“Th… Thanks.” Jason awkwardly says as his elbows hold him up on the bed. He stares down intently, in total disbelief and amazement that this is happening. He’s a slightly chubby nerd who hasn’t done anything with a girl, let alone the girl he fantasizes the most about.
Emmy lowers her head and takes his cock in her mouth, precum already covering the tip. Jason’s head thrashes around as he feels the sensation. He breathes hard, his legs jerk. “Aahhh…” He groans as his hands grip the soft pink comforter. Emmy bobs up and down, slurping on his throbbing cock. He feels her tongue, her soft wet lips, the warmth of being inside her pretty mouth. He feels her hair gently caress his leg as she goes down all the way. As soon as he hears her moaning softly as she sucks, that’s enough for him. “I’m gonna… I’m…” His mind begins to melt with a sensory overload. The sight of Emmy, the smell of her and her room, realizing what’s happening, it’s too much for him to last. “Aahh!” He groans loudly as he begins to erupt in her mouth. Emmy slows down, pushing his balls up gently with her hand, jacking his cock with her other hand, sucking on the tip with her lips and lapping over it with her tongue. Jason’s legs jerk and he pants, his eyes rolling back as he feels his cock shoot gob after gob of built-up cum into Emmy’s mouth. She takes it all, none of it escapes her mouth. “Aahhh…” Jason exhales quietly, feeling the sensation surge through his body. His face burns up. Emmy continues to slowly suck on his throbbing cock. Jason calms down a bit as the feeling subsides. He gazes down as Emmy continues to suck on his cock, looking up at him submissively. Finally his cock exits her mouth and she kisses the tip.
“Did you like that?” Emmy asks in her bubbly tone, smiling up to him.
“Yeah.” Jason quietly nods, his mouth agape. That was his first blowjob, his first time being brought to orgasm with a girl.
“OK, so… Let’s go.” Emmy stands up, checking the time on her phone. Jason gets up after her and pulls up his underwear and pants. He’s speechless. “That was a one time thing, OK? And you can’t tell anyone.” Emmy looks back at him. He nods. “Um, go down to your car and I’ll be out in a minute.” She orders. Jason leaves, his mind slowly escaping the foggy dream-like state it was in. Emmy goes back to the bathroom to touch herself up again. She smiles, feeling satisfied that she made him cum so quickly and so hard. After taking some mouthwash she touches her pussy over her jeans, not realizing how wet that made her. She makes sure to put on some perfume. Emmy makes sure she’s perfect before putting on her high heel boots and exiting her uncle’s condo.
Jason sits in his car, feeling incredible after what just happened. But he’s also confused and a bit disoriented. “Did that really just happen?” He thinks to himself. Good thing he agreed to give her a ride because he initially hesitated due to not wanting to upset his mother. He sees Emmy approach the car, her purse on her shoulder. He stares at her in disbelief. He can’t believe she just blew him.
“Hey.” Emmy smiles as she gets in.
“W… Where are we going?” Jason asks, his mind in a haze.
“The Marquette Hotel downtown.” Emmy looks to him.
“Oh… Right.” Jason says as he starts up the car.
The ride is mostly quiet, with Emmy making casual small talk as if nothing happened. On the way, Emmy checks her phone and reads her upcoming client’s email again. She’s about to meet her second client. Emmy has mostly been ignoring the many inquiries she’s been receiving, but this one intrigued her enough to take the chance. Plus, he’s paying her very well. She’s nervous, but excited. She wants to do a good job so she makes sure to know and understand everything he requested. As they get closer to the hotel, Emmy nervously stares out the window as the familiar anxiety washes over her. She’s become more comfortable with prostituting herself, but the uncertainty and potential danger of it all makes her feel uneasy.
“Are you OK?” Jason looks over to her as the car stops in front of the hotel, noticing the tip of Emmy’s left index finger between her teeth, her pink lips sparkling in the sunlight. She stares ahead in deep contemplation, then takes a deep breath.
“Yeah.” Emmy smiles, looking at him. She looks at the hotel, then back at Jason. “Thanks for driving me. And thanks for helping me with school. You’re a good friend, Jason.” She smiles at him.
“Oh, uh, th-thanks. You too.” Jason responds awkwardly, wanting to ask her about what they did and what it means but failing to do so.
Emmy leans in, her hand on his shoulder, then pecks him on the cheek. “Bye!” She says in her bubbly tone as she exits.
“See ya.” Jason says back, then watches her leave. It doesn’t cross his mind to wonder why she’s walking into a nice hotel on a Tuesday evening. He drives home and thinks about what happened.
Emmy enters the hotel, her eyes wandering around and noticing how upscale it is. Her heels click on the pristine floors as she approaches the front desk. The clerk looks up as Emmy stands there somewhat awkwardly for a moment. “Hello, how may I help you?” The woman asks.
“Um, I’m here to see Mr. Barbaro in room 203. He said to ask about the guest notice he left at the front desk.” Emmy says timidly, butterflies causing turmoil in her petite tummy. She’s nervous and feels like she doesn’t belong here.
“Mr. Barbaro, let’s see here…” The clerk looks down and rummages through some well-kept notes. “Are you Ms. Hayley Cox?” That’s the alias Emmy gave to him.
“Yes.” Emmy nods.
The clerk looks back down. “OK, it all checks out. The elevator is on your left. Mr. Barbaro is on the seventh floor.” She smiles back up to Emmy.
“Thanks.” Emmy smiles back, then heads for the elevator. She enters the elevator with a middle-aged couple, probably wealthy. Emmy stands there patiently as she takes a subtle deep breath. She can feel the sideways looks from the man, who is no doubt checking her out. Emmy thinks about what people assume about her, what she’s here for. She wonders about how obvious or not obvious it is that she’s a whore. She both loves and hates the shame she feels. She gets off on her floor and begins her long walk down the hall, noticing the paintings and chandelier lighting in the lobby by the elevators. Everything is so clean and expensive looking, definitely not something Emmy is used to. She walks down the quiet hall, thinking about what he expects of her. As her heels click on the marble floor, she thinks about who he is and what he looks like. Aside from what he’s paying her to do, it’s all a mystery. Finally, she arrives at her destination. She stares at the 203 room number as she takes a slow deep breath. Her nervous hand knocks softly.
The door opens. “Hello!” A man smiles as he stands in front of Emmy.
“Hi!” She gleefully responds, smiling back up to him.
“Come in, come in.” The man steps aside for her. Emmy walks in, looking ahead down the short hall of his room. He shuts the door and walks ahead of her. Emmy follows him into the main area. “So, you have any trouble getting here?” The man asks casually.