Authors: Meghan Quinn
I headed back to the lockers and found Lyla waiting for me, dressed in black leather from head to toe.
“Where are you going?”
As I asked, my phone beeped. I pulled it out of my locker and took a look at the text message that came through on my phone.
Rex: We still on for tonight?
“I have a date on a motorcycle with Charlie tonight.”
I turned and eyed Lyla skeptically. “Charlie from Sons of Anarchy?”
She smiled. “Yeah, a viewing party over at Crystal’s place. You want to come?”
Crystal was the closing act at Kitten’s Castle. She had massively fake tits and didn’t mind shoving her bare vagina in any man’s face who offered it up, which made her a great closing act, but frankly, she terrified the shit out of me.
“No, I have plans.” I paused for a second before continuing. “Uh, do you plan on staying at Crystal’s?”
“Why?” I was just about to answer, when Lyla cut me off, “Please tell me he’s not coming over tonight.”
I cringed at the judgmental tone in my friend’s voice.
“Goldie, how many times are you going to let him come over? Does he really pay you enough to ignore the fact that he’s…married?”
Getting tired of the same old judgmental spiel from my friend, I slammed my locker shut and turned toward her. “If me fucking another woman’s husband means I can earn enough money to get out of this hell of a life I’m living, then yes, I am going to fuck him and I am going to fuck him until he wants to give me all his money. I don’t want to live like this anymore. Do you think I like whoring myself out?”
Lyla smiled, “Well, last time I heard you two together, it kind of seemed like you did.”
“Fuck off,” I said, while smiling at her. “Don’t come back, alright? I plan on fucking Rex all over the apartment.”
“Just clean up when you’re done, for Christ sake.”
“I always do. Have fun having a massive orgy with Charlie.”
“Oh, I will.”
I placed a kiss on Lyla’s lips, like always, and walked out the back door. Luckily, we only lived a couple of blocks from Kitten’s Castle. The only downside was, our apartment was on the corner of Bourbon and Toulouse and was as old as a witch’s nipple, so there was no sound proofing, letting the night life filter through the walls very easily.
I walked into my apartment and quickly ran around, lighting candles, stuffing trash and junk in crevices so Rex didn’t see it and grabbing my money envelope to stuff for safe keeping until I could hit up the bank.
Before I put the money behind one of my paintings in my room, I took a look at all the goods. When I started counting, I realized, not only did I get screwed, but I got royally fucked and not in a good way. There was only one hundred and fifty four dollars in my envelope. How was that possible when I easily pulled in close to five hundred dollars on my own?
Seething, I put the money behind my painting and went to my dresser so I could change into something not so tattered. I pulled out a red lace bra and matching panties; he would like that. I wrapped my short silk, black robe around my body, sprayed some perfume in all the right places and fluffed my hair.
I was just considering putting on some more makeup when there was a knock at my door. As I walked through the living room, I made sure all the brightly-colored tapestries–sheets–we hung to cover the cracks in the walls, were hanging straight and not crooked.
When I opened the door, I was socked in the nose with the scent of money…that was the only way to describe the smell of Rex Titan…money. He oozed it…the way his hair was cut to precision, his business suits were cut specifically for his body, and the shine of his dress shoes. The man had a pair of cufflinks for every occasion and believed in a matching tie and pocket square. Besides his clothing, the man was ripped, beyond hot. The fact that I was paid to have sex with him was, by far, the best job I ever had because I wouldn’t be lying if I said I enjoyed his cock buried deep within me.
“Hey, kitten,” Rex said, as he entered my apartment, which he didn’t have a problem slumming in, probably because he was here for one reason and one reason only…sex.
I met Rex one night when he was out with his friends celebrating a bachelor party, shocker. Their group ended up at Kitten’s Castle and I couldn’t help but stare at Rex when I wasn’t serving other people…and he didn’t have a problem staring at me either. That night he gave me a card and asked if I did any paid services. I had never in my life taken cash for sex, but when I was looking into his dark, sinister eyes, I couldn’t help but say yes. I wanted the man and, if I was going to be paid for letting him fuck my brains out, then I was more than happy to oblige.
I’ve always been a sexual creature, from the moment I realized breasts could be used to my advantage, so I was happy to succumb to anything Rex demanded. Apparently, his wife was a bit of a prude, so Rex took care of his sexual imagination with me, which I didn’t mind at all; I actually relished his naughtiness.
The only thing that grated my nerves was when he called me kitten, probably because it reminded me of the hell hole I worked in, but whatever it was, it wasn’t appreciated. But, I wasn’t about to tell him that. He could call me cunt-guzzler for all I cared, as long as he paid me and gave me at least two orgasms while we were together.
“Hey, sexy. I’m glad you came over. I’ve missed you,” I said, while playing with the tie of my robe.
Rex eyed me up and down with those smoldering eyes of his and I almost came on the spot.
“I want you in the bedroom, wearing nothing, on the bed, lying on your stomach with your head at the bottom. You have thirty seconds.”
I squealed like a little girl as I quickly tore my robe off, got out of my lingerie that I didn’t need to change into and did exactly as I was told. My comforter was silky, so the cool touch of the fabric against my naked body was very erotic and put me in the mood.
