Former Playboy Playmates Part 7 Alyssas Journey
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I don’t like being a prostitute.
I just happen to be very, very good at it. No other job I’ve tried to pick up has paid half as well as bending over and thinking of anything else.
I spy a car idling nearby, usually a good indicator of an interested but reluctant individual. They were my favorite. The illegal nature of the whole encounter usually kept things quick and brief, because they didn’t want to get caught.
I saunter toward the vehicle, the headlights catching my tight black leather shorts and fishnet top.
As I approach, a young man in formal wear leans across the seat to roll down the passenger side window, trying to keep as much distance between him and myself.
I smile as I lean down to look inside. “Well, hello, handsome. What brings you to my little corner?”
The man is clearly older than me, though not as old as some of the creeps I’ve serviced in the past. He was well-dressed in his suit, with an expensive watch on his wrist and slick black hair with a cologne I can smell even from the sidewalk.
I know what is coming. I know his type. Firm hand, demanding nature. Needs a good, hard outlet to maintain their perfect facade of having it all together.
I prepare myself for what is most likely going to hurt.
“Hands, mouth, or ass?” I ask.
“What?” he says, nearly stumbling over his words.
“You want my mouth? You pay. You want my hands? You pay. You want my ass? You pay double. You want me handcuffed and blindfolded while I go down?” I stick a finger in my mouth and wiggle it suggestively. “Then you pay triple, and cover the hotel costs.”
“I… I just want…” he stammers, his face turning red.
“Fine. Just the mouth, but you gotta follow some rules. No breathing in my ear, no spitting, no grabbing my hair… You want to go down my throat, then you have to be polite about it. We clear?”
I’ve never seen a grown man look so embarrassed before. Aww, was this his first time with a prostitute?
“Uh… Okay. Yes, okay. Just your mouth…” He glances around like there’s a hidden camera crew waiting to jump out. “Can you get in the car now? I don’t want anyone to see us…”
I smile.
They never do.
I slide into the passenger seat and prop one boot up on the dashboard, putting my crotch in his direct line of sight. I lean back, folding my arms behind my head.
“So,” I ask. “Do you have a name, or do you just want me to call you ‘Daddy?'”
“Uh… Grant. My name’s Grant.”
I lean in close, putting my lips next to his ear. “Good. Then, Grant, you ready to play?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he just slides his hand down my chest and toward my groin. I let him rub for just a moment, then slap his hand away.
“Ah, ah, ah. You pay first.” I smile.
He nods and digs through his pockets for a moment before handing me a crumpled bill. I slowly unfold it to see that it’s a hundred dollar bill. I raise an eyebrow, and he quickly pulls out his wallet and finds some smaller bills, handing them over.
I count it quickly. A hundred and sixty bucks. Way too much. So I nod and shove it into my back pocket. “All right,” I say. “Now you can play.”
He doesn’t say anything else and just returns his hand to feeling me up. I’m not sure how he took ‘just my mouth’ to mean fondle me, but Iʼm not going to complain. I am actually kind of aroused by his clumsy, uncertain touch.
His fingers start to tug at the zipper, and I grab his wrist. “Whoa, there, Grant. The deal was my mouth. If you want my dick, that’s an extra hundred.”
He’s already digging in his wallet before I can even consider if I’m being a little cruel. He hands over his money so easily. Too easily.
But he doesn’t seem to mind at all as he hands over a crisp hundred and goes back to unzipping my pants and freeing my half-hard erection. Which is pretty impressive, honestly. I wasn’t even delving into my imagination to fake it.
I give a little roll of my hips to encourage him. He’s a little hesitant now that his fingers are touching flesh, but I moan and that seems to be enough for him.
God, I’m actually enjoying this. His grip becomes firm as he grows more confident, and before I know it, I’m wanting more.
The least I can do is give him the service he paid for, I think. It’s a bonus that I’ll actually enjoy it.
I slowly unbuckle his belt, then tug his pants down just enough so I can free him from his briefs. I wrap my hand around it and begin to pump it slowly as I lean down, maintaining eye contact with him until my lips touch the tip.
I give it a nice, long lick from base to head, then slip it into my mouth. The taste is no better or worse than the average dick that I end up sucking, but I still moan around his length like it's the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
When he’s deep in my throat, I can feel him starting to tense up, so I pop off and squeeze the base, chasing off the impending orgasm. He groans in slight frustration, but doesn’t say anything.
After another few minutes of sucking, he’s right at the edge of orgasm again. I stop and look up at him. “So. This is a pretty good cock, yeah? I mean, I’m sucking it and everything, but not quite enough to cum. That’s gotta be worth at least another hundred.”
