Chapter 4
When he came out of the shower, he normally would go to bed and take a nap. Today was no exception. He hastily slipped under the sheets, and stretched out to relax, and luxuriate in the afterglow of a satisfying fucking session.
June stepped into the shower, and enjoyed the hot water flowing down her body. She dried off with a thick Turkish towel, and came back into the living room and sat down.
She enjoyed being naked, and now as she contemplated her next move, she stretched out and tried to put everything in focus. She did have enough money to split right now. And it might be better to do just that. If she waited around until she was all set up with Dale Dorman, things could become sticky. The last thing she wanted to happen was for her current meal-ticket to do anything to thwart her future meal-ticket from helping her.
So, she thought the sensible thing to do would be to pack. She got her things out of the closet, and started to pack her clothes. Finally she took the things out of the dresser drawers in her bedroom. Still, David Leslie was sleeping like a baby. Goes to show what a good, healthy screw can do for a man, she laughed to herself.
When she was ready to go, she phoned for a taxi from her bedroom, and started to write a note of explanation. And then, David walked in.
"Were you going somewhere?" he asked, that certain smile registering on his face.
"Why, yes, I was," she giggled nervously. Then, David Leslie came over and grabbed her by the throat and struggled with her to the floor.
"Goddamnit, stop it," she shrieked, and her hands instantly went to the back of his neck as her fingernails dug into him. "Don't try to stop me. I'm not your sex-slave. Let me go! Let me go, you bastard!"
The terrible pain in his neck made him stop and think about what he was trying to do.
"Get out of here," he screamed at her, "Get out of here, you cheap slut."
"Don't call me names," she snapped back at him, "What do you think you are but a dirty whoremonger."
June Vincent went to the mirror, and when she saw his terrible fingerprints around her neck, she realized what a dangerous threat he posed to her well-being.
"You've got that killer instinct, haven't you, honey?" she snapped. "I guess I've learned my lesson."
"I hope you have," David Leslie smiled, "That'll teach you to skip out on someone who has befriended you the way I have."
"Befriended me?" she laughed, "Hell, you picked me up for one reason, and one reason only. You wanted to sock it to me, and you had your piece of ass and then some."
"It cost me a pretty penny," he said evenly.
"But it was worth every cent of it," she snapped her fingers, "And now, if you'll pardon me, I've got a date with success!"
She saw the cab waiting for her down below, and she decided it was time for her to go. Without saying another word, she walked out of David Leslie's life, as well as his apartment.
"Where to, lady?" the taxi driver asked, and for a moment, she couldn't arrange her thoughts enough to think of where she did want to go.
"Lady, I've got to know where you want to go," he insisted, scratching the side of his face nervously.
"Oh, alright-take me to the Stardust Motel," she said, as the Stardust was the first name that flashed into her mind. All the way to the motel, she thought about her life with David. He really wasn't such a bad sort, but he did expect plenty of her. She strongly resented his domineering way, pretending he was practically married to her. When she arrived at the Stardust, she phoned Dale Dorman.
"Hi," she began speaking without telling him who it was.
"Who is this?" Dale demanded.
"Dale Dorman, this is June Vincent, remember me?"
"Sure, I do, the beautiful blonde with those innocent blue eyes who knows how to make love."
"That's right-I just wanted to let you know I'm free and ready to accept your-your little offer for a model job."
"Great," Dale enthused, "Can you be at the plant office tomorrow morning around nine?"
"I haven't been up at nine in years," she laughed, "But tomorrow, for you, I'll be there."
June was grateful she had left without more trouble out of David. Because she'd accepted a few things from him, he acted like he owned her.
Now, she needed a couple of drinks to relax. She stepped into the nearby bar, and ordered some. There was a man giving her the eye, and she felt like telling him to go to hell. But, realizing she was actually out of work, having left the security David supplied, thought better of it.
"Good evening," he smiled.
"Good evening," she replied in a low voice.
"How would you like to join me for a drink?" he smiled, "I'm celebrating tonight."
"Yes, I'll join you-what are you celebrating?"
