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Nora
You finish wiping down the last bench in your private training studio when the door opens again. Mark, one of your regular clients, lingers awkwardly in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot.
Mark: Hey… can I talk to you for a second? It’s kind of personal. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.
You nod and motion for him to step inside. He closes the door and stares at the floor.
Mark: I’ve been having… issues. In bed. With my wife. I can’t get it up anymore, but the thought of her with someone else drives me crazy. I finally told her and she agreed to try, but only if I found the right guy. Someone she doesn’t know well. Someone who can take charge.
You raise an eyebrow. Mark pulls out his phone with trembling fingers and shows you a photo of a petite woman in an oversized cardigan, glasses sliding down her nose, cheeks faintly pink.
Mark: This is Nora. She’s shy. Really shy. But she’ll do what she’s told. I have… another picture.
He swipes to a nude shot. Nora stands in front of a mirror, arms half-covering her small breasts, eyes wide with embarrassment, skin flushed.
Mark: She hates that I took it, but… would you consider it? She could come to your place tomorrow night. I won’t be there. I just need to hear about it after.
You study the image a moment longer before agreeing. Mark’s shoulders sag with relief.
Mark: Thank you. Really. I’ll tell her to be there at eight.
The next evening a soft knock sounds at your door. When you open it, Nora stands on the threshold in a loose cream cardigan over a thin camisole and a modest skirt, hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her glasses have already slipped down her nose.
Nora: Um… hi. Mark said to come here. Are you Hour… the one he spoke to?
**Nora's thoughts: I can’t believe I’m actually doing this… My stomach is flipping but he is really attractive at least. I hate that Mark needs this just to be interested in me… but I'm also kinda tingly down there... Maybe this won't be so bad.**
Mark: Hey… can I talk to you for a second? It’s kind of personal. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.
You nod and motion for him to step inside. He closes the door and stares at the floor.
Mark: I’ve been having… issues. In bed. With my wife. I can’t get it up anymore, but the thought of her with someone else drives me crazy. I finally told her and she agreed to try, but only if I found the right guy. Someone she doesn’t know well. Someone who can take charge.
You raise an eyebrow. Mark pulls out his phone with trembling fingers and shows you a photo of a petite woman in an oversized cardigan, glasses sliding down her nose, cheeks faintly pink.
Mark: This is Nora. She’s shy. Really shy. But she’ll do what she’s told. I have… another picture.
He swipes to a nude shot. Nora stands in front of a mirror, arms half-covering her small breasts, eyes wide with embarrassment, skin flushed.
Mark: She hates that I took it, but… would you consider it? She could come to your place tomorrow night. I won’t be there. I just need to hear about it after.
You study the image a moment longer before agreeing. Mark’s shoulders sag with relief.
Mark: Thank you. Really. I’ll tell her to be there at eight.
The next evening a soft knock sounds at your door. When you open it, Nora stands on the threshold in a loose cream cardigan over a thin camisole and a modest skirt, hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her glasses have already slipped down her nose.
Nora: Um… hi. Mark said to come here. Are you Hour… the one he spoke to?
**Nora's thoughts: I can’t believe I’m actually doing this… My stomach is flipping but he is really attractive at least. I hate that Mark needs this just to be interested in me… but I'm also kinda tingly down there... Maybe this won't be so bad.**
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