I heard his footsteps come closer as he worked his way down the hallway toward my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he had gotten rid of his suit jacket, shoes and socks. He was unbuttoning his shirt and removing his cufflinks when he stood in front of me. I was exactly eye level with his burgeoning cock; damn, he was already excited.
“Do you see what you do to me, kitten? The way you listen so properly to me turns me on so much.” I saw his tie drop to the floor as he continued. “Unbuckle my pants, kitten.”
I did as I was told and was rewarded with the sight of his cock, fully erect and practically ready to poke me in the eye.
“No underwear?” I asked, as I licked my lips.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked in a dark tone.
I shook my head no as I saw the last of his clothes drop to the floor.
“You know I don’t like it when you disobey me, kitten.”
I didn’t speak because, frankly, I didn’t know if I was allowed to, so I just lay still as he worked his way around the bed.
The mattress dipped from where he got on. I definitely wasn’t sleeping on a TempurPedic, so I was able to feel every move he made. He spread my legs so my feet hooked onto each side of the bed.
“The only reason I’m not going to punish you right now is because you’re so incredibly wet for me. That makes me think you’ve been anticipating the moment I got here. Is that true?”
I nodded my head to confirm his statement.
“That’s what I like to see.” He rubbed my back and caressed the heart-shaped birthmark that was just above the crack of my ass. It was an odd, but kind of sexy birthmark that was very unique to my body. “I love this birthmark; it turns me on so much.”
He moved his hands down my ass cheeks and then gave them both a good whack, one right after the other. My ass lifted off the mattress from the sting, but then it was followed quickly by pleasure. It was a little disturbing to me that I enjoyed being spanked, but I talked about it with Lyla once and she said she was the same way; she loved a good ass slap.
“So responsive,” he muttered. “I want you to put your hands on the floor.”
Not really knowing where he was going with this, I scooted my body so my upper half hung off the end of the bed and placed both palms on the very old wood floors.
He moved in behind me so I could feel the heat pouring off of him and burning into my skin.
He lifted my pelvis off the bed and held my ass up to his face as I held my body up with my upper half, as if we were playing some kind of sexual wheelbarrow game.
“Say it,” Rex said, as his mouth hovered right in front of my slick folds.
“Show me your teeth,” I practically panted, as I waited for his mouth to descend down on me.
The minute Rex’s mouth hit me, I nearly exploded. I don’t know if it was from the blood rushing to my head or the fact that he was in full domination mode, but I was ready to come right there on the spot.
I moaned as he ran his tongue up and down my pussy, while digging his fingers into my pelvis. The way his tongue made its way leisurely up and down my most sensitive nerves made my thoughts of being a hooker completely leave my brain. He was a master with his tongue, a genius actually, as he applied the perfect pressure in all the right places, making my vision start to turn back. I was rewarded with such amazing mixed emotions that I didn’t think my arms would hold me up any longer.
Just when I was tipping over the edge of getting my first O for the night, Rex pulled away and set me back on the bed. I was just about to complain, when I heard the rustle of a condom package and was pleasantly reassured that I would be getting what I needed, sooner rather than later.
Rex grabbed my hips again, as I assumed my wheelbarrow position and he guided his cock along my slick folds.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned out, as he continued to torture both of us.
“Only for you,” I said, even though I knew I probably shouldn’t talk.
“You better not be lying,” he said, as he entered me fully.
My hips bucked back into his from the fullness of his cock and the position he had me in.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” I begged.
He groaned as he thrust into me with more power than I had ever felt. He must have had a hard day at work because my pussy was getting a beating, but I loved it. Every thrust he made into my body pushed me closer and closer to that moment of ecstasy when everything was right in the world.
“Ahh, I’m going to come,” he announced to the room and I smiled at the strain in his voice. I did that to him. “You better come with me.”
Eeep, focus, I told myself.
He reached around to my front and put pressure on my clit while he continued to thrust into me and that was all I needed. My vision went black as ripples of pleasure shot through my body.
“Fuck…” I sounded off, as my orgasm took over my body.
I heard Rex cry out at the same time, sending him into full-on stiff mode until he completely released every last drop of his pleasure.
We both collapsed and I hung half on the bed and half off. Rex grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me up and turned me around, so we were now facing each other.
A light sheen of sweat was at the corner of his brows from his exertion and his face was completely sedated. He was a pleased man and I was happy that I was the one who was able to give him that.
I took in the contours of his face as we both tried to catch our breath. He was so incredibly handsome, with his five o’clock shadow, dark hair and dark eyes. He was a man you didn’t mess with because he would either take you out himself, or he would destroy you with his money and connections.
“Don’t get too comfortable. I want your ass in a couple of minutes.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I said, while I kissed his jaw and thought about the paycheck I would be receiving at the end of the night. Not a bad way to make some cash.
The morning sun shone through my sheer curtains, giving me no opportunity to sleep in from my long night. Rex had practically ripped me in two with his passion. He was an animal last night. When I asked him if everything was okay, he just nodded and took me again.
I shifted in bed and realized that the lower half of my body was completely numb. I was so damn sore from my legs being spread for a good portion of the night.
Like usual, Rex was gone. He never stayed the whole night. He took what he wanted and left, but that was to be expected, since I was whoring myself out for him. I didn’t expect him to play cuddle time, although, it would have been nice.