My Sexual Odyssey Part VII Turning Tricks
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The next day I went to work as usual, but skipped my noon time ‘date’ with Brad. When I got home, I called Candy and confirmed the party invitation. Then I called Trixie and asked if she could use me at the club.
“Of course! Are you kidding? Anytime!”
“Well great, what time should I come by?”
“How early can you make it? We open at nine, as you know, but although nothing much happens until close to midnight, there is always a lot of action for the girls.”
“Well, I could be there by ten or so; is that okay?”
“That’s just fine. I’m sure I will have some clients lined up for you then.”
“Great, thanks; I’ll see you then.”
“Okay, bye bye.”
So. Another night of turning tricks. I seem to have adjusted to this life awfully quickly.
It surprised me how quickly I came to accept and enjoy my new life. Things that I never believed possible felt so natural to me. I did things I never imagined I would dare to do. I was exposed to opportunities I could not ignore without risking a lifetime of regrets for not having the guts to live out my dreams. I was as hooked on the excitement as I was on the sex. I couldn’t believe I had missed out on all this for so long. But all that had changed, and fast.
There was nothing else to do but get ready. I think a silk mini-dress would be nice, red, slit up the side. Underneath, I wore a red and black corset that accentuated my smallish breasts. I added gold hoop earrings, and I found a pair of cute boots, sprayed on some perfume, found a pocketbook that went with the outfit, and went out the door. What I was wearing was part of what I had become. I felt both cheap and excited at the same time. As I drove to the club I realized that I had left way too early. Now what? Oh well, I thought, I’d come up with something.
I pulled into the parking lot behind the club, then walked to the front. Only eight o’clock. Great. Not even open yet. I walked down the street almost to the end of the block when I was approached by a middle aged man who asked me if I was working the street or just out for a walk. I realized that he took me for a hooker, specifically a street walker. Well, at least the first part of that was right. But then I figured, why not? I was here to do exactly that anyway, so why not try something different. That’s what I’ve been doing lately anyway. Besides, the club wouldn’t be open for an hour, and Trixie wasn’t expecting me for two.
The hotel was just a few yards away, and I was becoming excited at the idea. It seemed that a lot of t- girls and CDs were ‘working’ that street, doubtless owing to the proximity to the t-girl friendly club. Anyway, I had time to kill, and I was becoming aroused by the idea of doing this, so I said yes, I was working.
“So how much?”
“That depends; how long you want?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Well, a hundred an hour is my usual.” I realized I was taking a risk saying this, but when you’re horny sometimes you get reckless and will do anything. Besides, if you’re going to be a slut, you to have to take risks.
“Okay, fine. Where?”
“Right here,” I said, pointing to the hotel.
“Great.”
With that, we walked into the hotel where he signed a presumably fake name and got the room key. My desires ruled the moment. I wanted to do this. He seemed nervous, much more than I was. I must be getting used to this, I thought. As for myself, I wanted the thrill of being a whore.
I craved the sheer physical pleasure, the delicious feeling of doing something so wanton and naughty.
I must have looked like a tramp. This would be a new low, but I don't feel any regrets. I’m slightly shocked that I'm no longer shocked by what I'm doing. I know that the money has very little to do with it. I just became so excited just by thinking about what I was about to do. My heart was pounding, and raced a mile a minute as he reached for the door, but I felt an excitement that was stronger than my inhibitions. This had opened a whole new world to me, and unleashed desires I would never again manage to suppress.
After all, there are four types of sex: relational, recreational, procreational, and commercial. But for me, procreational was out, and relational, while nice, only rarely occurs. This leaves the two most common: recreational and commercial, and I combined the two. Others may see prostitution as degrading and demeaning, cheapening both the act and the participants, but for me, it was liberating and fun. Part of the thrill is how exhilarating it is meeting a man and allowing him to use your body. That it’s as enjoyable for me as it is for him, if not more so, is part of the excitement. Each time it is an adventure. I get an amazing high, and then I miss the rush of being a whore, and want, no, need, to do it again. It wasn’t something I had planned to do, but the opportunity arose that made my life so much more exciting.
I have been having sex more like a woman the last few months than like a man, and almost everything a woman can enjoy, I can enjoy, which means two of the three major forms of sex. It makes no sense when some people speak as though oral sex isn’t “having sex”; of course it is, just as is anal sex. The anus has more nerve endings than the vagina, so enormous pleasure is possible, far more than you can ever experience as a man.