He stares at me in shock for a moment, and I expect him to yell. I’ve pushed my luck too far. Or, that’s what I think, but he grabs a couple bills from his wallet and slips them into the waist of my pants.
“Thanks, Grant.” I lick my lips. “You’re my favorite customer.”
I begin to suck him off in earnest, bobbing my head up and down quickly as he begins to moan loudly. I can feel him getting closer, so I stop again.
“Damn it!” His head falls back against the seat as he pants, desperate.
“It just seems like you’re having such a good time… and, well, I did let you touch me. Starting to think you’re just taking advantage of me, Grant.”
He shakes his head. “I swear to God, that’s it. I don’t have anything else.”
I sigh loudly. “I don’t know. That doesn’t sound very convincing. What if you get greedy with your hands again?”
He stays silent, refusing to make eye contact with me.
I stare at his cock for a few seconds, then plunge it into my mouth. I slip one hand down to massage his balls. He tries to hold back his moans, but they steal leak out, and he eventually gives in and lets them out fully.
I love the sound of a man moaning in pleasure.
I gently bob my head up and down, taking it halfway down before rising back up. His cock swells slightly as he gets closer to orgasm, and I stop him from thrusting by holding his hips in place. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock for a few moments, then pull my mouth off. I begin to stroke his length as he begins to moan in time with the stroking.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “I’m gonna…”
I stop jerking him off and thrust my mouth down his whole cock in one go, and I can feel him begin to throb deep in my throat. I wiggle my tongue under the head, and that’s all he needs before I can feel him orgasm with my throat tight around him.
Once I’m certain I’ve milked him for everything he’s got — both his money and his cum — I gently let him slip out of my mouth.
He stares at me with a glazed look on his face. It’s exactly how I like them after they’ve gotten their rocks off. I feel… powerful, making any man weak for me, regardless of who they were outside of this moment.
“Damn,” he says softly, his head tilted back as he takes a shuddering breath.
I quickly fix my clothes, ensure that every bill is accounted for, then look out the window. “Well, Grant, that was fun, but it looks like our time is up.”
When I turn to leave, he calls out, "Hey, I'd… like to do this again sometime."
I laugh. "Well, you know where to find me." I wink before pushing the passenger door open and stepping out, sure to angle myself so my ass is in his direct line of sight. “Maybe bring more money next time, though.”
Once he’s driven away, I grin and pull out my cell phone as quickly as I can. I hit my sister’s contact and can barely contain myself as I wait for her to pick up.
“Hey,” she says, groggily. “Everything okay?”
“Better than okay. You won’t believe this, but I just charged some idiot almost four hundred for a blowjob.”
“Fuck you!” She shouts, and the line goes dead.
I laugh and enjoy the walk home, the cold night air stark against my warm skin. It's a short walk, mostly because some nights, I don't have much strength left to make it home. I slip into the apartment just as Mary is walking out of her bedroom. She looks nervously at me, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.
“Um,” she starts, glancing down at my feet. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for yelling and hanging up. Can we talk for a minute?”
I sigh, but nod, plopping down on the loveseat.
“I’m just really worried about you, okay? I mean, I know the money’s good and you can get more by doing that awful blowjob thing. But, you were going to be a teacher! Why give that up just to blow a bunch of dudes for cash?” She looks at me with soft, pleading eyes. “I just don’t want you to end up… I don’t know… like me, a dropout with no direction. I’m just worried about you, Jax. I love you.”
I start to unlace my boots and kick them off, then sigh again. “If I didn’t do this, we’d be living off your waitress wage in a shitty one-bedroom flat… and I don’t think I could handle that. We need this, okay? I’m not doing this forever. Just until I can figure something else out.”
She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes as they fill up with tears. “I’d rather live in a shitty flat than this place, if it meant you’d stop doing… what you do.” She shakes her head. “But okay. It’s your choice. Now come give your sister a hug.”
“Okay, okay.” I stand up from the loveseat and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her as she does the same. I give her a squeeze, just to show that I care. “Can I go spend my money now?”
She laughs. “Yeah, okay.”
I duck into my bedroom and jump on the bed. I reach back to get the wad of bills I’d sucked out of Grant, then set it in front of me and stare at it.
Normally, I’d be bruised with a sore ass to see this kind of cash from one night. Tonight, I'm… kind of still turned on, a little bit. The erection has faded, but there is still a warmth in my groin that threatens to spring things into action at any moment.
I roll over onto my back and pull out my phone to start flipping through the wishlist of things I’d thought were going to be out of reach for quite some time. I could get a really nice mixer for Mary, or some new boots for myself… Hell, I could afford both.
The phone screen goes dim when I just stare at it without scrolling. Mary’s words are in my head, now. I really needed to start figuring out a better long term solution. My thumbs take the page away from shopping and to the search results for ‘good savings account.’
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