Stormy McThicc likes her job...
Added 2019-11-03 07:00:01 +0000 UTCShe had a new customer, today, a John who she'd met online and struck up a fun little chat with. She'd teased him and taunted him and promised him that she could make him her slave boy in ways he'd never even dreamed.
It took all of six weeks for him to muster the courage and finances— as Stormy, Josie wasn't cheap— and finally set up a session with her.
She'd kissed Xiu on her way out the door, reminding her lover that she'd be home late and she expected something to satisfy her sweet tooth when she got home, then she'd stuffed her session clothes in her book bag and gone to classes.
The John's apartment wasn't in the best part of town, not that Josie minded; it'd been a long time since she'd had to worry about anything as prosaic as muggers, after all. She figured if it came to it, she could either rough up any minor league trouble makers or else run away from any threat too serious for her power level.
She stopped in the public bathroom and changed into her session clothes. She was pleased to see her emblem glowing through her thin tank top. That effect always spooked the Johns.
Josie stretched her neck, first to the left, then to the right, and then knocked on the apartment door...
