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The Walk after the Busted Date or My first Job as a Hooker
It was a Friday evening about eight just before the sun was about to set
on a pleasantly cool evening. The brisk air kept me comfortable since my
body was a little warm from being nervous with the coming scenario. I was
going to meet Phil, my date, as a hooker. We have been planning on this
for a few weeks and our schedules finally matched enough to make it
happen.
The club I was going to served a very eclectic clientele and right now,
there were free line dancing lessons with the 70's top 40 songs. The
Village People, to Sat Night Fever, Abba, and the Bee Gees were some of
the groups. No doubt, some of the folks in there were just like me. A CD
Milf on the prowel and were most likely going to get their prey. But
crap, did the place have to be so popular? The nearest parking was 2
blocks East of the club. Not so bad though, I guess. After checking in
the mirror to check and apply a dab of my red "fuck me" lipstick and any
stray hairs on my head, I left the van and proceeded to the club.
"Relax," I said to myself. "Get loose, elbows in, knees in, sway the hips
a little." Something must have been right enough to elicit a short "Toot-
toot" of a car horn as it passed me by. It startled me a little but only
after I realized why, the first butterflies of the day took off. They
honked at me for my looks. To get my attention. Cool!
I slowed my walk down a little to see if I would get another before I
made it to the club. I was walking with the traffic so they could only
see me from behind. Sure enough there were more than a few toots get feed
my ego. I wondered, "How many know what I am like under these clothes? I
had on 3 inch black boots, fishnet stockings that were attached to
garters under a black mini-skirt. The 3-4 length sleeve blouse had
fishnet arm warmers as well as my 'net chemise was the same net as
everything else. Black and white all around. I really did feel slutty and
must have looked like a hookers that frequented this city. To be desired
for sex in such a way, like an instrument to get off on, is a feeling
that no other activity could muster. Kinda like when I'm in bondage and I
couldn't do anything but take it like he wants me to. But here, it's
alittle different. I'm meat just the same but literally, now just a tool.
Hey. Was that the same car that honked at me 5 minutes ago?
Not too many folks were out in this are since it was mostly an office
like district during the day so I was a little nervous about the man
approaching me slowly in front of me. He paused about twenty feet away.
He looked at me up and down. I managed a smile. He frowned and turned and
walked away. I began to feel unwanted and ugly. Cold and alone. I hated
that feeling. I was rejected like that before. They were expecting
someone like Christy Brinkley with a little extra in the skirt and even
though they get a pic of me before.... Grrrr! I pisses me off thinking
about it.
Deep breath. Walk to the club. Easy. Easy. I think it must have parked 3-
4 blocks away instead. Ah well. Another block to go.
"Toot-toot." Startled me out of my wandering thoughts. I looked over and
there was that same car again. I'm sure of it. It pulled up next to me
matching my pace and I heard, "Hey Sweetie. You wanna take a ride with
me?"
"Who me?" I said increduously.
"Yeah you. You're the only sweetness I see walking out here. Just a sec."
he called out as he pulled into an access alley in front of me.
There he was. Blocking my way to my destination with my date waiting for
me. Sure. Why not. See what he has to "Offer" and say I have an
"appointment" with a client in a few minutes to get rid of him. Cool
thing to do! I'm bein' the hooker I am goin' to play later. Except this
wasn't play. This guy was for real. Deep breath.
I leaned onto the passenger window sill and looked at a cute younger guy
who seemd a little nervous. Problably just as much as me. Good thing I
was on the other side of the door so he couldn't see that my legs were
visibly shaking.
"I need some directions. I need to get off at the I-69 highway and
wandering if you could give me a hand? he said confidently emphasizing
"Hand." Apparently he has done this before with the smooth way it came
out.
I stammered out something about my appointment and that I may be around
later. He just smiled at me as he pulled away down the alley onto the
other street. That made me feel a little better than a few minutes ago
when the other guy did his thing. Is this the way a street girl feels?
The ups and downs of the customer rejecting or accepting you? I'm
guessing it is.
Thirty minutes later after finishing my favorite shot, a lime gimlet, (A
quarter lime juice and three quarters gin) I was still waiting for my
date to show up. I must have looked interesting enough for a few guys
would come up to the little table I was sitting at and ask if I would
dance with them. I hate to see a guy's body just collapse a little like
that when they get a "No" as polite as it was.
Another ten minutes later I beging to feel a little self-conscious.
