*Read through/act out of a story I wrote* Earlier this week you had a phone call with the client and she expressed her expectations and high standards. She had concerns about the job being completed properly, as it would only be you and your girlfriend. You reassured her that you’re both highly capable and could get the job done. She stated she had friends coming over for a dinner party that evening, so she needs everything to be perfect. As you pull up to the house you’re impressed, but not surprised. Her house is beautiful. A modern ranch-style home, one story, white with black trim. Very classy. The grounds are pristine and lush, with trees, flowers, and hedges surrounding the property. It’s all very well kept. You can tell this woman means business and takes pride in her home. You look to your girlfriend, “We need to do an exceptional job today. If we do well, we’ll have the opportunity to keep her on as a high-end client” “I know that. I always try my best,” she looks down and says shyly. “Yeah well, sometimes your “best” is not very good. I need you to work hard and put a smile on your face. Positive energy. Yeah?” “Yes. I will. I want to do a good job for you.” “Then let’s go.” As you walk up the path that meanders through her perfectly manicured yard, you start to get nervous. You’ve never felt this kind of pressure before entering someone’s home. The tone of her voice was very stern, but also extremely sexy. When you got off the call, you couldn’t help but feel your cock throb a little. You have no idea what she looks like but her voice was mesmerizing. The way she spoke to you, with such authority, turned you on. Your girlfriend is so meek and not confident. You often crave a woman that will boss you around a little. Shaking off those naughty thoughts, you refocus your mind. You can’t help but feel yourself get a little hard right now. You turn back to your girlfriend, with her frumpy body and permanent semi-frown, whom you do love and adore, and instantly get a little soft. Perfect for right now. Inhaling and exhaling to prepare, you bring your hand up to knock on the door, only to find the door opening in front of you. Almost losing your balance you realize it’s her, your client. The sexy, authoritative woman from the phone. She is stunning. Wearing just a long, silky, blue robe, with her hair up, you are at a loss for words. “I’m assuming you’re the cleaners?” You pause for a just moment and nod your head anxiously. Before you can get a word out, she continues. “It’s 1:01. In my book if you’re early, you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late. If you’re late, you’re fired. Which of those do you think your arrival falls under?” Again, as you open your mouth to speak, she runs right over you. “That’s right, you’re late. Now I have to discuss everything with you about what I want to be done here today and that will cut into your cleaning time. Really, I should fire you both right now. Showing up here late and looking like a couple of ragamuffins, it’s unacceptable. You’re lucky I really need the help today, otherwise, I would! Alright enough gawking, get in the house and take your disgusting shoes off..."