Chapter 8
Mary sat on the end of the couch, sipping a beer. Jan and Julie were working and the guys were out drinking somewhere. She had been living here two weeks now and she was getting restless. Not so much to leave, but to get out and do something and make some money. She was tired of being a freeloader, though the others didn't seem to mind. And she was thinking about that guy in the car who accosted her the first day she was here, wanting to pay her for sex. Thirty dollars! For half an hours work. Why not get paid for it?
And she was thinking about that guy in the car who accosted her the first day she was here, wanting to pay her for sex. Thirty dollars! For half an hour of work. Why not get paid for it?
She drained the beer and dropped the can on the floor. She contemplated getting another one, but decided against it. She would just get high and end up lying around the house all day like she usually did. No, this has gone on long enough, she thought firmly. When in Rome, do as the Romans. Fuck it, she resolved, jumping up.
She went into Jan's room to get some clothes. She decided on a see-through flowered blouse and a pair of white mini-shorts. She slipped into them and put on her sandals, then walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door to check her appearance. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all. She combed out her long, blonde hair and smiled. I just might enjoy this, she reflected.
She walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. She went out to the street and stood nonchalantly on the corner. The street wasn't very crowded for this time of day and she was glad of that. She was almost shaking from nervousness, and excitement. She waited on the corner, quite a lovely, mouth-watering sight in the late afternoon sunshine. She was dressed to the minimum and her face and hair looked absolutely gorgeous. It didn't take long for her to be noticed.
A big, green Cadillac pulled to the curb and its horn blared. She turned and walked to the door, making sure that her hips rolled sensuously as she moved. She leaned in slightly.
"Hi," the driver said, grinning nervously. He was about forty-five, fairly handsome, with a full head of dark hair and a well-preserved body. And he wore an expensive, tailored, three-piece suit. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Nothing much."
"Do you want to go for a ride?"
"Maybe...." She was being coy and surprising herself by her emotional control.
"How ... how much?"
"What do you want?" she asked confidently, though she was still nervous and getting weirdly aroused by the obscenity of the situation.
"Well, uh, I don't have much time. I have to get back to the office. How about a blow-job in the car?" He was looking around apprehensively, watching for cops. He had almost gotten arrested a couple of times and was nervous.
"Thirty," she answered. She remembered that Jan had told her that was a lot. She might as well get as much as she could.
"Well, that's a lot of money and ... "He let his voice trail off but his face betrayed the disappointment he felt at the sum she mentioned. She was beautiful though.
"It'll be worth it," Mary said, smiling and licking her lips lewdly. She was starting to get off on it.
That was too much for the old man, watching this beautiful blonde girl licking her lips as if wiping the come up. He knew he could get it for less, but not by anyone as pretty or young. She can't be over sixteen, he decided. And this was taking too much time out in the open to suit him.
"Okay, okay, get in."
Mary did, sitting against the passenger door shaking from nerves and anticipation, and they drove off. The man had obviously done this before because he made a few turns and ended up parking behind a deserted warehouse. There was absolutely no one around and for a second, Mary was frightened but the man was already working on his belt. She stopped him.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. Jan had taught her a few things about the business.
He frowned but took out his wallet and removed thirty dollars out of what appeared to be a huge wad. You can plenty well afford it, she thought as he handed her the bills. She took the money and put it in her pants pocket, then turned to watch him with interest. Business was over.
The man unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. He seemed to have lost the nervousness he displayed when he picked her up. He lifted his hips off the seat and yanked his boxer shorts and pants down to his knees. He leaned back in the seat and spread his legs wide, obscenely exposing his cock to her. It was long and red, resting soft on his thigh.
"Okay, baby, make it good," he said, pushing his hips up a little to get comfortable.
Well, this is it, she thought. She moved over next to him and pushed her long hair behind her ears, her face was flushed. She bent over slowly, breathing heavily. She was a bit uneasy but aroused beyond her own belief by the pure straightforwardness and degradation of the act she was to perform. It wasn't love, or even casual physical sex. It was a quick, paid-for blow-job. She took a last look around, worried about being caught, then bent out of sight.
It was a real, live, pulsating cock twitching before her, that fact couldn't be denied. And though she was being paid by a perfect stranger to suck it, the truth was she loved cocks, and sex. She grasped the hardening flesh in her tender hand and gently stroked it to full erection. It was hot and hard in her hand, coming alive under her ministrations. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them, then slid them over the tip of his cock and slowly down the shaft. He wasn't particularly big and she had no problem swallowing all of his manhood. She just let it reast inside of her mouth, her lips brushing his dark pubic hair.
"Ohhh, babe, that feels so good," he moaned when she enveloped him.
