The Porn Artist (Part 7)

Work was finished a couple of hours later, and as usual, Caroline went straight to the shower to wash off the sweat of today's work. 

She thought back over the experience with Paul only a couple of hours ago. Was it the right thing to do? Should she have held out and let someone else take the job instead? Running the event though her mind she felt that familiar warmth in her crotch again and realised that it probably wasn't such a bad thing.

As she walked out of the ladies changing rooms she bumped straight into Paul. "Sorry!" she said, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his presence. "No problem," he replied, smiling. "Going home as well?"

"Yup." "Wanna go for dinner first? I'm starving!"  

Caroline turned that thought over in her mind. She should really go home. Those good looks could conceal anything. "Why not!" She blurted out. "Damn!"

"Something wrong?" Paul looked a little confused. 

"Erm....nothing! Just remembered something, that's all