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10 months ago...
I thought about Marla's offer all week while at home or my temp job. My boring, brain-numbing temp job where for eight hours a day I scanned old paper files from, like, a gazillion years ago into computer memory to free up cabinet space for more paper files. Each hum of the scanner made me think of all that money... What I'd have to do to earn it. On Friday my boss said I wouldn't be needed after today. Which meant on Monday, I'd have to spend an entire morning in the temp agency's office while they found me a new position. Yet another day without pay!
Friday night I went on a date with a guy I'd been seeing off and on for a month. We had sex. Very unsatisfying sex for me at least. Later that night as my date drove me home, I couldn't help but think of the money I would have earned if I just did what I just did with a guy Marla sent me to meet. Of course, the guy would be a stranger. But... Looking at my date as he drove me home, I wondered how much I knew about him. Not much really and yet I'd just spread my legs for him in a cheap motel room.
Monday morning I was sitting in a Coffee Clutch near Marla's office. I could either walk down the street and up two flights or I could catch the next subway to the temp office. I was weighing my options. The pros vs the cons...The ying vs the yang... Magnum's Ferrari vs ... Well, there was no versus. Magnum's Ferrari beats everything! I've wanted one ever since binge watching the old series. But I'd never be able to afford one on a temp's salary. Decision made, I walked down the street. Marla remembered me and seemed delighted to see me again. I turned down her offer of coffee and while she poured herself a cup I asked if the offer was still open.
"It certainly is, Olivia."
"And I'd be able to, ah, work every day?"
Marla laughed and answered, "For someone with your looks and body? I can find you work seven days a week if that's what you want. Is it?"
"No! I mean, I wouldn't be able to explain my trips into the city on the weekends."
"Well, as I said before, with just a little luck as far as scheduling goes, I'm certain you can have two clients a day very soon if you want that much money."
For the next hour Marla went over her rules again and we decided on my new name. After answering more questions I had, Marla leaned back in her chair and asked if I'd be willing to start today.
"Today? You mean, like, now!?"
"Sure. Why not? Viv, if you're going to back out, now's the time to find out. This way I won't have wasted very much of my time."
I thought for maybe five seconds. After I said okay, Marla called someone and I had my first appointment with a client scheduled for that same afternoon. Marla made me memorize the client's name and address and then added, "If you chicken out, which has happened before with other girls, no hard feelings, just never come to me again. Viv, you're very intelligent and you have the face and figure to make a lot of money." Marla looked at her watch and concluded, "You now have forty-five minutes to decide if you have the courage to follow through with what it takes to earn that money!"
I was unsure I had the courage. Very, very unsure. But, forty minutes later I was in a stranger's office as he expressed his delight, "Damn, Marla said she was sending someone who was perfect. Now I believe her. You are everything I hoped for, Viv. I don't have much time. I wasn't expecting Marla's call back saying she'd found a girl," the man said, glancing at his watch. "I scheduled a meeting with my sales reps in... Damn it! Get undressed. Get undressed," he commanded me as he took off his coat and tie.
When he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair, I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it. When his pants hit the floor so, too, did my skirt. Boxers and panties dropped at the same time. I still had my bra on but he reached around behind me to unhook it. In less than a minute we were both naked and he had my boobs in his hands, telling me how perfect they were.
Leading me to a short couch against a wall, he pushed me down and wasted no time in mounting me. I spread my legs as wide as I could on the couch but I was dry and his eager, first thrusts pulled and stretched my pussy enough to cause me to grimace and cry out. It was very uncomfortable and painful at times but it wasn't that long before his thrusts between my legs caused me to moisten. Moaning how tight I was, soon he was fucking me hard. Hard enough to push my head to the edge of his couch before he stiffened and pushed deep with short, hard jabs as he came deep. I looked at him and couldn't even remember his name! Yet, I had his cum in me... My God! It had all happened so quickly I hadn't had time to think about what I was doing. Which was probably a good thing I decided.
While he was still groaning from his release, I raised my head and looked between our bodies. His cock was wet with our cum as he continued to slowly move inside me. It didn't seem possible that in so short a time I'd gone from being a 'good girl' to becoming a whore. If there was any doubt of my new status in my mind, my client soon dispelled them. He certainly had no doubts I was a whore and that's how he treated me. Pulling his cock out and tossing me my panties. Telling me to put them on quickly.
