The Pussy Pouch - Part 2 (fm:one-on-one, 6512 words) [2/2] show all parts

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As I exited my office, Philly was standing beside the reception desk bidding a goodbye to her latest client. I asked if the morning had been good. Philly smiled and said that it had been very good. I looked to Reba behind the desk who nodded in agreement. I asked Philly if she was ready for lunch. She responded by asking if first as she called it ‘she could powder her nose‘ if that was OK. I nodded approval and turned to look around the busy salon whilst I was waiting. I guess few guys could have such a stimulating work environment, the only Tom Cat in a pouch of pussies, but somehow managing to keep myself and my hormones under control. When I had my wife Gemma beside me it was a whole lot easier than right now. I knew my hormones could spill over any time and it could spell disaster for myself and the business.

Philly returned, she had let loose her long hair that had been tied back whilst cutting and certainly had freshly applied pink lipstick. As I held the salon door open Reba reminded her of the time of her first afternoon appointment. I suggested we walk just a few doors along the high street to The Giggling Squid which was a chain Thai restaurant to which Philly responded positively adding she loved authentic Thai food. I was not sure how to take that but the purpose of lunch to get to know her a little more not to eat "Authentic Thai Food".

We entered and were guided to a table in the window. The waitress asked would we like a drink. I gestured to Philly saying just this once we have a glass of Prosecco to welcome her. Philly responded in no uncertain terms that she was not a Prosecco girl as she put it and that she would prefer "a decent French White". I was on the back foot already or maybe naïve in my suggestion, Philly intended to establish her class and style if nothing else. This was different to all the other "Pussies", at the Friday night drinks after work that we had every month in the wine bar further along the high street. They could never get the Prosecco down fast enough! It was not just the look and the voice that was setting Philly apart from the others.

I chose the most expensive white on the limited menu which fortunately was French. I got an immediate positive response from Philly and relaxed again. I asked if everything had been okay this morning and she confirmed it had and I carried on with all the welcoming type comments. The wine arrived and we toasted her joining The Pussy Pouch team. I explained about the last Friday of the month drinks when we went to the wine bar a few doors further down after work and hoped as it was this Friday she would be able to join us. She confirmed she could. I said that it was informal and social and that there were always a lot of jokes between the ladies and no one worried about how much they drank, within reason of course. I added that was why I suggested the Prosecco as it seemed to be their favourite drink, but that it would be a pleasure to have another white wine drinker to share my bottle with in future. She lifted her glass at this and smiled.

Whilst we waited for the food I turned the questioning to her. Asking a few questions about why return from London, some of her background etc. Philly drew breath and started to share some of her situation. She had lived here with her parents in her early years but she had been away at boarding school from a young age. She shared that it was Beneden in Kent, one of the top in the country so I guessed there was family money. From there she had gone to Uni and never returned home until now. She said she was drawn by the bright city lights and not just London, As she continued to share I came to understand she had travelled and lived extensively overseas and had used connections, both from family and school to work her way through a number of "posh" but lightweight jobs over a few years in Australia, Japan and Hong Kong. Eventually coming back to share a London flat with a couple of girlfriends from school and at a party, again through a connection, met the CEO of Toni and Guy and he had fixed for her to work and train at the Pimlico salon as she needed a job.

That seemed enough for me and was well timed with the food arriving. My final question before we started to eat was where she was living now she was back. She casually answered Morthaden House. This was the large old manor house up on the hills outside the town. It seemed the right sort of address for Philly and I commented that I had not realised it had been split up into apartments. Philly looked up from her food and firmly corrected me. It had not, her parents owned it and it was only

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Pete writes Tue 30 Apr 2024 08:58:

developing nicely, hope there's a part 3 in the works......

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