I had to come to terms with myself. I had accepted what I was, what I needed and what I wanted, and I was determined to fulfill all, not just some, of my desires. I had longed for this sort of sordid, risque, uninhibited sex. Why had I denied myself for so long, I wondered. However, if one can't get over one’s nerves and go through with it, then one will never truly be happy. Anyway, I was ‘living the dream’, as some of my friends have said.
We entered the shabby, squalid room. Wordlessly, without being asked, the guy reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet, from which he extracted several bills. I took them and thanked him, then, also without being asked, began to undress. Standing there, in my silk corset, I was about to be someone's whore. I could hardly contain myself. I could do nothing to stop the raging desires that coursed through my body, and I didn’t want to. I doubt that he was a turned on as I was.
“You look hot. Keep that on.”
“Sure.”
He asked me to get on my knees, which was not unexpected. The usual cock sucking ensued, which aroused him, nerves undoubtedly inhibiting his erection. That being achieved, he bade me to lie down, which I did. After I lubricated his now erect member, my parted legs accepted his body between them as he easily slid into me. Once again, I had a man between my legs, and I felt wonderful. He then pumped, first slowly, then with great intensity, which surprised me. I didn’t know he had it in him.
The feeling was electric. While he was not particularly good, he was not bad either, and although part of me waited for him to finish, part of me didn’t want it to end. Eventually, however, it did, more with a sigh than with a bang. Still, I felt good about having become so professional in so short an interval of time.
We separated, made the usual pilgrimages to the bathroom, and he left after a hurried “goodbye.” I took my time freshening up, then left the room and the hotel, where I was greeted by the night air, and another man looking to ‘party’. Did I really want to do this? Apparently so. I just love sex. It’s like a hobby, something I enjoy doing. I enjoy turning men on and making them cum. It was clear that I had become the woman of my dreams. And part of the art of being a woman is knowing when not to be too much of a lady, which was obviously not a problem here.
Down on the street, I was again approached by a random stranger.
“Hey,” he said.
“‘Hey’ yourself. Want a date?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“So, what do you want?”
“The usual, half and half.”
“Okay. Here all right?”
“Sure, fine.”
Saying which, we entered the hotel. I was fast becoming a regular there, and I was greeted as such. Anyway, we made our way in, moved up to the room, and all of a sudden this sullen, silent individual became animated.
“Get undressed,” he proclaimed while tossing a few bills on the dresser.
I obliged.
“Okay, now get on the bed.”
Again, I complied. He undressed hurriedly, then joined me on the bed.
He got on top of me, and placed that cock of his in my mouth. He liked having me gag slightly on that tool of his. Then he lubed up my ass, while he took his time pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked and slurped for all I was worth, and the feel and scent of his manliness filled me with joy. He began to pump harder, and I could tell he was about to cum. With that, he exploded in my mouth, and the warm, thick cum spurted repeatedly against my throat. Finally, he let out a sigh and withdrew, while excess cum leaked out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I wiped it with my fingers and licked it up. He seemed to like that, and so I licked his cock clean, lapping up what little remained.
"Girl, you are one sweet little cocksucker," he exclaimed.
We just lay there and rested for a while. He began to stir, and I could tell he was becoming aroused again. It didn't take long. He began kissing me all over, and squeezing my ass as he became hard once more. I took his swelling, throbbing cock into my hands, and lovingly caressed it, eventually moving down so as to suck on it some more. "Now sweetheart, I need to pump that sweet plump little ass of yours," he said.
Suddenly, he pulled out, then ordered me onto my hands and knees. It was clear that he wanted to fuck me doggy style. As he mounted me from behind, I felt the weight and heat of his body against mine, and he pounded and pounded, slapping his heavy balls against my ass with every thrust. We fucked like that for what seemed like hours, although it was only minutes. My ass throbbed, and my body pulsed as the delicious, rhythmic contractions gave us what we both craved.
He let out a soft groan, and withdrew. He then collapsed on to the bed, and just lay there, while I silently calmed myself down. After a short time, we both got up and dressed. He mumbled a short “Thanks”, then took off, leaving me with the familiar feeling of warm cum dribbling down my leg, and the taste of cum in my mouth. I washed off the excess, dressed, then left the hotel yet again. By now it was time for the club to open, and I needed to sit down and rest a bit, so I went inside and found a secluded table. In no time at all, Trixie spotted me and came over.