"My divorce," he smiled. "Oh, my god," she laughed, "We're both here celebrating the same thing-"
"Are you getting a divorce too?"
"Not exactly," she laughed, "But, I'm splitting up with my steady boyfriend."
"What'll you folks have?" the bartender smiled, delighted these two loners had found each other, and figuring they probably wouldn't leave until they were both loaded.
"I'd like a bourbon and seven," she smiled.
"Make mine scotch," the man told the bartender, "and on the rocks."
"I'm Clint Blake," he said, "and you are?"
"June Vincent," she smiled her best, baby-blue innocent smile up at him.
"June," he said quietly, "It's a terrible thing to be alone in the world-"
"But, you just got your divorce, and we're supposed to be celebrating-"
"That's right," Clint reminded himself, as the bartender served the drinks, and he started drinking.
"I'm happy to be free," June Vincent said unabashedly, "It's terrible to have to be somebody's sex-slave."
"Is that what you were?" the man asked in surprise.
"Almost," June said, disgust tingeing her tone.
After three more drinks, the man smiled, "We could talk a lot more intimately in my place."
"Where is that?" she asked in a quiet whisper.
"I'm staying here at the Stardust," he explained, "you could just come to my room and meet me there-we don't want anyone to get the right idea."
"How true," June said softly, "what room are you in, Clint?"
"Four seventeen-over there-around the far side of the place."
"I'll find it. See you in about twenty minutes, okay?"
"Okay," the man nodded quietly, and the bartender kept his eye on both of them. When the girl had gone, the bartender commented, "I'd like to get my tongue in that!"
"That makes two of us," Clint chuckled, "keep the change." The bartender looked down at the fifteen dollars on the bar, and nodded, "Thank you! Thank you very much, sir."
Twenty minutes later, June Vincent knocked on the door. Clint came to answer it quickly. "Well, you never know who is going to be there when you answer a door," he laughed.
"How are you?"
"Fine, come in-before anyone sees us. I still feel my wife is watching."
"Forget her," June smiled, "You're free."
"Well, almost," the man smiled. "Almost?"
"I filed the papers today-that's what I'm celebrating, you see."
"Now, I do see," June said, realizing he'd gotten her into his room on a ruse. "And, baby, there is something I forgot to mention."
"I know," he nodded, "How nice of you not to wait until you've got me with a roaring hard-on, and then ask."
"I thought it was," June smiled, "I have to eat too-"
"I know that," he smiled, unzipping and pulling out his hard penis for her to examine, "See, I'll feed you prick juice, a protein cocktail."
"Look, Romeo," June said coolly, "You are a nice guy, and all that crap, but I'm a working girl-the fact I do my work in bed doesn't mean it isn't work. I normally charge a hundred bucks for my services, but for you-because you filed your divorce papers today-I'll make it sale price-fifty bucks. How does that grab you?"
"It grabs me by the balls," he chuckled, "But if you'll take care of me real good-I guess I can-but you know my divorce is costing me a mint," he hedged.
"That's your problem, you made that bed, and it cost you something to lie in it. Now, the bed I'm proposing is cheaper-that is, if you're interested. If not, I've got things to do."
"Alright, don't get feisty." Clint went to his pants, and picked up his wallet and took out a couple of twenties, and a ten. "Is that okay? If there are any tips or hidden charges, let me know now-okay beautiful?"
"Right," she smiled.
"How about a hot sixty-nine?" Clint asked excitedly, "I couldn't get my wife Dorothy to do that with me for love or money."
"That's sad," June laughed, "I do it all the time-for money, can the love, that's something for novels and movies." Together, they finished stripping and in moments stood before each other naked, and proud of their bodies.
"How's that for size?" Clint asked, holding out his penis.
"How do you like these knockers?" she asked, eager to catch any compliments she could, even if she had to prime someone to get them.
"You really are beautiful," Clint assured her, as he stepped over to her and started feeling of her breasts.
"Let's start sucking," she smiled, "I'll bet you're dying to get your rocks off sixty-nine style just once if your wife wouldn't let you-"
"Oh, I've managed to have a few sixty-nines with the office girls," he smiled, "They're always eager to experience something different."
"And your dear, sweet wife-did she catch you?"
"Twice," Clint acknowledged sheepishly, "and that is what led to the divorce, dammit."
"Too bad you couldn't make her understand there's nothing dirty about two adults going down on each other, after all the body was meant to enjoy, wasn't it?"
"I thought it was until I tried to fuck Dorothy every way in the book, and she put up such a big fuss-I had to forget it." Now, the two of them, were approaching each other's genitals. Clint grasped her thighs eagerly, and announced, "I'd like to suck you all over, beautiful-would you?"
"Would I suck you all over?" she laughed, "Sure, I will-including your sweet ass-hole if you want me to."
"Oh, I'd like that," Clint enthused, "I haven't had my ass sucked since I was in the Navy and we went to a whorehouse in Panama. The whores there were really fantastic."
"Suck mine too," June insisted, as her tongue whipped out, while her hands parted his buttocks, allowing her a good vantage point for her action. Her hot tongue slid in and out of his anus, and then she played with his testicles, and then gripped his penis, and pulled on it.
"Oh, I like it when you rim and jerk me," he panted, "keep that action going honey."
June knew what men liked, having given sexual excitation to men for years. If there was one lesson she'd learned, and learned well it was to give them the most unusual kinds of satisfaction to satisfy their lusts. And now, as she sucked on Clint's tight, quivering anal area, and as her hand pumped on his penis, she realized very well, how important it was to put zest and enthusiasm into the work.
"Suck me, suck my ass out," he urged her, and then his hands pulled her well-formed ass cheeks apart, and he buried his face in her buttocks, as his tongue whipped out, and he began lashing all around her ass-hole. His fingers went into her vagina, and he worked on her opening there. With the double-action of her tongue sliding up his ass-hole, and her hand pumping up and down his staff.
But, she could see he was just as enthusiastic about sucking her ass out, and working his fingers in her vagina. But it didn't take long for Clint to feel his fingers were becoming sticky with her flowing juices. He pulled out his fingers, and got his tongue going.
"Suck it," she cried, as she felt his tongue reaching inside her hot vagina.
Then, she gobbled his prick. Using all her know-how and sucking technique, she slid up and down his penis.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," he panted, "That's how I wanted her to suck it. Baby, eat my dong! Eat it up. Yes, yes, like that. Ohhhh, ahhhh, suck it, suck that cock."
Clint's cock drove down her throat in uninhibited delight. He was finally getting the kind of sexual stimulation he'd wanted from his wife for so long.
"That's it," he blurted, "Suck my cock. Take it all in, baby-yes, yes, like that."
And then he pressed his mouth back to her vagina. He loved the sensations he was obtaining from her hot mouth sliding up and down.
He turned his attention to what his tongue was doing in her now. Letting his tongue probe inside her, he licked the wet walls of her vagina. Her spine tingled under the thrilling impact of his tongue in her vagina, and his penis throat-fucking her.
Finally, the two of them reached the point of no return at the same moment.
They both sucked on each other, and June Vincent made sure he got his rocks off just the way he wanted to have a woman do him, with spirit, enthusiasm, and above all appreciation. Because she frankly enjoyed engaging in oral-copulation, June Vincent was a success at it. She drained his dick, and slowly slid her mouth off him. He eased his tongue out of her vagina, and they lay there panting, exhausted, but fully satisfied, physically and psychically.
He got up, and said, "Baby doll, it was worth it."
Rising from the bed, June Vincent started dressing, "I'm glad," she smiled, "Now, I must be getting on my way. I've got to get some rest tonight because tomorrow morning I begin my new job."
"Are you going straight?" he smiled.
"Does a hooker ever go completely straight?" she laughed knowingly.
"Never," he grinned good naturedly, "Whatever or whoever it is you're doing-good luck."
When she'd finished dressing, she walked over to him, and said sincerely, "Baby, your wife doesn't know what she's doing to unload you-maybe you should go back and eat her pussy like you ate mine tonight, and I'll guarantee you, she'll put a leash on you."