"You better be well when I come to see you later," Denny made his tone sound threatening. He is enjoying thinking that this silly girl is nervous. He can imagine how Trisha is going to do her best to appease him again. And he was right. Trisha was now worried she wouldn't meet Mister Vero's expectations of her. She has to recall all her training as a way to make sure her client would be happy to be with her tonight. "Do you have anything in mind I should prepare for?" Trisha mindlessly chewed on her fingernails as she asked Denny.Denny felt his erection ache. It felt like it had reached its limit extending his genital muscles and skin, but with Trisha's question, it hardened more. He inhaled sharply, good thing he was alone and in a storage room, with privacy somehow. His memory played back Trisha's bold and daring move that took him by surprise last night. She licked his butthole! He didn't even know what to say, how to react, or how to call it. Now he is so turned on even with th

Time was running fast and slow. Time seemed to slow for Denny as he looked forward to its end and saw his "wife." He used the term clearly put an off-limit sign with how the restaurant manager was sending flirty signals to him earlier. She may look decent and professional, but Denny has seen a lot of women in his adventurous life that he can tell when someone is hitting on him, even in their smartest subtlest ways. He did not think about the word "wife" before the manager came to explain the issue of his orders. Even if he did not have a wedding ring on his finger to prove the word he was married, he believed that his words were enough to warn the lady not to overstep an invisible line between the customer and the service provider. Unknown to Denny himself, that is one reason why he is fascinated with Trisha so much. She seems to fit in everything he likes. Even without saying the words he expects from her, Trisha is self-aware and very much conscious never to offend him, except for

The two ladies' conversation ended after a good hour. Trixie promised to visit the club and meet Trisha's client herself when she finds the time in her busy schedule. Trisha took it as a formality, but Trixie was speaking from her heart. Trixie wanted to know who is Mister Vero for many reasons. But all in concern for Trisha, her most treasured and dearest student.She is very fond of Trisha, and she would like to make sure she is in good hands and doing well in everything if possible. But Trisha answered with humbleness, although done in the way of joking, to decline her plans to see the girl at work because Trisha claimed that Trixie was already busy with many things. It might be true, and honestly, Trixie would never bother her students once they are out of her management in training, but for this girl, Trixie is willing to bend her rules. Trisha is almost like a daughter to her, although they have just been together in the day times within the six months that she trained the servi

After Trisha's conversation with Trixie, she unpacked the boxes on the paper bag Mister Vero gave her last night. She was ecstatic to realize that the things in front of her right now would play so much of a big help for her. She started to fit them one by one. She wanted to see which among them Mister Vero would like her to wear. She would love to wear them one by one and walk like a model on a runway in front of him, but she was told to choose one among them and wear it to his booth tonight. She prepared a front-open dress to top the lingerie. She tried a royal blue, silk, open bra and crotch babydoll lingerie. The upper cloth had a cloak-like fabric to cover her back and sides, but the front was open, exposing her breasts and all the way down her crotchless pair of panties with the same color. The bra was not even covering anything as her breasts poked the whole flesh out of its cups. Trisha checked herself in her full-length mirror, turned from side to side, and then checked her

Despite knowing all rationality, the young girl still felt aggrieved. And she could not smile as sweetly as she was supposed to. Denny was about to take a bite of food on his own, but as he lifted his eyes, he saw a drop of tears on the table next to Trisha's food. He froze from his seat, and his eyes slowly traveled up to her face. "Trisha...?" The girl was looking down on her food. Denny could not see her face clearly, so he called her name to make her look up to him. And she did. "..." Trisha was swallowing her spit with so much difficulty. "What's wrong?" asked her client.In Denny's eyes, her smile was too unnatural. Her face was sporting a sad smile, with her lips' corners upturned, but her eyes were clouded with tears. His voice and tone were soft and gentle this time and Trisha felt her emotions pop like an over-puffed balloon. "Please, don't be mad at me," Trisha sobbed with her hands covering her lips.Denny was startled. He frowned, paused to stare at her, and asked ag