“You know it baby,” he assured her, “guess I’m just a dog at heart.”
Cassie leaned in to give him a final kiss before surveying the room for the rest of her clothes. Traffic was always obnoxious in this area at night, and she had only twenty minutes to get on the road.
“Here, maybe this will help you out,” he offered, holding up a bag from her favourite designer, Lilja. She was a local and dropped by the club often to hold shows for her kinky clothing collection; Mitch had gotten her hooked on on the label after treating her to some of Lilja’s exquisite corsets.
“For me?”
She squealed and reached for the bag; pulling out a hot pink kilt, shorter than the one she was wearing.
“I got it last week for you, but I didn’t see you till today.”
“You knew all along that you had it?”
“Well...not exactly. I forgot until a few minutes ago, actually.”
“You’re full of shit; you wouldn’t send me home like that? Would you?”
“I guess you’ll never know”
He chuckled ominously and took her sticky clothing from her.
“I’ll have someone wash it for you. One of the new girls.”
“You’re so mean!” she replied, giggling nonetheless at the idea.
He gave her a quick squeeze and slapped her ass; indeed the lower half of her cheeks were quite visible in the abrupt little kilt.
He was starting to get hard just thinking about it.
“Ok darling, you gotta go,” he shook his head, “I have to get some actual work done, and you are such a tempting distraction!”
She nodded, finished dressing and gathered the last of her stuff, flashing her round ass as she slipped her heels back on.
Don’t forget our deal, babydoll,” reminded her as she turned to leave, “that ass and mouth are mine. And wear that skirt next week! You have a lot of learning to do.”
Cassie smiled as she headed out the door, her reddened bottom stinging in the cool breeze. She never wanted to stop learning, as long as Mitch would be doing the teaching.