The Client with My Husband's Belt

I'm a professional organizer, and I'd just accepted an urgent job at a high-end apartment.

A woman with flushed cheeks opened the door, reeking of sweet perfume.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I haven't had time to tidy up yet…"

I smiled and nodded, following her inside.

The decor and furniture layout were almost identical to my own home.

I was just marveling at how this client and I shared the same taste when the heavy scent of sex from the bedroom hit me.

The sheets were tangled, with obvious stains—clearly, they'd had intense sex recently.

The woman leaned against the doorframe, looking bashful: