It was early in the morning, just a few days after Helen’s party, and a day or so after meeting Martha, when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, which meant it wasn’t anyone that I’d talked with before as I always saved numbers and names for when I got another call.
It was Melissa, the “Lingerie and More” Party hostess from Helen’s “hen party.” She asked if I would mind coming over to her place so we could talk. Just hearing her on the phone immediately reminded me of my first impression of her from the day of the party, a gorgeous hottie and, with my cock already rising, I at first assumed she wanted to hire me. When I asked what she had in mind, she said she had a job opportunity but assured me it wasn’t quite what I was thinking. She said she wanted to talk business but said she’d explain when I came over. I didn’t have anything until that evening, so I agreed to meet her. She gave me her address.
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“You were quite good the other day. Not many men can do what you did.” The compliment caught me by surprise. What man wouldn’t dream of being the center of attention at a hen party, having his cock sucked by almost every woman there?
“What’s that?” I asked, unsure about what I’d done that was so memorable.
“Have an erection just about the whole time, letting multiple women play with you and suck you and not cum? Most men don’t last that long.”
“Thank you… I think?” I laughed. It was silent for a moment.
“Listen, Brent,” she said, letting me know she was getting down to the purpose of this call. I talked a bit about you with Helen. I take it you are… providing services… to multiple women around town?”
This was unusual. I had expected that she might be inquiring about my services, but I hadn’t expected her to be asking about, or letting me know that she knew about, other customers. It was something that Mary had recommended that I never do and, so far, I’d always managed to skirt the issue. Nobody else had specifically approached it like this. I was immediately a bit wary, what exactly did she want?
“I have a ‘Tree, Yard, and Other Services’ company…”
“Oh Fuck, Brent. Don’t give me that. You and I both know the “Tree and Yard” is to make it look different, but let’s be honest. My sexy parties are a sideline, they get me in the door for other things. I fuck men for money, you fuck women for money. Right?” I didn’t say anything at her brashness, not really having contemplated that she sold sex as well as sex toys. Her tone softened when she spoke again. “I understand, believe me. I was in college myself, broke and hungry. A friend turned me on to escorting and I found I could make a lot more selling sex than I ever dreamed, and then when I graduated, I was offered “good jobs” that were a large cut in pay from what I was already making. I found that I could make more with my body than with my mind. I’ve got an MBA, but I’ve been an escort, a call girl, whatever you want to call it, for years. You’re doing the same thing, right?”
“Why are you asking?” I cagily asked, neither admitting nor denying anything.
“I think we need to work together.”
She let that sink in for a moment and then continued. “The lingerie and toy business are just the start; like I said, that’s what gets advertised and gets us in the door. But I also have a lot of inquiries for all kinds of “parties” and most are just like the other day — what they really want is a naked body to ogle and play with and most of the time, fuck. The men want a woman, and the women want a man. Sometimes both. When they want both, most of the time what they want is a sex show — they want to see us fuck.”
For the next 20 minutes, she gave me the third degree, all while selling herself and, I later realized, convincing me I should throw my lot in with her. She told me of getting requests to perform for bachelor and bachelorette parties, hen parties, stag parties, retirement parties, birthday parties, divorce parties — more parties than I’d ever thought of, that might include some sexual activity. She told me about how she charged, and how anything I participated in we would share, and that anything she threw my way, she took a small cut, but that she had no desire to cut into my business. We discussed sexual safety, use of condoms, as well as the dangers of some sexual practices.
What she said made a lot of sense.
“So how many women have you made love to?” she asked after we’d gotten away from financial discussions. I interpreted her question originally as to how many women had I had sex with, but then remembered Mary clearly spelling out there was a difference.
“I’ve never made love with a woman,” I stated, “but if you want to know how many I’ve had sex with — that’s a different question.
She nodded. “An important distinction. I’m glad you know it. Besides your first, what about the other women you’ve had sex with? Are any of them older?”
“They’re all older.”
“What was the oldest?”
“I think she’s 62.”
“So, you’ve got no problem with post-menopausal women? You know about lubes?”
I nodded. “Yeah, Mary taught me a lot about everything.” I didn’t even realize I’d said her name.
“What about anal? Have you done that?”
I nodded my head, “Once.” I didn’t mention that it had been just days before.
“You stay in the business, you will — more. Many women really like it. You’d be surprised how many women, especially divorcees, want me to fuck them in the ass with a strap-on, or more likely, they want to do it to me. A lot of times that has something to do with their divorce: she wanted something, and he didn’t, or he wanted something, and she didn’t. What about condoms? Do you use them?”
“All the time, all except Mary. She said that if I ever had sex with someone else without a condom, we’d start using them too, but as long as I used condoms everywhere else, we didn’t have to.” She didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Mary? She’s your first? Is that the 62-year-old?”
“Oh, shit. I wasn’t supposed to say her name. Well, both. She seduced me, bought me, and taught me everything.”
“What about men? Have you ever given a blow job?”
I gulped. “I’m really not into men.”
