"Nonsense, it's too nice as is," Irene says, leaning back.
The Oxford professor in question had been, at home, one of her old favourites- he'd been coming to her for years. She smiles slowly and glances upwards, looking thoughtful. "And I'm not sure he deserves it."
Look, she's nice! ...and alright, fine, Charles is practically vibrating in his seat with curiosity. It's endearing. She wants to draw it out.
The stories- should he snap- are certainly entertaining, coloured by Irene's genuine fondness for her client and her work; they are also far from safe for work.
To be very blunt, he had a particular interest in leather boots and erotic humiliation; it- and Irene- destroyed his marriage, though he always said that the end of his marriage was the beginning of his career. More free time, he'd said, no obligation to go home at any particular hour...
(She has always suspected him of putting a brave face on it- but he had certainly achieved a successful career no matter what).
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The Oxford professor in question had been, at home, one of her old favourites- he'd been coming to her for years. She smiles slowly and glances upwards, looking thoughtful. "And I'm not sure he deserves it."
Look, she's nice! ...and alright, fine, Charles is practically vibrating in his seat with curiosity. It's endearing. She wants to draw it out.
The stories- should he snap- are certainly entertaining, coloured by Irene's genuine fondness for her client and her work; they are also far from safe for work.
To be very blunt, he had a particular interest in leather boots and erotic humiliation; it- and Irene- destroyed his marriage, though he always said that the end of his marriage was the beginning of his career. More free time, he'd said, no obligation to go home at any particular hour...
(She has always suspected him of putting a brave face on it- but he had certainly achieved a successful career no matter what).