"I don't want you to leak cum on my couch and carpet," he said. As soon as I'd done what I'd been told he came to stand beside me and pressed down on my shoulder. There was no uncertainty of what he wanted. Remembering I was to do anything a client wanted, I got on my knees beside the couch and opened my mouth to suck on his sticky dick. Cleaning his dick of our sex with my tongue was a first for me. The taste wasn't what I'd expected. Not as bad as I'd feared when I'd refused to do the same with boyfriends from my past.
He wasn't in my mouth for long before withdrawing, telling me to get dressed. Looking at his watch after we were dressed, he gave another muttered, 'Damn it!' Pulling out his wallet he leafed through the bills then, with a shrug of his shoulders, he added more and pressed them into my hand with further instructions.
"Get better clothes before you come back. Something that will say you belong here if a partner sees you. You look like a damned teenager who wandered in to use the bathroom. And get a Brazilian Wax. I don't like hairy pussies. Next appointment I won't be so pressed for time so I can really enjoy you for longer. But for now, go... go... go..., I have that other meeting to get to."
On the elevator ride to the lobby I was sure people would look at me differently. But they didn't. I was sure I wasn't the only one to smell the sex that was wetting the crotch of my panties. But no one seemed to.
I may have been new at being a whore but I wasn't new to going home after sex. Mom and Dad never suspected how many times I'd come home from a date with cum wetting my pussy lips and the crotch of my panties. I used the lessons I'd learned then to good effect now after getting directions to a ladies room from a guard in the lobby. Standing in a stall I used tissue to wipe the smeared cum from between my thighs.
While I was the only one in the bathroom, I rinsed the thick cum from the crotch of my panties. Twirling them quickly to spin as much water as I could out of the fabric, I stopped from putting them on and put them in my purse instead. An emergency tampon from my purse to keep more cum from oozing out and one last wipe of my pussy lips with a damp tissue and I left the building. Bright sunlight and a warm breeze cleared my head as I began looking for a taxi to flag down.
This time when I entered Marla's office she came from around her desk to give me a hug. "The client called and said he was very pleased with you."
"I'm not sure why? It all happened so fast I don't see how he could have enjoyed it."
"One minute or two hours, it all pays the same," Marla replied with a shrug as she leaned against the edge of her desk. "He did say he wanted you to dress more like a professional before next time. Shall I schedule you for a next time? Wait, wait, before you answer, here," Marla said as picked up an envelope from her desk and handed it to me. "You haven't given me an account I can deposit your pay in so that's it in cash this time. Now, tell me, do you want there to be a next time?"
I opened the envelope and looked at the money, then mentally added it to the tip I'd counted out while in the taxi coming here. It was more money than I'd ever had in my hands at one time. It exceeded my weekly paycheck from the temp agency. All for undressing and spreading my legs for ten minutes.
Still, it took me some time to think about whether or not I wanted a next time. Marla was quiet and gave me that time. Finally, I looked up and, "Yes, I want there to be a next time."
"Fine," Marla said with a large smile. Reaching over her desk she handed me a card. "Here's the address of a hotel and the room number. One of my other girls has a scheduling problem. I was going to call him to cancel but... Do you want the money?"
Just the thought of doubling the amount of money I was putting in my book bag made me decide quickly. Nodding my head I said, "I'll do it!"
Window shopping with actual money in my book bag took on a whole new meaning while I killed time until my appointment. Remembering what the man had requested while counting out my tip, I went into a shop and bought a dress a 'professional woman' might wear. A dress I could never have afforded on a temp's pay. An hour and a half later I was knocking on my first hotel door. This time the man who answered my knock used me for the full two hours.
The present...
Walking into a hotel in the middle of the day, dressed as I am, used to frighten me. I just knew everyone was whispering about me. Knew I was a whore meeting a guy for sex. Now my stride was quick and confident because I didn't care what other people might think. The room number had been texted to me so I didn't need to slow my walk to the elevators. Once in the elevator I pulled my dress up an inch and gave my boobs another lift. The man who answered my knock was a semi-regular of mine. He always asked Marla for me and we managed to meet at least once a month when our schedules meshed.
