Chapter 3
Most of the fifty dollars Jann had earned was deposited in the joint savings account she kept with Bill. She used the rest to pay a minor but nagging balance on one of her credit cards and on buying a copy of one of the sex tabloids. She hid the issue where Bill wouldn't find it and read it when he was away and time permitted. She studied the personal ads to get an idea of how to place one, but she did not reach a decision on whether or not she would go through with her scheme.
A week after her meeting with Susan, Jann went on another window-shopping spree. Passing a tavern as she strolled through town, she suddenly had a yen for an apricot sour, her favorite drink. She wandered into the bar, ordered her drink and sat at a small table. She noticed an amorous couple seated on stools at the bar and watched as the man casually ran his hand under the hem of his girlfriend's skirt, stroking her thigh. That and her drink gave Jann the urge. She was accustomed to being approached by men all the time and politely declining their propositions, but she vowed that this time would be different.
Dressed in her red silk blouse, tight-fitting designer jeans and high heels, she was a fetching sight, suitable bait for any lecher in the bar. She encouraged several with meaningful glances. One of them, a rather handsome, dark-haired, impeccably tailored gentleman of about forty, made eye contact, then casually walked over to join her. "What does it take to make you smile?" he smoothly asked.
Without batting an eyelash, she replied, "Fifty dollars." He was startled, then smiled. "What else do you do for fifty dollars?"
She returned his smile, glanced at his crotch and then at his eyes. "Anything you want," she offered.
"Fifty's a lot of money."
"I'm worth it."
"Really?"
"Every single penny," she murmured seductively. Then she noticed his erection and wet her lips with her tongue. "I can take care of that," she said.
He squirmed a bit, rubbing his thighs together. "I have a car," he informed her.
So did she, but she didn't want anything to reveal her true identity, not even a license plate. She was feeling bold and daring. "Let's go," she told him.
She requested and received her payment in advance. Then they drove out of town to a nearby park used by campers for its huge, wooded area. "What's your name?" he asked along the way.
"Irma," she claimed. "And you?"
"Well, ah...."
"Just your first name."
"Stu."
That was all the conversation they had for the rest of the ride. He parked the car on a dirt road by a row of picnic benches, reached over and held her in his arms. Their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss.
"What would you like me to do?" Jann whispered in his ear, realizing that her experiment had reached the point of no return. She had procured her first John. She was now a hooker.
"I want you to pretend," he said. "Pretend?"
"Yeah, I want you to pretend we're a couple of teenagers at a drive-in."
"A drive-in?"
"Yeah, and we're going to make out in the back seat and then I'm going to try to undress you and make love to you."
"Try to undress me?"
"You're going to resist. You're not the kind of girl who does it. Get it?"
"Sounds like fun," said Jann sarcastically.
"Only you can't fight me off. I nail you in the end."
"Okay. Just do me a favor."
"What?"
"Don't rip my clothes off."
"But I have to," he insisted. "That's part of the game."
"I'll make a deal with you," she bargained. "You can rip off my bra and panties, but not my blouse."
"Okay, okay."
"And it'll cost another ten dollars."
"What? Another ten dollars?"
"I have to replace the torn lingerie," she cleverly explained.
"But I get to keep them."
"Agreed."
They climbed into the back seat and the charade began. First they put their arms around one another and kissed. His lips brushed her cheek and pressed against her throat, his nostrils inhaling her fragrance, his mouth exhaling a sigh. Her fingers reached the back of his head and seized his hair, curling it as she purred.
"Oh, Irma," he moaned dramatically, feeling her tits.
"Stu, don't," she acted, removing his hand from her breast. "You know it's not right."
"Come on, baby," he whined. "Trust me." The hand started to undo the buttons of her blouse.
She slapped his hand. "Now, stop that! You're being very naughty." With the top three buttons of Jann's blouse open, Stu was able to slip his hand inside and cup her breast over her red lace bra. "Please, honey," he pleaded, undoing the remaining buttons. "You know you want it just as much as I."
"Here? In the middle of a drive-in?"
"No one's watching us."
"No one's watching the movie, either."
His hand sank to her crotch and gave her snatch a squeeze. "Mmm. Feels nice and warm."
"Keep your hands to yourself," she remarked.
"I'd rather keep your hands to myself," he laughed, unzipping his fly and placing her hand on his swollen cock.
"You're disgusting!" she said, taking her hand away.
"Come on, it won't bite. Be nice to it and I may even let you kiss it."
"I wouldn't kiss it if it were the last prick on earth."
"You'll do more than that, bitch," he leered, unbuckling the belt of her jeans. "Don't touch me!"
"Okay, okay. Just take off your blouse. We'll just kiss a little, then we'll stop."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
She slipped out of her blouse and he immediately grabbed her, forcing his lips against hers. She broke away and sputtered, "But you promised!"
"Fuck that shit!" he snarled. "I want a piece of ass and I want it now!"
"Stop it!" she protested, still playing her part. "Take me home this instant!"
"Not until I get myself some pussy," he declared, peeling her jeans down her legs as she thrashed him with her arms. "Either you put out or I take it."
He managed to pin her flat on the back seat, sitting on her legs and restraining her hands. She lay panting, gazing up at him. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, trying to sound as terrified as possible, knowing it would heighten his pleasure.
"First I'm going to suck your tits," he told her, grabbing the bra between her boobs and ripping the garment from her captive flesh, exposing her milky white tits and their hard, brown nipples. "Man-oh-man!" he exclaimed, then began nursing on each breast.
Jann, who had been excited by the mere suggestion of the game, was now helplessly aroused, unable to put up even token resistance. She tossed her head from side to side and moaned.
Stu's lips drifted down to her belly and his lizard-like tongue teased her navel. Then, like a wild animal, he clenched his teeth on the elastic of her scarlet lace panties and savagely tore it from her flesh. Jann shuddered.
He released her, parting her legs so he could kneel between them. He stared at her cunt, as if gazing at a feast. "Now, my little slut," he said, "it's time to eat."
"What?"
"And I have quite a taste for raw beaver."
His face plunged between her thighs and his mouth practically devoured her twat. Her hips twitched as his gifted tongue scoured the outer and inner parts of her snatch. Once he had found her clitoris, he licked and sucked it relentlessly, sending her into convulsions of ecstasy. "Mmm," he'd moan while tasting the juices of her sex. "Better than honey."
When he sensed that the pleasure was becoming too intense for her, Stu kept his mouth on her cunt, but turned his body around to the sixty-nine position. Lowering himself slowly, Stu felt his cock sink smoothly into her waiting mouth. Her warm lips closed around its head, then gobbled most of the shaft. As Stu's tongue continued to torture and tantalize Jann's luscious pussy, he was able to raise and lower his pelvis, driving his cock deep into her throat and out again.
He came quickly, pumping gob after gob of hot semen into her mouth, howling with ecstasy. Jann obligingly gulped down as much of the scum as she could without gagging. Exhausted, Stu sat up, leaving Jan unsatisfied. She noticed, however, that his cock was still hard. "You're not finished, are you?" she asked.
"That'll do," he panted.
"But what about me?"
"You?"
"I didn't come yet."
"Well, that's your problem. I'm the one who paid sixty dollars for it. Who said you have to be satisfied? "
"What's the matter? You don't know how to fuck?"
"Of course I know how to fuck," he replied indignantly.
"Oh, I get it," she said. "You can't come twice."
"What? I can so!"
"Yeah? Prove it."
"You can sit your cunt on this," he ordered, holding his rigid cock with his hand.
She straddled his thighs and inserted his organ into her damp and eager pussy. He was so thick that she had difficulty squeezing him in, but the tight fit was well worth it. She chained her hands behind his neck, leaned back, planted the heels of her feet on the upholstery of the back seat, and lifted herself up and down. As if galloping on a wild stallion, she bobbed and bounced, consuming every inch of his meat as it impaled her again and again.
"Oh! Do that again!" she begged, when his tongue reached out to flick her nipple. Instead he tightened his grip around her waist, drawing her closer, feasting on her tits, sucking them madly. His fingers widened to take both cheeks of her ass in his hands to help her quicken the pace of their fucking. "Ohhh!" she cried. "That's it! That's it! I think I'm coming!"
"I'm right behind you," he grunted.
Jann abruptly paused, threw her head back and wailed. Every muscle in her body stiffened, then trembled as if made of jelly. "Ahhh!" she screamed, brought to a shattering climax.
Moments later, she felt him straining beneath her, then the warm flow of semen dripping from her cunt onto her thighs.
"Ohh," he sighed. "That was great."
Jann freed herself from his shriveling cock and sat beside him. Playfully, she ran her hand across his chest and murmured, " You were great." She was exaggerating, of course. He had been merely adequate in her book.
"You really think so?" asked Stu, feeling remarkable.
"You're what I call a real man," she purred, kissing his cheek.
Susan was right, thought Jann. There is nothing to it. "Will you drop me off in town?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied, gathering her torn bra and panties and stuffing his prized souvenirs in the glove compartment. "After the ride you gave me, I'd drive you anywhere."