Peg-O-My-Heart - Part 4 (Patreon)
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Staring off into space, her mind doing a mile a minute, Peg hangs up the phone. The same young couple she'd been dealing with, time and time again coming off as just a couple of freeloaders, want to have another look at the 'Brady Bunch' house. And they want to see it ASAP.
She's tried the soft sell, letting them watch as she wiggled her naked ass around the property. She'd given them the VIP treatment, letting one or the other watch while the other gave or received all manner of hands-on, carnal manipulation. Going all the way with this couple is a foregone conclusion, but it probably won't be enough. Peg can already tell that getting a sell out of these two will require more drastic measures.
With no time to return home and change, Peg gets up from her desk and strides into the office's back room, pulling her pink turtleneck over her head as she does so. Ever the business conscious woman, Peg always keeps a couple of spare dress-suit and pants-suit combos at the office for just such an event. Holding up a couple of dry-cleaner bagged option in front of her...deciding on whether to go for the full-on, woman-of the-90s professional look or something that's easy of remove...Peg looks down and notices an all-too-familiar gym bag sitting on the floor.
Setting the bagged garments aside, Peg kneels down and begins to rifle through the duffel, a little smirk forming in the corner of her mouth.
Peg: (thinking) Jebus, Peggy. Why didn't you think of that before?
Fifteen minutes later, Peg finds herself on the doorstep of the sale house, fiddling with the real estate lock box's key pad. No sooner has she retrieved the house key when a familiar car pulls into the driveway. Unlocking the door, Peg turns and strolls out to greet her customers, putting on her best saleswoman's smile.
In the living room, Peg gets right down to business, starting off like any other of her clothing optional open houses. With one hand she points out some recent repairs that have been done to the house at the couples request, her other hand unbuttoning her grey, all-business suit-jacket. By the time she reaches the dining room, Peg lets the jacket slip off her shoulders, revealing the plunging neckline of an almost see-through (and not-so-businesslike) white crop top.
Tossing the jacket onto the dining room table, Peg can't help but to notice the wife's raised eyebrow, the corner of her mouth upturned in a half smile as she eyes the black, sequined, strapless bra beneath her barely-there top. Through the dining room's porthole swinging door and into the straight-from-the-70s avocado-colored kitchen, the shapely redhead undoes her purely-for-fashion belt, flinging it onto the kitchen island as she points out some new appliance that had been installed.
Through the kitchen and down a short hallway, Peg begins to unzips the back of her skirt as she leads the couple into the den. Both the husband and wife's eyes widen when they notice what Peg's zipper reveals. Turning her head as she sashays along, Peg suppresses the urge to giggle upon seeing the expressions on their faces. Fully expecting some sort of lacy underwear, both of their mouths open in unison upon seeing the straps of a patent leather g-string peeking out.
Simply letting the skirt drop from her hips, Peg steps out of it and kicks it aside like a seasoned pro. Strutting to the center of the thick shag carpeted room, popping her hips as she does so, Peg grabs the bottom hem of her barely-there shirt and pulls it up and over her huge breasts. Turning to face the young twosome, she tosses the garment towards them with wanton smile. Standing before them, her hips cocked to one side for added effect, she looks like she's just stepped on stage at...
Peg: Say, have you two ever been to a strip club?
Original Art by Chancero
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2