After the door closed behind me, I let Tim pull me into a long, stand-up kiss. He smiled into our kiss when his roving hands moved up under my dress to find that I wasn't wearing panties. While his hands continued to explore my ass I pulled back from our kiss to ask, "What's your excuse this time?"
"I'm meeting a prospective investor over a long lunch," Tim replied. Giving my ass a final, hard squeeze, he released me. I pulled the hem of my dress down as he walked to the mini-bar and came back with two bourbons over ice. I usually have a strict rule of not drinking anything that might have been spiked. "You're not trying to roofie me, are you," I asked, eyeing the drink.
Tim laughed and reached behind me to run his fingers into and up my ass crack. "Now, Viv. Why would I need to roofie a sure thing?" That was certainly true. I'd learned at high school parties how to shotgun beer, tossing back a shot of cold bourbon was no problem though it burned all the way down and exploded in my stomach. Tim laughed at my facial gyrations as my drink disappeared and sipped his. Opening the well stocked mini-bar I picked out two more small bottles, topping off Tim's drink and refilling mine. Tim laughed again, "Are you trying to get me drunk, Viv?"
Putting my glass down on the counter, this time it was my time to laugh as I reached to loosen his tie, "Now, Tim. Why would I need to get a sure thing drunk?"
Sipping our drinks as we loosened clothing it wasn't long before I pushed Tim onto the small couch in the suite. Tim is one of the few who likes to take his time with me. He never seems to rush and he's a real tit lover. As he demonstrated again by playing with and sucking on my tits for long minutes until my nipples were hard and aching in his mouth.
Deciding it was time, I pulled away from his mouth and stood up. Slowly undulating my hips as he watched, I shimmied out of my dress. Pulling Tim to his feet I undressed him while we alternated between sipping our drinks and kissing. Tim sat back down on the edge of the couch while I remained standing in front of him. I finished my drink while Tim took his time exploring my ass and pussy. Sliding two fingers up my pussy, he was pleased to find me wet for him. There was a clock alarm on a table by the bed. I glanced at it while holding Tim hard to my breast. I knew Tim liked to take his time. I also knew that he needed to come twice for me to get a big tip. It was time to get his first over with so he'd have time to rest up for a second.
Pushing Tim to sit back on the couch, I went to my knees to remove his shoes, pants and briefs. Moving forwards between his legs, I gave his cock a little hand and tongue action while he watched and finished his drink. Rising from my knees to straddle his lap, I took his glass and set it aside before reaching between us to slide his tip between my pussy lips until it was wet with my juice. Opening my legs, I put the tip to my hole and slowly impaled myself on his cock.
Once I had him inside me, it wasn't long before his hands left my tits to grasp my hips. Soon he was thrusting upwards while his hands held me in place. I put my hands on the back of the couch to either side of his head and leaned forwards just enough to run my hard nipples lightly across his lips. Teasing him by pulling back before he could capture one. Only when he groaned he was coming and held still, deep in my pussy, did I let him capture his reward and he came while sucking hard on my tit.
Rising up and off Tim's dick, we both watched as his large load dripped from my pussy lips to pool on his stomach. Kneeling on the floor between his legs again I pulled my hair back and out of the way so it wouldn't drag through the wet pool. Tim reached to grasp my hair in his hand to help and contentedly watched as I chased every drop of cum with my tongue until his stomach was clean.
Shortly afterwards we were relaxing on the bed with fresh drinks. I took slow sips. My cheeks were slightly numb from the two drinks I'd already had. Shotgunning bourbon on an empty stomach is a dangerous thing to do. Tim did most of the talking. As usual he spewed about all the crap he'd had to put up with from bosses at work and his wife and kids at home since the last time we'd met. All the while I listened attentively. After so many previous meetings, by now I knew the names of his wife, kids and co-workers. I knew enough about them to offer advice about Tim's youngest who wanted to drop out of college in her Senior year.
Mental therapists charge shit loads of money per hour in this city. Two hours of my time was a bargain for Tim and I did something better than validate parking at the end of a session. In truth? Giving Tim an attentive audience and the time to get all this crap out of his system once a month probably did more for him than my letting him put two loads of cum into me.