“So Tracy, how’s tricks?”
“Funny. Well, actually, ‘tricks’ are pretty good so far.”
“Glad to hear it. Ready to work?”
“I’m way ahead of you. I got here too early and found myself approached by men down on the street.”
“How did it go?”
“I fucked two in a row.”
“I hope that doesn’t mean you’re too tired to work now?”
“Not at all; in fact, it got me all revved up.”
“Fantastic. Because I already have some clients lined up for you.”
“Really? Why me?”
“Word spreads fast. Besides, you’re new, and novelty always sells.”
“I see. So what you got?”
“A nice gentleman. A regular. He’s safe. Would you like to meet him?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Come with me.”
I accompanied Trixie to the bar where a nicely dressed man sat, nursing a drink.
“Trevor, this is Tracy.”
“I’m pleased to meet you Tracy.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you like to sit down.”
“Why yes, thank you.”
“What can I get you?”
I ordered a cocktail, and we exchanged small talk. After a bit, he asked if I would be interested in accompanying him next door. Of course I agreed, and we left the club and I found myself in the by now all too familiar lobby for the third time that evening. It was not to be the last, however. We made our way upstairs, with Trevor complimenting me all they way, and as we entered the room Trevor drew me to him and gave me a passionate kiss. I wasn’t particularly interested in kissing, but as this is what he seemed to want, and he was paying, I returned the kiss.
He began to unzip my dress, but seemed to like the corset and boots, so they stayed on. After he undressed, I automatically fell to my knees and began to perform the usual ritual. He quickly became aroused, pulled me to my feet, then gently pushed me onto the bed, apparently wanting to fuck right away, which was fine with me as my mouth was getting tired from all the sucking so far.
He wasn’t huge, maybe six and a half inches, and he came too fast to arouse me, but then I didn’t have to be there too long either. He seemed embarrassed by having cum so quickly; possibly he was nervous. Still, I was nice to him and he pressed another fifty into my hand as he was leaving. This was one quick trick. I returned to the club and Trixie.
“That was quick.”
“No kidding. A quick and easy trick.”
“Ready for another?”
“Sure. I’m just getting warmed up.”
“Great, because I have several lined up and not too many of you girls are working tonight.”
“More for me.”
“Great attitude. You’ll go far in this business. Anyway, why don’t you grab a table and I’ll send someone over?”
“Okay, great.”
While I was waiting I saw Candy. She smiled, then approached.
“Hi hun. How are you?”
“Just great; you?”
“Terrific! I see you’re working tonight.”
“Yes, in fact, it began before I even made it to the club. Before it opened, I met two men downstairs out on the street.”
“You go girl!”
“I can’t believe how much fun this is, and how easy!”
“Tell me about it! I can’t believe I ever didn’t want to do this.”
“I know. It’s hard to believe that this is considered so terrible. I’ve never had so much fun.”
“Maybe we can get together later, if you’re not too tired?”
“Count on it.”
“Great! See you then!”
“Take care.”
Just then I was introduced to Eric. The usual banter ensued, followed by the usual drink offer. I ordered a Cosmopolitan, which matched my dress. Eric was a talker, apparently new to the scene, and so nervous. He appeared to be in no hurry, so when I had downed my drink he asked if I would like another, to which I assented. This time I ordered an Orgasm. He blushed. I explained that it was a drink. This loosened him up a bit, and so I suggested we go next door where we could get better acquainted.
He let me take the lead in this, which appeared to be necessary, given his passivity. In any case, I took his hand and placed it on my inner thigh, spreading my legs in the process. This loosened him up still more, and he became aroused, making my job easier. We rose wordlessly and walked to the front entrance and down the steps. Out in the cool night air once again, I felt invigorated after the warm sultriness of the club’s atmosphere. This was, however, not to last, as we quickly made our way to the adjacent hotel. I was beginning to wonder if they were going to give me my own room, maybe with a plaque.
We quickly completed the formalities, and arrived at our room, whereupon Eric, now emboldened by alcohol and excited by arousal, overcame his shyness and unzipped my dress. I let it drop to the floor around my ankles, then stepped out of it. Eric then asked me to remove my boots, and pulled out his growing member. I did what came naturally, and we had a pleasant but uneventful fuck. This was becoming routine, but I still got off on the rush.
