the perfect gig
The Perfect Gig. by signatory12 I watched her enter my office with a fair amount of anticipation. She was about five foot-four, maybe 110 pounds dripping wet. Her nice C-cup sized tits were encased in a blouse that was a size too small for her frame, she had on a skirt that ended about three inches below her ass, and she was wearing five inch tall flame-red heels. The only part of her that didn’t seem to scream “Whore!” was the part above her neck. She had shoulder-length pale blond hair framing a dark blue eyes in a clean, smooth face that looked far younger than the sixteen years old she said she was. It really didn’t matter to me, though, how old she was. She was here, and that meant that she wanted to …