The Erotic Adventures Of Erica Hunt- Chapter 1: "Horton Hires A Ho"

If you're gonna make a private phone call, make it in private, I always say. At least, to my simple way of thinking, that makes sense. Otherwise, you're fair game. So when I overheard this guy that had just moved into my apartment building call an escort service from a pay-phone in the hall and make arrangements for a dominatrix, I wrote down his apartment number, the time he'd made the date for and the name of the agency he'd called. An idea popped into my head like a kernel in a pot. I was getting horny just thinking about it. I mean, the possibilities were endless. The fact that he was hunky - about a 7 on the 'Erica' scale - certainly contributed to the tingling in my pussy. And to give him credit he had every reason to believe he was alone - he'd cased the hallway pretty thoroughly before he made his call. He had no reason to suspect I'd followed him and was hiding 'round the corner now, eavesdropping. Like I told ya, he was hunky. I slipped into the laundry room when he hung up and watched him walk past the entranceway and get into the elevator. No doubt to go home and make himself pretty for his date. I had a few hours to kill so I hailed a cab outside and went downtown. There was serious shopping to be done.

By the time I got home there was less than an hour 'till my 'date' so I called the agency and canceled his 'appointment', laid my purchases upon my bed, stripped and took a shower. At the appointed hour I knocked on his apartment door, sharply, with my gloved right hand. I had no idea what I was going to do but I knew that it would come to me. It always did.

"Who is it?" , quavered from behind the door. Jeezuz, what a wuss.

"It's Pizza-fucking-Ria", I called out, "You're complimentary slice is here". Nothing. I started kicking the door: "Didn't you call and arrange for a Domi ---", with that the door swung open and he stuck his head out at me pop-eyed.

"Geez", he said, "stop shouting. Holy Cow, you'll wake the neighbours up." My hero. I kissed my gloved index finger, pressed it to his lips as I brushed past him, swaying my butt in my trench-coat as I walked down the hall and into his palatial mansion.

"God", I said, "Where do you shop, Goodwill?", running my finger along his ratty couch and chair, "or do you just pick things off the street?"

"Uh, well I've been planning on getting some new stuff", he muttered. "I just moved in. Can I take your coat?"

"I don't know, Tiger", I said, turning to him and putting my hands on my hips, "can you?", and I spread my legs. He gulped. This was going to be fun.

He walked up to me tentatively and fumbled at the top button of my coat. I smiled sweetly in his face and asked him: "Have you always been a wimp?"

"Wh - what do you mean?", he stuttered.

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