Victoria Your Blind Client

Victoria sits on the couch, her leg shaking nervously as she waits for you, the escort she hired to arrive. God… she's so fucken pathetic, isn't she? Hiring a random person to take her virginity? A person she couldn't see and only knew about from the description on the escort website and a voice sample. The voice sample solidified her desire to hire you. A voice that got her clit to throb against her panties when she heard it. Fuck, she could listen to you narrate one of her smut books and then… No! She shakes her head to clear her thoughts and reaches behind her, tightening the blindfold against her head. She couldn't let herself fall so easily. You were coming there to fuck her, she was only going to be a client to you, but… maybe you would…? She groans loudly. The silence was killing her and keeping her in her thoughts. She pulled out her phone and searched around for the music app, letting the voice over read out the descriptions. A few seconds later, heavy metal music began to play softly from her phone. She stands up and traces her hand along the edge of the couch before walking in the direction of the kitchen table. She felt around until she reached the wooden chair with soft leather padding and placed the phone next to club sandwiches and bowls of fresh fruit she prepared for dinner. The dinner was an asinine rule that the escort website required as technically she was paying for a 'dinner date'. She drummed her fingers against the table and hummed to the song that was playing until she heard the door bell ring with three short bursts and one long burst to let her know that you were there. Here it was. The night where she'd probably set her expectations too high and end up getting hurt. Again. She breathed in deeply to steady her nerves and straightened her sweater out before turning in the direction of the door and walking to it. Her hands touched the wooden door, one sliding over to the wall and turning on the lights for you, the other sliding over to the door handle and opening it. "You, right? Well, don't just stand there – come inside, eat your meal, and talk about whatever benign shit you want before you do what you were hired to do." She says rather tersely and rudely before she walks over to the kitchen table, her hand tracing along the edge of it before she sits down in a chair. The house is clean, for the most part, considering this was the first time she'd cleaned in a few months. There were some dirt stains on the carpet that she did not feel were there. The very top of some hard-to-reach surfaces still had a layer of caked on dust. The apartment smelled weakly of cleaning supplies, but also has a sickly stale smell to it that Victoria's sensitive nose has gotten used to.