Mary was happy to hear that. It made the sex more real, more personal. There was a live, feeling person on the end of this cock she was swallowing. It wasn't going to be as plastic and unfeeling as she feared. And his cock tasted great, filling her mouth as it was. At least in her own mind, she was no longer a prostitute for the moment, she was just a horny young girl fulfilling her huge sexual appetite. She was just sucking off another nice dick. And loving it.
Mary sucked her cheeks in and out, filling her mouth with saliva and rubbing the smooth, taut flesh of his cock against her skin. She swallowed the heavy saliva with glee, making loud slurping noises. Her hot, lusty breath blew from her nostrils across his hairy thighs and abdomen. She rested a hand on his pubic mound and gripped the base of his stiff bone with her fingers. She slid her other hand down between his legs and clutched his dangling testicles, rubbing them happily in her palm. They were large, in proportion to his cock, and sperm-laden. She rolled them around in small circles and their heat warmed her hand.
The man moved his hands down and grabbed Mary's head roughly.
"Suck it, girlie,'" he demanded as he wrapped his fingers into her hair and began moving her head up and down slowly on his shaft. Her hot mouth felt great and he let out a low groan.
Mary was only too willing to comply. She let his hands do the work, content to merely let his cock slide in and out of her sopping, wide-open mouth.
She kept her luscious lips tight to the taut skin, feeling the friction of her moving head heat both their bodies. Her crotch was becoming wet from her excitement and any misgivings she might have had were long forgotten.
The man forced her head up and down on his prick with increasing speed as the come built in his loins. He was leaning way back and had a front row seat. The pretty girl's cheeks were puffed way out from his manhood and her eyes were closed tightly, her face a picture of lust. She was really getting off on the blow-job and it surprised him. Most hookers didn't enjoy it much. And it excited him all the more to know that she was becoming aroused. He moved her faster and faster and she stayed right with him, sucking like mad, slobbering all over his crotch, fondling his balls like crazy. And she was moaning like a contented kitten. I'll be damned, he thought. Don't worry, baby, I'll fill your mouth with my cum.
Mary was sucking for all she was worth as he moved her head around his cock. It tasted so good and she had lapped up eagerly every drop of pre-come his cock had offered.
"I'm gonna come soon ... I'm gonna come...."
Mary felt his hands move down to her cheeks. He was pressing them in, rubbing the fleshy insides against his cock. She slurped him mightily, moaning, squeezing his balls. She sneaked a finger down and pressed it against his puckered asshole and he almost jumped through the ceiling.
"Ohhh, I'm coming! Suck me! I'm cominggg!"
He thrust her head down viciously until her lips banged into his pelvic bone and his cock jammed into the entrance to her throat, causing her to pg slightly. It almost choked her as it expanded within her. Then, like a great volcano, his cock constricted violently and spurted a great stream of jizz straight into her throat. She barely had to swallow, the fluid instead flowing right into her throat. Again, he spewed his seed and it sloshed against the roof of her mouth and down into her stomach, warming her. He kept her head in a vise grip on him and she struggled to breathe through her nose as his cock jerked again, not as violently, but deposited more of the precious fluid in her mouth. She sucked and drank it down, savoring the tart and sticky taste.
Finally, he released his grip on her head and she moved upward, keeping the throbbing head inside her lips. She let it lay in her wet and creamy mouth as she squeezed his scrotum firmly, running her fingers up along the shaft, forcing out every last drop. His cock shrunk rapidly and slipped out of her mouth with a soft plop, falling on his thigh, red, swollen, tender. A drip of cum leaked out of the piss-hole and she hurried to retrieve it with her sticky tongue. She rested her head on his thigh gratefully and held his used-up member gently in her hands, only an inch from her mouth. Smiling happily, she stuck out her tongue and ran it around and around his penis, cleaning it and drying it. Her eyes were half-closed and her breath was hot and rapid. Ummm, she murmured to herself, jizz tastes so good.
The old man looked down at her pretty face as she lapped up the last of his jism. God, it had been great. This chick really knew what she was doing and she really seemed to love it. Maybe, I should have charged her, he thought, not without a touch of honesty. It was more exciting to have been able to watch her. He let out a low, satisfied sigh and checked his watch. Well, time to get back to work. It had been a pleasant interlude. He shook Mary by the shoulders, she was still absent-mindedly licking and fondling his cock.
"Okay, come on, I've got to get going."
Mary stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, her eyes foggy with lust. He had roused her from her thoughts. She had completely forgotten where they were and what they were really doing, she had gotten completely lost in the sexual excitement of the act.
