Hot Blog: ANN ANGEL was not the most attractive woman in town. She was in her mid 50s but that's not what made her unattractive. It was her expressions. She always seemed to be in various states of anger or disappointment which made her face look harsh and weathered.
The walk to the front door was much shorter than Randy hoped. As he extended his arm to knock, the door jerked open. "Get in; quickly", she demanded. Mrs. Thompson quickly closed the door and led him upstairs to the bedroom. So much for the small talk, Randy thought.
The bedroom was huge, highlighted by the biggest bed he'd ever seen. "Hurry up, my husband will be home at 8", Mrs. Thompson barked as she removed her jewelry. Randy took a moment to check out Mrs. Thompson's body. She was wearing a beige silk robe that showed off a nice ass and what seemed to be some fairly large breasts. Her curvy figure was unexpected, since she usually dressed in unflattering, business type attire.
Mrs. Thompson sat on the bed as Randy undressed. He stepped out of his shorts and stood in front of Mrs. Thompson, showing off his muscular body. "Hmm, I see why you got the job. Ms. Figgis always did have an eye for talent." The word "job" rang in Randy's ears and the feeling of betrayal returned.