Nobody else came up to me. My date didn't show. A thousand thoughts went
through my head. Was he like the guy on the street who just shook his
head and walked away. A little lump formed in my throat and before I get
all worked up about it, I headed to the door to go outside for a little
fresh air.
"Ahh. I needed that. Freedom from the thoughts, the sights and sounds of
the club, and a lungful of crisp air." I thought as I aimlessly wandered
along the sidewalk. It must have been aimless because it was in the
opposite direction from where I parked.
"Toot-toot!" said the car next to me as it interrupted my wanderings the
another familiar voice said, "Your appointment over?"
It was the young man from before. He pushed the passenger door open for
me and I heasitated. Frozen in time knowing exactly what this man wanted.
"Well? Get in."
I did exactly that and after a few minutes of silence while driving down
the street, he turned into a side street and to the back delivery area
where no one can be seen from the street. My heart was aflutter and my
mind was racing to keep up.
The next thing I heard from him was, "Can you give me hand with
directions. I think I'm a little lost." He peered at his crotch the right
into my eyes then moved his seat back to give me the proper room to do
what he, I think he wanted.
It isn't like this is the first time I have done this. Just this time,
this guy think's I'm a hooker. A real one for sure! I better do what he
suggests. I've heard stories of girls getting beat up for not going along
and I don't have a Pimp for protection either.
I unzipped his pants, and started to pull his cock out, which was
actually pretty difficult because his cock was already hard and wouldn't
bend much. As I was trying to work it out, he was responding by getting
even harder. There...push his trousers down...to the side a little...
watch the zipper!.. bend...ahhh, success!
I finally got his cock out and started gently stroking him off. I was
really trying to focus on the head of his cock, which was obviously
extremely sensitive since a passing dry rub would make him jump. I deftly
worked a bit of spit in my hand and used that for lubrication. Must have
worked since his cock definitely kept getting harder as I played with it
and worked on it, and I soon found myself wanting really badly to lean
over and see what that big hard rod would feel like to suck on, and to
have him cum really hard in my mouth. He just wanted a hand job so a hand
job he will get, by golly!
He was leaking a lot (a lot) of pre-cum on my hands, and was definitely
ready to cum. No more saliva was needed for this bad boy but I wanted him
to get his moneys worth and so I slowed down to make it last. His ideas
were different than mine! His hips started pushing and he got moaning
loudly like a volcano's rumble before the eruption. His eyes were
occasionally closing while I hept mine open staring at his rock solid
hard meat in my hands. His hips were starting to push back and forth as
he literally began to fuck my hands. I wanted so badly to suck on his
super hard cock so I was trying not to let him cum while I was deciding
what to do.
I realized we haven't said anything since we stared. I managed to blurt
out just one thing, "Yeah Baby. Cum for me!" in my best fem sexy voice I
can muster.
Not sure if that was the trigger but his cock let loose a gob of pre-cum
over the back of my hands. At that very instant, I made a decision. I
squeezed one hand tightly on Jim's thick cock shaft and lightly grabbed
his cock head with my other hand and started pumping really fast. He
rolled flat on his back and started raising his hips off the seat as he
got ready to cum.
I had also just made the decision to wrap my mouth around his huge cock
and suck every drop of his load out but it was already too late. The very
instant I started moving closer to his cock so I could suck him off, he
blew the biggest load of cum that I had ever seen. There were cum spots
on the car window (really!), the car door (I had at least some thought to
not let him cum all over himself) there was cum running on my hands as I
kept pumping, and by the time I managed to get his huge cock head into
the my mouth, only a very few remaining slurps of cum continued to ooze
out of his gorgeous big cock, which felt warm, huge, hard, with tasty
goodness throughout flowing throughout my mouth. I sucked on him and
played with him between my lips for a few more minutes before I went back
to sit in my seat.
He let out a long and moaning sigh before he said, "That was fucking
awesome. But dammit. I'm gonna have to was the lipstick off of my cock
before I go home. The cum on the doorI can wipe off easy enough. Bu the
lipstick is going to take some work. Get out of the car now and take our
fucking money before I think about it too much and get mad!" He threw a
couple of twenties at me and I didn't hesitate to exit like a tree, and
leaf!
As I was walking back in the direction of the club, about a dozen blocks
away by now, I was thinking, "Yeah, his girlfriend or wife would be
pissed if lipstick would be found on his dick. Gotta to remember to do
only what the guy asks next time." Then I cought myself! "Did I say next
time?" I did have fourty bucks to my name and a nice aftertaste of a hard
cock. Hmmm.
It wasn't long until I heard it again... "Toot-toot!"
Leslie
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