After an awkward parting, I returned to my table. It was after midnight, and I needed to get up in the morning. I then remembered my promise to meet up with Candy.
“Of course! Are you kidding? Anytime!”
“Well great, what time should I come by?”
“How early can you make it? We open at nine, as you know, but although nothing much happens until close to midnight, there is always a lot of action for the girls.”
“Well, I could be there by ten or so; is that okay?”
“That’s just fine. I’m sure I will have some clients lined up for you then.”
“Great, thanks; I’ll see you then.”
“Okay, bye bye.”
So. Another night of turning tricks. I seem to have adjusted to this life awfully quickly.
It surprised me how quickly I came to accept and enjoy my new life. Things that I never believed possible felt so natural to me. I did things I never imagined I would dare to do. I was exposed to opportunities I could not ignore without risking a lifetime of regrets for not having the guts to live out my dreams. I was as hooked on the excitement as I was on the sex. I couldn’t believe I had missed out on all this for so long. But all that had changed, and fast.
There was nothing else to do but get ready. I think a silk mini-dress would be nice, red, slit up the side. Underneath, I wore a red and black corset that accentuated my smallish breasts. I added gold hoop earrings, and I found a pair of cute boots, sprayed on some perfume, found a pocketbook that went with the outfit, and went out the door. What I was wearing was part of what I had become. I felt both cheap and excited at the same time. As I drove to the club I realized that I had left way too early. Now what? Oh well, I thought, I’d come up with something.
I pulled into the parking lot behind the club, then walked to the front. Only eight o’clock. Great. Not even open yet. I walked down the street almost to the end of the block when I was approached by a middle aged man who asked me if I was working the street or just out for a walk. I realized that he took me for a hooker, specifically a street walker. Well, at least the first part of that was right. But then I figured, why not? I was here to do exactly that anyway, so why not try something different. That’s what I’ve been doing lately anyway. Besides, the club wouldn’t be open for an hour, and Trixie wasn’t expecting me for two.
The hotel was just a few yards away, and I was becoming excited at the idea. It seemed that a lot of t- girls and CDs were ‘working’ that street, doubtless owing to the proximity to the t-girl friendly club. Anyway, I had time to kill, and I was becoming aroused by the idea of doing this, so I said yes, I was working.
“So how much?”
“That depends; how long you want?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Well, a hundred an hour is my usual.” I realized I was taking a risk saying this, but when you’re horny sometimes you get reckless and will do anything. Besides, if you’re going to be a slut, you to have to take risks.
“Okay, fine. Where?”
“Right here,” I said, pointing to the hotel.
“Great.”
With that, we walked into the hotel where he signed a presumably fake name and got the room key. My desires ruled the moment. I wanted to do this. He seemed nervous, much more than I was. I must be getting used to this, I thought. As for myself, I wanted the thrill of being a whore.
I craved the sheer physical pleasure, the delicious feeling of doing something so wanton and naughty.
I must have looked like a tramp. This would be a new low, but I don't feel any regrets. I’m slightly shocked that I'm no longer shocked by what I'm doing. I know that the money has very little to do with it. I just became so excited just by thinking about what I was about to do. My heart was pounding, and raced a mile a minute as he reached for the door, but I felt an excitement that was stronger than my inhibitions. This had opened a whole new world to me, and unleashed desires I would never again manage to suppress.
After all, there are four types of sex: relational, recreational, procreational, and commercial. But for me, procreational was out, and relational, while nice, only rarely occurs. This leaves the two most common: recreational and commercial, and I combined the two. Others may see prostitution as degrading and demeaning, cheapening both the act and the participants, but for me, it was liberating and fun. Part of the thrill is how exhilarating it is meeting a man and allowing him to use your body. That it’s as enjoyable for me as it is for him, if not more so, is part of the excitement. Each time it is an adventure. I get an amazing high, and then I miss the rush of being a whore, and want, no, need, to do it again. It wasn’t something I had planned to do, but the opportunity arose that made my life so much more exciting.
I have been having sex more like a woman the last few months than like a man, and almost everything a woman can enjoy, I can enjoy, which means two of the three major forms of sex. It makes no sense when some people speak as though oral sex isn’t “having sex”; of course it is, just as is anal sex. The anus has more nerve endings than the vagina, so enormous pleasure is possible, far more than you can ever experience as a man.
