maybe next time one of us can go more than 20 minutes without getting naked.”
“Hey! I think that’s part of my experience here. But yes, I don’t think the restaurant would appreciate a free show.”
Lottie winks and she walks him to the door. “A shame for them, I think we’d put on a good show.”
“Until next time?”
“I’ll see you around.” Lottie watches as he walks out the front door.
“Good session then?”
Lottie jumps and turns to see Taissa walking up to her. A burn floods her cheeks and Lottie nods. “Yeah, it wasn’t a big deal.”
“Thanks again Lot, you’re a life saver. You should probably get out of here, you look like you’re burning up, hope he didn’t make you work too hard.” Taissa pats Lottie’s arm with a gentle touch.
“Not at all, just ready to go home.” Lottie tries to avoid eye contact, mind going back to her time with Benji.
“Okay well, be safe and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Taissa walks past her to the front desk.
As Lottie packs up to leave, she checks her phone to see a message from Benji.
-Can’t wait to see you outside those work clothes… and in something else
She rolls her eyes and types out a response.
-Didn’t get enough the first time around?
He texts back just as fast.
-Can’t blame a guy for wanting more, especially with someone as beautiful as yourself.
Lottie smiles and gets into her car, a smile stuck on her face as she drives home. Wondering how much fun she’ll have with Benji in their next meeting.