She nodded, somehow realizing that I’d hidden something in the answer. “But you have sucked a cock?” I shook my head no. She heard what I said but somehow knew that wasn’t the whole story. “A man sucked yours, is that it?” I ended up telling her about my somewhat threesome with Paul and Lindsey without using their names.
“Not unusual. A lot of men appear dominant in public with women that are dominant behind closed doors, and the men like being submissive. If you keep up with them, eventually she’s going to want you to suck his cock. Other women will too; something about seeing another man sucking their man that gives them a thrill. Have you ever tasted your cum?” I nodded. “Good. That’s a start. Most cum tastes similar, but just like a woman you’ll get used to sucking cocks when you’re asked. What about anal? What if they want to fuck your ass?”
“I don’t think so…” I said, shaking my head no, knowing what I really meant was no way in hell.
“Understood, I’ve never been a fan of it myself, but I will upon occasion. There was barely a pause between topics. “Just the one threesome?” I nodded; she shook her head. “You’ll have more, that’s a really big fantasy there. A lot of men like the idea of sharing their lady with a third. I’ve been in… maybe a dozen threesomes? Almost always with a wife or significant other that wants to see their man fuck someone else, or they’re bi and want to share him with a woman. I’ve been the third with two women but never with two men, at least not yet.”
Neither of us said anything for a couple of moments. I don’t know what she was thinking, I was digesting all the questions that she’d asked. I don’t know exactly when I realized that the questions were more like a job interview than an inquiry into my business. “Ok,” she said, obviously finished, “You’ll do. Are you in?”
“What?” I had to reply, having been left behind in her quick shift. “In what?”
“In business,” she said, sticking out her hand. “There are no written contracts in this business; we work with handshakes. Either you’re reliable and trustworthy or you’re not in the business.”
I didn’t immediately raise my hand, thinking about it. “I’m starting college in January.”
“At the U?” I nodded.
“Good. I get a lot of clients near the area. You’ll enjoy that — those co-eds seem to have some of the raunchiest parties, everyone trying to one-up everyone else. Some of the professors, too. I think they get into wild stuff when they’re students and seem to just keep it up. I think it’s something about academia that does it to them.
I nodded my head, no other drawbacks coming to mind. “Ok. I’m in,” I said, sticking my hand out, to her. “When do we start?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Really?”
She nodded her head. “Last chance,” she said, picking up her phone, “once I make this call, we’re committed.” I nodded, she dipped her head in acknowledgement, and pulled up a number. “Hey Stephanie, Melissa… Yeah, I did… just what you asked… Oh yeah, he’s really good… Uh-huh,” she giggled, “uh-huh… No, what I quoted was for two grand for one of us, either me or him… yes, I know, but that’s not what was said… Ok, I tell you what, three grand for the both of us, and he’ll fuck Natalie, either in her room or right there with you guys, you make the call… Yes, that’s the plan, we’ll fuck for at least half an hour while you guys watch and then he’ll entertain Natalie alone… oh of course, as long as Natalie and I don’t wear him out,” she giggled, looking over at me, “but this young man is known for his stamina… yes, either of us. The three grand includes both of us together, we’ll do a show and he’ll fuck Natalie. Normally he gets $500 for two hours, but since we’re already there, if anyone wants to do either of us, then it’s $250 more each time after that…” She looked over at me, asking with her eyes that what she was negotiating was OK. I nodded. “Oh you think so?” she giggled again, “my experience in these is that probably one of your sisters is more than willing to let you, but if you want your first woman experience to be with me, I’ll be more than happy to teach you what I like… Ok, 9 pm, I’ve already got the address. See you tomorrow. We’ll text you when we’re coming up to the door.”
She hung up the phone and looked at me. “So, I think you heard it all. You and I are going to put on a fuck show, at least half an hour, and then you’re going to “seduce” the bride, Natalie. At least she’s going to make it look that way. Natalie’s never been with a stranger, never been with anyone except her boyfriends, and never done it in front of anyone else. I asked the question, when Stephanie first got in contact with me, about what she, and they, were up for. Normally with two of us, it’s two thousand each, but since I sort of had an arrangement, I modified it. We’ll split it, I know I told you two grand including a fuck, so for this one I’ll take a thousand and you get the two thousand.”
I shook my head. “No, that’s not fair. You were going to entertain for two grand, and now that there’s two of us you’re going to take half as much? I’ll split it with you.”
Melissa just looked at me. “Wow, I couldn’t have hoped for any better response. This business is all about us taking care of each other. So, any customers of yours are yours, anything that comes through me, we’ll split. And, speaking of splitting things, I keep it all up front so we both know what’s happening. When I go out alone, I get the two grand and any extras are all mine. If it’s just a lingerie party, I take everything, and when they want a male model, if you go along, we’ll split the booking and I’ll share 25% of the profits. Since there are actual goods to be bought and sold, it’s not all profit, so not as much as what you might think you’d make, but I’ll open those books and let you see what we actually made.
