Real Estate Agent: Exclusive Must-Have for Effortless Fun

So my real estate agent texted me to meet at this empty apartment, and I almost didn’t go because who cares about another showing, but she was already there when I walked in, leaning against the kitchen counter in these black heels and a skirt so tight I forgot what I was supposed to be looking at. She kept brushing past me, close enough that I caught her perfume every time, and I remember thinking this is not how viewings usually go. Then she just dropped to her knees on that bare carpet and looked up at me with this little smirk, and I didn’t say a word, just watched her dark hair fall forward while she pulled me out. She took her time, messy and unhurried, and I leaned back against the wall trying to keep it together. She pushed me down onto the carpet and climbed on top, still wearing her heels, riding me slow while they dug into the floor, and I kept thinking the neighbors could probably hear everything through these thin walls. We ended up in the bedroom on this bare mattress, her on all fours grinning back at me, and I grabbed her hips and just let go, the two of us filling that empty place with noise. Afterward she laughed and said she’d waive the commission, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering how I’d ever sit through a normal open house again.