About Kasia

About KasiaHe had been coming to the small café in Warsaw nearly every morning, at least in the 5 or 6 months where Kasia had been working there. He was a foreigner, maybe from one of the Scandinavian countries, obviously some kind of businessman. About 45 or so. His beard was getting grey, but in just the right way. Usually had one cappuccino and croissant, often sat in the comfy chairs in the back, but now and then he sat at the bar. Like this Friday. It was raining hard and he was the only guest. The weather made him order a second cup. “So..i´ve had a very good week…I want to invite a girl to Berlin for the weekend…Do you happen to have a friend that wants to make a little cash?“I…don´t think so..” she said, with an automatic smile. He was a good, regular guest and he always tipped more than average. Kasia went out to the kitchen, opened the door to the backyard and lit a cigarette. He would have to cough up with at least 1000 zloty. Not that she was interested. She was a good, catholic girl. She smoked half the cigarette and saved the rest for later. “Maybe I have one friend,” she said when she came back, “How much will you be spending, sir?”“As I said, I had a very good week…i was thinking 2500…“That…is much..“I had a good week…Kasia; he said, reading from the name-tag her boss made her wear in the last few weeks. “That is what I make in a month, without tips….She folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the refrigerator.“No, you don´t understand…2500 Euro…Her knees suddenly felt weak under her. “Euro?…Are you k**ding me, sir?He slowly took his wallet out, found 5 100 euro bills and put them on the counter. She looked at the money.“That is a crazy…amount, sir. “I will of cause also provide all food, drinks and a very fine hotel..“No..you would not find me…good enough!“Why not?..You look great and you are a very sweet, natural girl…“Yes, but I am not very…experienced…I have only been with two guys…” she said, still looking at the money. “Well, do you like bakırköy escort sex?”“Yes, of cause!“Good, do you want to learn more?…She looked up at him. “But I don´t even know your name, sir“Do you need my name right now, Kasia?…I´ll tell you my name when we are on the road…He dipped a finger in cappuccino-foam and held the finger towards her. She looked towards the door, before she leaned forwards and sucked the foam off his finger. “It is very common that young women your age have dark, secret fantasies about having a dirty older man as their lover…“I think you will find me…boring, sir” she said, having some difficulty in not smiling. “Well, I don´t think so, Kasia..Then the phone ran, and she rushed off to answer it, in the kitchen. While she was out there she smoked the rest of the cigarette. When she came back there was a wry smile on her face.“My boss say I can close the shop. No one will buy breakfast in this weather…”She walked past him, locked the door and pulled the blinds, both at the door and at the window. Then she turned towards him, leaned against the counter, at the customer side. “I think that you will find me boring, sir” She was wearing jeans. He reached out, grabbed her belt, held one hand around the buckle. Didn´t try to pull her close. “This is a once in a life time opportunity, Kasia…You will regret, if you let this one slip away…“I know, but..She stopped as he took one of the bills and stuck it down the front of her jeans. She laughed, covered her face with both hands. He still held her belt as he calmly sipped cappuccino. Then he looked at his expensive looking wrist watch. “I need to take care of a few things at the office…How long will it take you to get an overnight bag and your passport, Kasia?“But I have not said yes…” she argued, with a broad smile on her face. “Yet, we both know that you want to…Are you wearing a bra?“Yeah, but..“Please open the top buttons of your shirt” he interrupted. Was there a certain firmness beşiktaş escort in his voice now?She undid three buttons. He stuck a second 100€ bill down her white bra. “Now, this is just to show that I mean this. I´ll have 2500 euro for you when we meet…Shall we say at 11 O´clock, on the corner, by the church…I´ll be in a dark grey Porsche…She nodded. Then she began to remove one of her ear rings.“This belonged to my grandmother…now I will have to come…He slid off the barstool. “Be sure to wear a dress..Then he kissed her on the forehead and slowly left the tiny café.The rain had stopped and he stood by the car, smoking and he saw her approaching. She was wearing a tight red dress and a black leather jacket. She was wearing multi coloured sneaks, probably because she was in a hurry. Not late, but too close for her to feel comfortable about it. Her long blonde hair was in a pony-tail and she was wearing large wrap-around sunglasses. A large, pink Adidas bag hung over her shoulder. He opened the passenger door for her.“I must be crazy” she said. Then she placed the bag on the floor and climbed in. He closed the door and calmly finish his smoke, before entering the car. Kasia was replacing the sneaks with black stilettos.“Please drive” she said. He started the car and navigated the narrow streets of central Warsaw. He could sense how nervous she was. “You can relax now…We are on the motorway…She took the sunglasses off and he took an envelope from a pocket of his grey suit jacket. “My ear-ring!”She immediately put the ear ring on and then she started to count the money. Traffic was light at this hour. “Excuse me, sir, but there is too much…You also gave me 200 at the café…“Consider that a bonus…She jumped in her seat when he placed his hand on her thigh, between her knee and where the dress began. The stereo was on; he was playing 90´s alternative rock. Not exactly what she had expected from a successful businessman. “So..tell me a little about yourself, beylikdüzü escort Kasia” he said, as his hand wandered a bit higher. She looked at him, but his eyes were on the road. “There is not much to tell..i work in a café…I have a boyfriend, but he is in the military…She moved a little forward in the seat and glanced at the speedometer. They were doing 120km/h. They had already left the capital behind them. “I want to work in an office or maybe open my own café someday…She parted her thighs a little. His hand had reached her crutch, he was caressing her through the thin fabric.“Also, I like to dance, but I don´t like hip-hop…Do you want find a place to park?“No…but take your knickers off, please.She nodded. As soon as he moved her hand, she lifted her butt from the seat and quickly pulled her red G-string down to her ankles. Her dress was up, way too much for her liking. She hoped that there would now be another too booth coming up too soon. His hand was back between her legs. “I think you like this kind of work, Kasia.” he said as his finger slid into her. She was very wet, the whole scene had been very exciting. “It´s…my boyfriend has not been home for more than two weeks now” she confessed. Two fingers inside her now, fucking her slowly, while his palm was rubbing her clitoris in just the right way. That way that her boyfriend didn´t. She put her hand on his wrist. Held it softly. “A good catholic girl with a freshly shaven cunt…Which was true. When she had been home to shower and change clothes, she had also taken care of that. “Next time i´d like to take care of that…She nodded, even though she had no plans about a next time. She put her other hand over her mouth as they sped past the entrance to a service station. “Don´t worry, I know exactly what a nice, young slut like you needs…She mumbled something unintelligible, sucking on two fingers. This was not how she had expected this to start. “You need a good, firm hand, don´t you?“Maybe..“You belong to me now…i own you for the next two days..He was making her come. They both knew that. “Are you my little whore, Kasia?“Yeah.. she moaned.“Say it, bitch…“I am…your little…whore…sir! She said, louder than expected.“That was quick…“I…i am sorry…“Don´t worry..She leaned back in the seat. Not long after, she fell asleep.