This was an absolute disaster. Three hours since the doors opened, and not a single potential buyer had walked through. You were so excited to show your first house, making sure every single detail was perfect in the large, spacious mansion, prepping all your talking points and walking through every room in your head dozens of times. Your skirt was pressed and neat, showing off just enough of your long legs, and you’d put on a clean white blouse that showed what your mentor had deemed a ‘professional’ amount of cleavage. And for what? The house was dead quiet, save for the echoing click of your heels on the marble floors as you paced back and forth anxiously.

You had just finished another finger sandwich from the refreshment table you’d laid out, when the click of the doorknob nearly made you jump, quickly wiping your mouth clean and brushing the crumbs off your skirt as you turned to face the door, a professional smile crossing your lips as you watched the door slowly open.

(Option 1): “Is this the right place?” The man asked as he stepped inside, looking up at the high ceilings and natural light, before his eyes met yours, giving you a warm smile as he stepped closer to shake your hand. He was quite handsome, and from his designer shirt and expensive looking watch, you could tell he wasn’t just here for the free wine and appetizers. You saw his eyes take a quick glance down your blouse as you introduced yourself. “Well at least that’s working.” You said to yourself as you invited him in to begin the tour. He seemed surprisingly charming for someone you’d just met, and the conversation flowed easily as you moved from room to room. You even caught him checking you out again in the large bathroom mirror. Was he really flirting with you? It was hard not to feel a little flattered that such a charming, handsome gentleman was interested in you, but you still had a job to do, and you were doing your best to keep it professional. That is, until you reached the bedroom, and he slowly shut the door behind you…

(Option 2): The front door swung open slowly as you made yourself presentable for the first interested guests of the day. A very attractive couple stepped through the door, looking to be around mid 40’s and in fantastic shape for their age. The wife wore a form fitting yellow sundress, enhancing her large, ample breasts and contrasted her sun kissed skin quite nicely. The husband wore a white polo shirt, clinging tightly to his muscular chest and arms, and a pair of light gray golf shorts that put his thick calf muscles on display. They were a classic milf and dilf couple, and the wife was very bubbly and friendly as she introduced them both. Every couple minutes, the wife would whisper something to the husband, both of them looking at you and giggling quietly to themselves. “Oh god, did I spill something on my blouse?” You wondered as it felt like they stared a hole through you. It wasn’t until you were all seated in the living room with glasses of wine that the wife made her intentions clearer, sitting closely next to you as she gently rested a hand on your bare knee, looking back at her husband with a sultry smile as she said softly, “Isn’t she just perfect?”

Thanks for reading! Today I’d love to play a fun, steamy scene between a rookie realtor and some potential clients who are interested in more than just a house. I’m open to playing both characters in the second scene, or we can share control of the wife when things start to get steamy. Either way, I’m looking for a playful, descriptive and detailed erotic writer to play with today, so if you’re interested, send me a message (no discord) and let the open house begin ;)