I had to come to terms with myself. I had accepted what I was, what I needed and what I wanted, and I was determined to fulfill all, not just some, of my desires. I had longed for this sort of sordid, risque, uninhibited sex. Why had I denied myself for so long, I wondered. However, if one can't get over one’s nerves and go through with it, then one will never truly be happy. Anyway, I was ‘living the dream’, as some of my friends have said.
We entered the shabby, squalid room. Wordlessly, without being asked, the guy reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet, from which he extracted several bills. I took them and thanked him, then, also without being asked, began to undress. Standing there, in my silk corset, I was about to be someone's whore. I could hardly contain myself. I could do nothing to stop the raging desires that coursed through my body, and I didn’t want to. I doubt that he was a turned on as I was.
“You look hot. Keep that on.”
“Sure.”
He asked me to get on my knees, which was not unexpected. The usual cock sucking ensued, which aroused him, nerves undoubtedly inhibiting his erection. That being achieved, he bade me to lie down, which I did. After I lubricated his now erect member, my parted legs accepted his body between them as he easily slid into me. Once again, I had a man between my legs, and I felt wonderful. He then pumped, first slowly, then with great intensity, which surprised me. I didn’t know he had it in him.
The feeling was electric. While he was not particularly good, he was not bad either, and although part of me waited for him to finish, part of me didn’t want it to end. Eventually, however, it did, more with a sigh than with a bang. Still, I felt good about having become so professional in so short an interval of time.
We separated, made the usual pilgrimages to the bathroom, and he left after a hurried “goodbye.” I took my time freshening up, then left the room and the hotel, where I was greeted by the night air, and another man looking to ‘party’. Did I really want to do this? Apparently so. I just love sex. It’s like a hobby, something I enjoy doing. I enjoy turning men on and making them cum. It was clear that I had become the woman of my dreams. And part of the art of being a woman is knowing when not to be too much of a lady, which was obviously not a problem here.
Down on the street, I was again approached by a random stranger.
“Hey,” he said.
“‘Hey’ yourself. Want a date?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“So, what do you want?”
“The usual, half and half.”
“Okay. Here all right?”
“Sure, fine.”
Saying which, we entered the hotel. I was fast becoming a regular there, and I was greeted as such. Anyway, we made our way in, moved up to the room, and all of a sudden this sullen, silent individual became animated.
“Get undressed,” he proclaimed while tossing a few bills on the dresser.
I obliged.
“Okay, now get on the bed.”
Again, I complied. He undressed hurriedly, then joined me on the bed.
He got on top of me, and placed that cock of his in my mouth. He liked having me gag slightly on that tool of his. Then he lubed up my ass, while he took his time pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked and slurped for all I was worth, and the feel and scent of his manliness filled me with joy. He began to pump harder, and I could tell he was about to cum. With that, he exploded in my mouth, and the warm, thick cum spurted repeatedly against my throat. Finally, he let out a sigh and withdrew, while excess cum leaked out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I wiped it with my fingers and licked it up. He seemed to like that, and so I licked his cock clean, lapping up what little remained.
"Girl, you are one sweet little cocksucker," he exclaimed.
We just lay there and rested for a while. He began to stir, and I could tell he was becoming aroused again. It didn't take long. He began kissing me all over, and squeezing my ass as he became hard once more. I took his swelling, throbbing cock into my hands, and lovingly caressed it, eventually moving down so as to suck on it some more. "Now sweetheart, I need to pump that sweet plump little ass of yours," he said.
Suddenly, he pulled out, then ordered me onto my hands and knees. It was clear that he wanted to fuck me doggy style. As he mounted me from behind, I felt the weight and heat of his body against mine, and he pounded and pounded, slapping his heavy balls against my ass with every thrust. We fucked like that for what seemed like hours, although it was only minutes. My ass throbbed, and my body pulsed as the delicious, rhythmic contractions gave us what we both craved.
He let out a soft groan, and withdrew. He then collapsed on to the bed, and just lay there, while I silently calmed myself down. After a short time, we both got up and dressed. He mumbled a short “Thanks”, then took off, leaving me with the familiar feeling of warm cum dribbling down my leg, and the taste of cum in my mouth. I washed off the excess, dressed, then left the hotel yet again. By now it was time for the club to open, and I needed to sit down and rest a bit, so I went inside and found a secluded table. In no time at all, Trixie spotted me and came over.
“So Tracy, how’s tricks?”
