Page 25 of Sin

I scrolled past the photo of me in a white athleisure set, with a tight crop top with a crisscross that went under my tits and tied in the back. It really showcased the girls in a teasingly demure way. The pants were simple leggings, nipped in at the waist, fit like a glove, and accented my round ass. I’d pulled my long hair up into a sleek high pony, a cute little bow giving the illusion of innocence even as my wickedly sharp cat-eye liner hinted that maybe she wasn’t a total Goody Two-shoes. Had to cast that net wide and satisfy all kinds in this business.

The caption simply said: Yoga fit.

Apparently, they liked it. Comment after comment, reaction after reaction, came from my regulars and newcomers alike.

JohnBoy27: Damn, baby girl. Looking absolutely edible today.

MarlaCakes: Get it, girl. You look gorgeous.

EverySteve: I’ll help you work up a sweat!

CallMeMommy: How’s your downward-facing dog?

TIs4Tony: Do you need me to help stretch you?

ShyGuy25: You’re so beautiful.

TheSingularity: Fuck.

TheRealMan: Now show us the view from the back.

Bob1212: Fit is right!

PrettyPenny: That’s my girl!!! Slay, baby!

Only1Leesh: Who is the designer? I need to send a gift basket.

OnMyKnees4U:

BigMan69: I have a plank you can sit on.

CoffeeandSmut: Link please.

I grinned and replied to CoffeeandSmut with the link to my outfit before typing out a quick good morning/day message to Andi. She was a hard one to pin down sometimes, so it might be a few hours before she got it. I never knew which time zone she was in, and it could be days sometimes before I’d hear back from her.

Taking time to like each and every comment, I stopped when I reached Cole’s. Even his screen name made me smile these days. He was the only client I had who didn’t make me feel like I was his dirty little secret. If anything, it felt like he was courtingme. He was sweet, whereas everyone else was raunchy. In a lot of ways, he reminded me of Jimmy.

My heart gave a little pang as I clicked on his name and opened up our DMs. I wasn’t planning on messaging him. From our prior chats, I knew he was on the West Coast of the US, and it was something like two in the morning there. Instead, I settled for scrolling back through our prior chats.

ShyGuy25:

I’m glad you posted today. I was thinking about you.

Merri-go-round:

You were? Good things, I hope.

ShyGuy25:

Always good things.

Merri-go-round:

Such as . . .

ShyGuy25:

That’s for me to know.

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