Socks

“Hey Miz, you’re late! Socks is waiting.” Sachi’s eyes were boring into me while she sucked on a rolled cigarette. She always did her own. One thing about Sachi and her cigarettes was that she rolled them thick and clean. They would lie neatly in the case like chalk they used to use back before whiteboards were a thing.
One elegant puff out, the smooth rush of the smoke passed her lips, forking in two directions before diffusing throughout the low-lit reception.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t say that too loud. He’ll lose it if he hears we call him that.” I say, my cheeks flushing.
Socks was one my regulars. A bit of a lump, he was balding but really generous. He would usually tip way more than the base fee and whenever he travelled for work he’d bring me a trinket from a place he’d been. Socks knew I never got to leave the big city and it was sweet how he would do that just for me.
He got the name Socks because his request was that we both left our socks on during. As far as kinks went, it was on the easy side. I wore white socks, and he usually wore his black business ones. I bet his draw was filled with hundreds of the same type and colour.
Socks was married and I didn’t know his real name or where he lived but sometimes he would talk about his wife. After she got three kids out of him, she wouldn’t even touch him let alone look at him and so he started coming to our little establishment. There’d been a few times over the years we got raided but our client books with the real details were kept elsewhere. The cops knew what we were doing but they could never prove it. If they got too close then we’d send our boys from down the road to make sure they knew not to get any closer. We didn’t pay our yearly local neighbourhood protection fee for nothing y’know?

I quickly slid out of my day clothes, patted my self down with a moist towelette and slipped my bedroom socks on. I knocked twice before opening the door.
Socks was lying on the bed, completely naked except for his black business socks. He smiled at me, “There’s my Miz.”
“I missed you.”
“Sorry baby. Business. But I got you something.”
I ran over and sidled up with Socks on the bed, his feet tangling with mine. Different sock materials causing an erotic friction. I didn’t find him physically attractive but there was something about his touch that made me feel so safe. He smelled like herbal soap and was impeccably clean. He also finished quickly.
Afterwards, I nestled into him, kissing his arm gently as his breathing slowed back to normal.
“So, what’s my present?” I said with another kiss.
He smiled and whispered into my ear. I giggled and kissed his arm again.

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