“Funny. Well, actually, ‘tricks’ are pretty good so far.”
“Glad to hear it. Ready to work?”
“I’m way ahead of you. I got here too early and found myself approached by men down on the street.”
“How did it go?”
“I fucked two in a row.”
“I hope that doesn’t mean you’re too tired to work now?”
“Not at all; in fact, it got me all revved up.”
“Fantastic. Because I already have some clients lined up for you.”
“Really? Why me?”
“Word spreads fast. Besides, you’re new, and novelty always sells.”
“I see. So what you got?”
“A nice gentleman. A regular. He’s safe. Would you like to meet him?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Come with me.”
I accompanied Trixie to the bar where a nicely dressed man sat, nursing a drink.
“Trevor, this is Tracy.”
“I’m pleased to meet you Tracy.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you like to sit down.”
“Why yes, thank you.”
“What can I get you?”
I ordered a cocktail, and we exchanged small talk. After a bit, he asked if I would be interested in accompanying him next door. Of course I agreed, and we left the club and I found myself in the by now all too familiar lobby for the third time that evening. It was not to be the last, however. We made our way upstairs, with Trevor complimenting me all they way, and as we entered the room Trevor drew me to him and gave me a passionate kiss. I wasn’t particularly interested in kissing, but as this is what he seemed to want, and he was paying, I returned the kiss.
He began to unzip my dress, but seemed to like the corset and boots, so they stayed on. After he undressed, I automatically fell to my knees and began to perform the usual ritual. He quickly became aroused, pulled me to my feet, then gently pushed me onto the bed, apparently wanting to fuck right away, which was fine with me as my mouth was getting tired from all the sucking so far.
He wasn’t huge, maybe six and a half inches, and he came too fast to arouse me, but then I didn’t have to be there too long either. He seemed embarrassed by having cum so quickly; possibly he was nervous. Still, I was nice to him and he pressed another fifty into my hand as he was leaving. This was one quick trick. I returned to the club and Trixie.
“That was quick.”
“No kidding. A quick and easy trick.”
“Ready for another?”
“Sure. I’m just getting warmed up.”
“Great, because I have several lined up and not too many of you girls are working tonight.”
“More for me.”
“Great attitude. You’ll go far in this business. Anyway, why don’t you grab a table and I’ll send someone over?”
“Okay, great.”
While I was waiting I saw Candy. She smiled, then approached.
“Hi hun. How are you?”
“Just great; you?”
“Terrific! I see you’re working tonight.”
“Yes, in fact, it began before I even made it to the club. Before it opened, I met two men downstairs out on the street.”
“You go girl!”
“I can’t believe how much fun this is, and how easy!”
“Tell me about it! I can’t believe I ever didn’t want to do this.”
“I know. It’s hard to believe that this is considered so terrible. I’ve never had so much fun.”
“Maybe we can get together later, if you’re not too tired?”
“Count on it.”
“Great! See you then!”
“Take care.”
Just then I was introduced to Eric. The usual banter ensued, followed by the usual drink offer. I ordered a Cosmopolitan, which matched my dress. Eric was a talker, apparently new to the scene, and so nervous. He appeared to be in no hurry, so when I had downed my drink he asked if I would like another, to which I assented. This time I ordered an Orgasm. He blushed. I explained that it was a drink. This loosened him up a bit, and so I suggested we go next door where we could get better acquainted.
He let me take the lead in this, which appeared to be necessary, given his passivity. In any case, I took his hand and placed it on my inner thigh, spreading my legs in the process. This loosened him up still more, and he became aroused, making my job easier. We rose wordlessly and walked to the front entrance and down the steps. Out in the cool night air once again, I felt invigorated after the warm sultriness of the club’s atmosphere. This was, however, not to last, as we quickly made our way to the adjacent hotel. I was beginning to wonder if they were going to give me my own room, maybe with a plaque.
We quickly completed the formalities, and arrived at our room, whereupon Eric, now emboldened by alcohol and excited by arousal, overcame his shyness and unzipped my dress. I let it drop to the floor around my ankles, then stepped out of it. Eric then asked me to remove my boots, and pulled out his growing member. I did what came naturally, and we had a pleasant but uneventful fuck. This was becoming routine, but I still got off on the rush.
After an awkward parting, I returned to my table. It was after midnight, and I needed to get up in the morning. I then remembered my promise to meet up with Candy.
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