But cum, not psychology, is my business. I was determined to get a good tip and glancing at the clock I knew I had to act. While Tim talked I put my hand on his cock and started stroking until it was hard. Moving to straddle his hips, again I impaled myself on his cock. Riding him cowgirl while he reached up to play with my tits, I resisted when he tried to pull me down, so he could suck on my nipples again.
Playfully, I kept fending off the hands trying to pull me down. Leaning down to tease him, I let Tim bury his face between my tits before pulling away. Laughing, "No. Not this time you greedy boy. I did all the work last time so you don't get my tits again until you give me what I want!" Leaning down, I whispered what I wanted in his ear while kissing the sweet, sensitive spot everyone, men and women, seem to have on their neck. "I want to be fucked long and hard!"
Now that Tim knew how to earn his 'reward', I was squealing at how quickly he moved to put me on my back. Tim isn't a young man. Having come just a short while ago I was certain I'd be fucked quite a long time as he earned his reward for services rendered. I spread my legs wider as he moved to mount me. The slide of his cock filling me as his weight pressed me into the mattress felt so good. Tim was always a decent lover and he was again today. With long, passionate kisses as our tongues tried to enter each other's mouths as deeply as his cock entered my pussy, we began a missionary fuck which ended with him propped up on his arms while thrusting his cock into me. Tim was pounding my pussy lips so hard my breaths came in gasps between grunted words as I urged him on to fuck me harder.
I love it when my job is also pleasant. Tim was sweaty and gasping for air when he finally pressed hard between my legs as he came. Moving my hips to grind against his groin had my clit tingling. I was very pleasantly surprised at how good I felt between my thighs. I didn't orgasm but my clit was telling me I'd been fucked hard and well.
As Tim rested above me, still on locked arms, after a few more seconds I reached up to pull him down and let him have his reward. I was content to feel his still hard cock move inside me while he sucked on my nipples until they ached for as long as he wanted. But... alas, there's always a 'but' as Marla had once told me... the time on the alarm clock was telling me it was time to go.
That's what I had to tell Tim. If he'd requested more time, after a short call to Marla, I would have said yes. Both for the extra money and for the orgasm I knew I'd have if just from masturbating while Tim watched. Rolling off me, he seemed content with a short blowjob to clean his cock and to watch me pad about in my garter, stockings and high heels. Fixing us another drink, I took Tim his and told him I was going to use the powder room. Carrying my drink and hand bag I went into the bathroom but left the door open so we could talk.
Opening my legs wider than my usual stance while brushing out my hair let most of the cum inside me drip out. A damp wash cloth to wipe away Tim's sweat and cum... A tampon inserted to keep me clean enough between my thighs that I wouldn't wet my dress during the taxi ride home... Dropping the wash cloth, I used my foot to swipe it over the tiles of the wash room floor to clean up the cum that had dripped from my pussy.
Back in the room I let Tim watch me dress, the little I had to put on. As I finished the last of my drink he told me my tip was in the envelope on the mini-bar counter. I don't count money in front of a client. Putting the envelope in my hand bag I found my lipstick and using the mirror behind the counter began applying it.
Tim had a knowing grin on his face as I approached the bed. He knew from previous encounters what I was about to do. I'm not exactly sure when red lipstick became my 'thing'. But sometime in the last few months, I'd found that leaving a client I liked a reminder of me brought much repeat business. Days already scheduled with repeat clients I liked meant having to do clients I didn't like less often. Win-win for me! None of my 'preferred customers' had yet to complain. Tim certainly didn't as I leaned over the bed and left a bright red kiss mark on the bulb of his cock.
"So I'm still one of your preferred customers," Tim asked while looking at the red brand on the head of his dick. I laughed and with a nod and a finger wave I exited the room.
I counted the tip, the very nice tip, Tim had given me in the taxi on the way back to my apartment. Next week was my nineteenth birthday and I was taking the day off to spend with my mom. Window shopping in the mall and a lunch. Then home for birthday cake with relatives. This tip went a long way to making up for a lost day of pay.
Tim was my only client of the day. Back in my apartment, after removing my makeup and showering, I had time to do the house work I'd been putting off during busy days. In my 'suburban' clothes again, I stopped at the Coffee Clutch on my way to the train stop. A sweet pastry and coffee was just what I needed to keep my blood sugar up for the train ride home.
And my courage. I planned on telling Mom I was moving out. It was time...
Part Three Coming...
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