A single Promise (Wegberg trilogy 1.) (Lesbian story) COMPLETED

Chapter 4

"Valeria Van Wegberg." The woman said in her phone, not really pleased by picking up an unknown number.

"Hi, it's Abigail." The shy voice answered.

"Ah, Miss Moreno." The woman leaned back in her seat, smirking to herself. The girl was really playing with her, calling her up three minutes before the 24-hour ultimate was up. "I thought you wouldn't call me back."

"It took me a while to figure the phone out..." she was obviously lying, but the woman didn't care. The girl was interested in her offer and that mattered the most.

"Which four days are you available?" the girl wasn't really talkative, so the woman kept on asking her important questions.

"I work on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday."

"Perfect, since today is Thursday, I expect you to arrive tomorrow morning at 9 am."

She let out a sudden hiss, as the redhead sucked harshly on her clit demanding attention. Valeria bended down and petted the woman's head reassuringly.

"Okay." Abigail didn't know what the woman was doing, but she already wanted to finish this conversation. "Till tomorrow then. Good night."

"Slaap lekker, Abigail. I surely will." She breathed the last sentence out, making the girl's womb twist with a strange feeling. Then Valeria hung up.

Throwing her phone on the table she grabbed the woman kneeling between her legs and pushed her face-down into her favorite sofa. "What was that?" the other woman was trembling with need offering the towering woman her pussy by lifting up her butt in the air.

"You are a little attention whore, aren't you?" she whispered into her ear, making the woman nod in agreement. "I want you to say it!" she suddenly slapped the woman's ass.

"I am a little attention whore, Mistress."

"And what do you want?" she held the woman tight by her hips.

"You Mistress, I want you inside my pussy." She lifted her butt again, offering it to the Dutch woman.

"And why would I do that?" she asked teasingly.

"Because I've been a good girl, Mistress."

The younger woman cried out as another slap was placed onto her poor butt.

"Lies."

~*~

The redhead left Valeria's office at 9pm, barely walking on her wobbly legs, wearing a lazy yet satisfied grin. She received the roughest and most pleasurable fucking of her life which she won't forget soon. The tall woman was a good lay and the pay was not bad either.

~*~

Abigail woke at 7 am. She was nervous, needing to pee three more times before leaving her small trailer. Wearing a light pink summer dress, which was a bit small on her cleavage, her brown skin was basically glowing by the eight-hour sleep she had. Putting on a minimal amount of a make-up, her eyes were popping, while her pink lips remained their natural color matching her dress. Today she decided that she will wear her hair down, letting her natural curls bounce with her every step.

Did she look rich?

No, but still acceptable. Her mother asked where she was going dressed like this and sadly Abigail needed to lie. Apparently, she was going on a job interview.

She mentally patted her shoulders for not forgetting her cardigan, as creepy old men were watching her on the bus, grabbing their crotch and licking their lips by her sight.