our
business.”
“It could be fun to ride you and chat at the same time.” Why
do I hunger to please him—and myself in the process—again so soon? The night is
young. There will be plenty of other customers to share with. “Now, oral sex
and conversation, that’s trickier. But I am a professional, you know. I
could probably handle it.”
“Maybe you should put some clothes on.” Rick grumbles then
tugs my satin sheet over his better-than-average form.
Disappointment suffuses me. It’s quickly replaced with
concern. I usually have no trouble becoming exactly what my customer needs,
whatever they may desire. He’s certainly never turned away from me before.
What am I missing?
“Am I annoying you?” I can’t quite catch my balance tonight.
“No, Star.” He gathers me to his side, the damn fabric
separating us even as the barrier heats with our joint radiance. Somehow the
temperature seems to spike when we’re near. “You could never do that. I’m
trying to tell you Chloe had an accident.”
“Oh shit. Is she all right? Are you?” I raise my head to
weigh his reaction. His compassion for his charges is legendary—something I’ve
always admired.
“I’m fine. She will be too, but she fractured her hip. Damn
boots with gargantuan heels were not made for these conditions.” He grunted.
“She was running late, as usual. Rushing.”
“Wearing her thigh-highs? Red leather? Buckles up the
sides?”
He nods.
“They were designed to make her legs look ten miles long. And
they do.” Chloe may not have my heart racing. Her boots…they’re another matter.
The sleek material oozes sexuality no human can ignore.
Mmm. I rub my pussy against Rick’s sheathed hip.
He grips my waist, refraining from acting on the arousal
stiffening his cock once more. I force my fingers to stay where they’ve landed
on his taut abdomen instead of drifting lower to stroke the bulge tenting the
silky material.
At least for the moment.
Rick’s powers of concentration degrade at an alarming rate.
I’d love to indulge in another round of mattress gymnastics, except he’s
incited my curiosity. I sense he wouldn’t appreciate my intervention, so I
nudge him back on track.
After all, I’m here to serve. Whatever he needs.
“Wasn’t Chloe the lead in the Kinkmas pageant?” Dozens of
fliers for the adult spectacular have decorated windows, littered the ground
and been passed from tourist to tourist in the past month.
Hell, if I didn’t have to work, I might have checked it out
myself. Christmas Eve—all holidays for that matter—are popular nights for
average Joes to slake their loneliness. Like a waiter at a fancy restaurant
hosting company parties or a harried department store clerk, I capitalize on
the season.
No rest for the wicked.
“Yeah. Not possible now. She can’t even spread her legs,
never mind take all they had scripted.”
“Who’s her understudy?”
“This isn’t Broadway, Star!” Rick tousles my hair as he
cracks up, goading me to smack his impressive biceps. “Sorry, sweetheart. Just
picturing the playbill for Kinkmas. Priceless. Maybe I should suggest it to
Tommy as a souvenir.”
Triple X’s owner has earned a reputation for ruthless
pursuit of profit, though never at the expense of his performers. I settle
against Rick once more, enjoying the warmth he lends me. “He won’t go for it.
Too many of the performers are incognito. No pictures. No proof.”
“You’re right. Still, the Kinkmas pageant is why I came to
you tonight.” He draws a breath deep enough to raise me several inches as I
ride his inflating chest. “Tommy’s looking for someone to step in. Tomorrow
night. Someone who can live up to all the hype he’s set in motion. Someone
breathtaking.”
I can’t help myself. I peer into his glittering blue eyes. I
think I discern respect, tenderness and admiration swirling in them. Maybe I’m
imagining it.
“And you thought of me ?” In a city full of
prostitutes
business.”
“It could be fun to ride you and chat at the same time.” Why
do I hunger to please him—and myself in the process—again so soon? The night is
young. There will be plenty of other customers to share with. “Now, oral sex
and conversation, that’s trickier. But I am a professional, you know. I
could probably handle it.”
“Maybe you should put some clothes on.” Rick grumbles then
tugs my satin sheet over his better-than-average form.
Disappointment suffuses me. It’s quickly replaced with
concern. I usually have no trouble becoming exactly what my customer needs,
whatever they may desire. He’s certainly never turned away from me before.
What am I missing?
“Am I annoying you?” I can’t quite catch my balance tonight.
“No, Star.” He gathers me to his side, the damn fabric
separating us even as the barrier heats with our joint radiance. Somehow the
temperature seems to spike when we’re near. “You could never do that. I’m
trying to tell you Chloe had an accident.”
“Oh shit. Is she all right? Are you?” I raise my head to
weigh his reaction. His compassion for his charges is legendary—something I’ve
always admired.
“I’m fine. She will be too, but she fractured her hip. Damn
boots with gargantuan heels were not made for these conditions.” He grunted.
“She was running late, as usual. Rushing.”
“Wearing her thigh-highs? Red leather? Buckles up the
sides?”
He nods.
“They were designed to make her legs look ten miles long. And
they do.” Chloe may not have my heart racing. Her boots…they’re another matter.
The sleek material oozes sexuality no human can ignore.
Mmm. I rub my pussy against Rick’s sheathed hip.
He grips my waist, refraining from acting on the arousal
stiffening his cock once more. I force my fingers to stay where they’ve landed
on his taut abdomen instead of drifting lower to stroke the bulge tenting the
silky material.
At least for the moment.
Rick’s powers of concentration degrade at an alarming rate.
I’d love to indulge in another round of mattress gymnastics, except he’s
incited my curiosity. I sense he wouldn’t appreciate my intervention, so I
nudge him back on track.
After all, I’m here to serve. Whatever he needs.
“Wasn’t Chloe the lead in the Kinkmas pageant?” Dozens of
fliers for the adult spectacular have decorated windows, littered the ground
and been passed from tourist to tourist in the past month.
Hell, if I didn’t have to work, I might have checked it out
myself. Christmas Eve—all holidays for that matter—are popular nights for
average Joes to slake their loneliness. Like a waiter at a fancy restaurant
hosting company parties or a harried department store clerk, I capitalize on
the season.
No rest for the wicked.
“Yeah. Not possible now. She can’t even spread her legs,
never mind take all they had scripted.”
“Who’s her understudy?”
“This isn’t Broadway, Star!” Rick tousles my hair as he
cracks up, goading me to smack his impressive biceps. “Sorry, sweetheart. Just
picturing the playbill for Kinkmas. Priceless. Maybe I should suggest it to
Tommy as a souvenir.”
Triple X’s owner has earned a reputation for ruthless
pursuit of profit, though never at the expense of his performers. I settle
against Rick once more, enjoying the warmth he lends me. “He won’t go for it.
Too many of the performers are incognito. No pictures. No proof.”
“You’re right. Still, the Kinkmas pageant is why I came to
you tonight.” He draws a breath deep enough to raise me several inches as I
ride his inflating chest. “Tommy’s looking for someone to step in. Tomorrow
night. Someone who can live up to all the hype he’s set in motion. Someone
breathtaking.”
I can’t help myself. I peer into his glittering blue eyes. I
think I discern respect, tenderness and admiration swirling in them. Maybe I’m
imagining it.
“And you thought of me ?” In a city full of
prostitutes
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