nI’ve been waiting all day for you to have some time between meetings. Now, it’s the end of the day and I can hear the last client finishing up, thanking you loudly as I make sure my lipstick is perfect. My garters and stockings are straight, and my appropriately-professional skirt and blouse are tidy. I have a cup of coffee in my hand, ready to deliver as a preoccupied man breezes out the door and I waste no time slipping in, the lock clicking behind me. The coffee makes reciprocal clicks against its coaster. “Do you have a few minutes, sir?” I can see your eyes glance smugly over my legs and the silky stockings over them. You know I don’t wear panties with my garter belt. They would just get in the way….