She rose quickly from his groin and sat back in her side of the seat, melting into the upholstery. She watched him pull up his pants, then looked around. There was no one to be seen. Thank God, she thought. She wiped her hand over her lips, rubbing off the cum that had dribbled out. And she blushed.
The man started the car and drove off. Mary just stared out the window as he manuvered the few blocks to where he had picked her up. He pulled to the curb and waited, but Mary only gazed at the window, afraid to look at him. "Well?" he finally said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she whispered and opened the door. She got out and lingered a moment, looking at the sidewalk. For some reason she felt that there should be more to it. "Thanks. Bye," she said curtly, shutting the door and walking away. He quickly drove off down the block.
Mary went back to the apartment and took another beer out of the refrigerator. She downed half of it in one long guzzle, mixing it with the taste of jizz still prevalent in her mouth. And it tasted just fine.
Mary wandered around the living room alone. She was happy none of the others were home-it gave her a chance to think. The sex had been great, it always was, but words kept popping into her mind, like, prostitute, whore, hooker, tramp. Was it so bad? she wondered. She suddenly remembered the money, she had forgotten about it. She reached into her pocket and took the thirty dollars, just to suck a cock off. She would have probably done it for nothing. Thirty dollars for ten minutes work. That's $180 an hour. Not bad for a young girl. And she loved doing it, loved having sex, and that was the whole point of it. The hell with what Jan said, I just won't let it fuck up my mind.
She finished the beer and threw the can onto the couch. Let the maid get it, she thought, laughing out loud. Pretty soon I'll be able to afford a maid. She walked out into the street again and went right to the corner, a much more confident girl then she was scant half an hour ago. So what's so bad about being a prostitute? The money's good, the hours are your own, you can work right outside your front door, and it's fun work. A car pulled up and beeped at her. It was a nice, new Continental. She walked over to it, moving her hips, her tits bouncing under her blouse enticingly.
"Hi," the driver said. He was younger than the other man but much heavier and not very good-looking.
Oh, well, maybe he's got a nice cock. The clothes and car said he had money. She leaned far into the side window, thrusting her tits out obscenely.
"What'cha lookin' for?" she said, her pretty face smiling brightly. "Cutie," she added with a wink. Her mouth still tasted of the other man's cum and she was going to make a point of kissing this man with that flavor inside her. The thought excited her.
Mary ended up fucking two guys in the back seat of their cars and blowing another guy before she headed home. She patted the $110 in her pocket happily. She had let one of the guys talk her down to twenty dollars because he was so good-looking. She was glad she did, since he ended up exposing a magnificent penis. Actually, she probably would have done it with him for nothing under different circumstances, and she wondered why he had to go to a prostitute. A prostitute! It still seemed funny to her to call herself a prostitute, but it was a fact. It didn't bother her so much any more, not with the money in her pocket.
The house was still empty when she got home and she turned on a few lights as it was getting dark. She disrobed, throwing her clothes onto her mattress, and walked nude into the bathroom by the front door. She filled the tub quickly with hot water, then laid down in it. God, it felt good, stretching out like this. She was surprised at how tired she felt. Well, she had gotten a good workout today. A fucking good workout, she thought amusedly. She rested contentedly, recounting happily her sexual escapades of the afternoon. She dozed off with the warm water comforting her body and a smile on her face.
"Mary!" someone shouted, slamming the front door shut and waking her from her reverie.
"In here," she answered, shaking her head to relieve the drowsiness.
The bathroom door flung open and Phil rushed in, a big smile gracing his handsome face.
"Guess what happened today?" he asked excitedly, bending down to kiss her wetly on the lips, then kneeling at the side of the tub. Neither was the least bit uncomfortable about her nakedness.
"You got married," Mary stated, laughing. "No, seriously."
"I don't know, Phil. What?"
"Bob and I went to see that agent today, the one who talked to us last week after our show."
"And?"
"And he wants to take us out to the coast, L.A., and have us cut an album."
Mary's eyes widened. "For real?"
"Yeah, all expenses paid. He wants us to leave in a couple of days. Isn't that great?"
"God, yes. Oh, Phil, I'm so happy for you." She hugged him tightly, getting his face wet with the bathwater. She really was thrilled for him. And Bob. "Where's Bob?"
"Oh, he and Zack went to tell the girls. They'll come with us." He paused. "And we want you to come, too."
Mary stiffened. This was totally unexpected and she really didn't think it was what she wanted. "I couldn't."
"Why not? We can get the money together."
"It's not the money. I just don't think I should
"Well, let's not worry about it now. We all have a few days to talk it over. I'm going to get a beer to start celebrating. He got up. "Do you want one?"
"Of course," she answered as he walked out the door. There'll be some partying the next few days, she thought. I'll miss you all.