HOME SERVICE

This place is beyond beautiful; it's a freaking paradise. I was at what we'd call the bougie avenue. Ever since I drove into this street, everything had been very alluring. I parked my car at the public garage, walking down to Condo 12. I stepped into the apartment I was meant to go to, my makeup kit slung over a shoulder. This place is a palace,from the automatic door to the cream-colored walls and furniture that looked like it cost more than my whole year's rent. A massive crystal chandelier was hanging in the reception room. I smoothed down my black dress, feeling a little out of place in my flat shoes and messy bun.

The client Rachel had booked the salon I worked at for a quick home service before she headed out to some fancy event. My boss thought I was the best fit for her preferred aesthetic, and honestly, I was so grateful; this meant extra cash for me, and I needed it.

Rachel greeted me at the door with a warm smile. She was so stunning I honestly think she could do without makeup.

"Aria, right? Come in, babe. I'm so glad you could come on short notice," she said, her voice so smooth with a slight accent I couldn't place. I'd say that's the money accent speaking. She led me to a spacious vanity area near a bedroom, chatting about the party she was getting ready for. I set up my brushes, palettes, and mirrors. My feet were literally melting,the pompom rug underneath was super soft.

Just as I started prepping her skin, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, and her eyes lit up.

"Oh, look! It's Malik," she said excitedly, answering the video call. "Hey, baby. Miss me already?"

I focused on blending foundation on her cheeks, trying not to eavesdrop, but I guess it doesn't count as eavesdropping when the discussion is happening right in front of you, right?

"Yeah, I'm getting ready now. The makeup artist is here… she's doing a great job. How's that looking, my love? Show me what you're wearing for tonight," he asked. Woah, he had a different accent. He's Arabian I guess I should have figured it out right from his name.

Rachel laughed softly, leaning back in the chair. She loosened the knot on her robe.

"You want a preview?" she asked, letting the robe slip open just enough to show the curve of her breasts. Her nipples were hard. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, dabbing on concealer, but I could clearly see the view now.

"Like this, baby?"

Malik's voice growled through the speaker. "Fuck, Habibi. Touch them for me. Pinch those nipples, please, bebe." She did it without hesitation, her fingers rolling over them, letting out a soft moan. I felt my cheeks warm a little. This wasn't part of the usual service, but clients were clients. I continued with the eyeshadow, keeping my strokes steady and avoiding the scene happening right in front of me.

"You're so hard for me already, aren't you?" she purred into the phone, shifting in the chair so her robe fell open wider at the bottom. Her thighs parted slightly, revealing her tights. Oh my goodness, she didn't have panties on. "I wish you were here to… before I go out. My pussy's getting wet just hearing your voice."

"Do it then," Malik said. "Show me that pussy. Spread it and touch yourself for me. Tell me how bad you need my cock."

Rachel glanced at me, her cheeks flushed. "Aria, you okay if I handle this real quick while you finish my makeup? I promise it won't take long. He's far away, and… well, you know how men are."

I nodded, trying to keep my voice professional even though my heart was beating a bit faster as seconds passed. "Yeah, no problem. I'll just keep going." What else could I say? She was paying well, and it was her apartment.

She smiled gratefully and stood up, letting the robe drop completely to the floor. Her body was beautiful; her hips were curvy, and her boobs bounced lightly as she moved. As she bent to grab something from the bedside, I noticed a spider web tattoo on her left butt cheek. It was sexy as fuck. She opened her drawer, grabbing a realistic dildo; it was thick, veined, and long. She settled back into the chair, spreading her legs wide. I had to work from her back so I could fix her eyeliner as steadily as I could, which also meant I got a full view. No matter how I tried, I must definitely see.

"Look, baby," she said, angling the phone so Malik could see everything. She ran the toy along her pussy, teasing herself. "This is what you do to me. I'm dripping already." She pushed the head inside slowly, gasping as it stretched her. Her free hand went back to her breasts, squeezing as she started moving the dildo in and out. "Mmm, fuck… imagine it's you pounding me, Malik."

I tried to focus on the mascara, but it was impossible not to notice. Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking against the toy. "Yes, baby, faster… tell me how you'd fuck my ass too." Malik was breathing heavily on the call, giving her dirty instructions, talking about how he'd flip her over and how he'd fill every hole when he sees her. Rachel's eyes were half-closed in pleasure, but she stayed still enough for me to finish lining her lips.

She came, shuddering and crying out his name, her juices coating the toy. I stepped back, pretending to organize my brushes, my own body feeling strangely warm. This wa

s wild, but kind of… intense to watch.