When I set it up so you or any of the others go out alone, $500 goes to me, $1500 goes to you, and the extras are always all yours. You’ve been doing this making money for school?” she asked, changing subjects again at lightning speed, “and instead you’re finding you’ve suddenly got lots of money.” I nodded. “You need to be putting money away long term. Spend it all now and it’s all gone, put even a fraction away, and it will continue to grow.” She looked at me, quiet for a moment, sizing me up.
“OK, bucko,” Melissa said as if she read my mind, “what’s your big fantasy, a hot car?” I looked up and sheepishly nodded. “Ok, look, I did learn a thing or two getting an MBA, and the reality is what you’ve always heard — you can have your cake, or you can eat your cake, but you can’t have and eat your cake. This profession won’t last you forever, and if you really tried to do a gig every day, you’d kill yourself in a year. But still, there’s a lot of money that you don’t want to be blowing up your nose. Is coke your drug of choice?”
“Cocaine?” I said, aghast, shaking my head no. “I don’t do drugs.”
“None? But you smoke weed, right?”
“No.”
“Alcohol?” I shook my head no. “What do you do?”
I thought about it for a moment and said, “Sex?” She laughed.
“Isn’t that the truth. Ok, so you’re not blowing it up your nose, you’re not drinking it, so you’re going to be having all kinds of money. First, I’m going to suggest you live frugally, pretend you really haven’t got a lot, even if it seems you do. If you haven’t got a good excuse for having lots of money, it will draw attention. Give it at least two years before you start spending more money. Put it away now and you’ll be able to retire by the time you’re 30. Put it up your nose or into hot cars and one day soon you will be broke. I’m going to suggest that you put at least 25% of everything into long term investments. I’ve got a broker who knows how to handle it and can work with cash and is doing a fantastic job for me. If you’ve got an investment advisor, you don’t need me to introduce you but, if not, I will.” I nodded.
“Second, you’ve got a business, so you’re keeping books for your… tree trimming, is it?” I just nodded. “Good. Gotta keep the government happy. Lots of money going into an account and they’re not getting their share and the IRS comes knocking. Nobody cares that you’re really selling your dick to horny women as long as the IRS is getting a cut. Have you got a CPA? They’ll know what you can or can’t use as a business expense, and you’ll want to keep your nose clean. If not, I can give a recommendation. Do you have a car?” she asked, again switching gears at lightning speed. I shook my head no. “Fuck! How are you getting around?”
“Close to home I ride a bike, I’ve been doing that since junior high school. If I’m going where busses go, I take public transit, and if it’s the weekend or evenings I can borrow my mom’s car. And besides, riding a bike gives me a workout.”
“Oh my God, you are such a baby. I guess that explains the hard body, eh?” She laughed, “A hard body with a magnificent cock, if I do say so myself. And what would your mother say if she knew you were taking her car to go fuck her friends?” She giggled. “OK, so you’re going to need a car, soon, if you go to the U. Stay away from the chick magnets, they don’t really work, anyway. Girls see a guy in a flashy car, and they think he’s probably some dick who’s making up with money for what he doesn’t have in his pants. BMW’s and fire engine red are for pimps. You want something newer so it’s not breaking down, and when we go to our appointments it’s important that we’re there on time. But nothing brand new and nothing too flashy; no jacked up four-wheel-drive truck as those things will stick out and draw attention. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself; the whole point is to blend in. When you leave… a client… you want them with a smile on their ace and other people to not remember you or what you drove up in. Just something somewhat modest. Have you got enough saved to do that?” I nodded.
“OK, so tomorrow night,” she said, changing gears again, “do you think you can fuck me for show?”
“For show?” I repeated, “not for real? How do we do that?”
“Oh, it’s real enough, you’ll get to fuck me, but we need to make sure you don’t blow your wad in just two pumps. The girls will want to see your cock go in me and we need to keep it up without you losing it. Do you think you can play for half an hour? How fast do you normally cum?”
“Uh… the first time?”
“Yeah the first time. The second time will probably be Natalie. Stephanie is her maid of honor and is setting this all up, and said she would. But I haven’t actually heard it from Natalie’s mouth that she really wants one last fuck before she gets married on Saturday, so that could all fall apart. Reading between the lines, Stephanie is ready to have you take her to bed, too, or perhaps she wants to take me to bed, I don’t think she’s really decided that yet. So… how fast do you normally cum the first time?”
“I, uh, really don’t know… how fast is fast? I guess if she’s sucked me and I’m really turned on, pretty fast, but I can usually hold out until my client cums.”
“But not always?” she asked, questioning my “usually” answer. I nodded in confirmation. “OK, good, so you have some self-control. Think about it, and decide whether you need to jack off and take the edge off before we get there. If we’re there and you’re too excited, we’ll find a way to get you off before we perform. What about a second time? How long can you last then?”
“Almost indefinitely. After the first time, I can hold off and almost cum on command,” I explained that I’d found that out almost from the start with Mary. After I’d come the first time I could get hard, and as long as I kept away from the perfect stimulation on my cock I could fuck her to multiple orgasms before I came a second time. But, if I shifted just a little, got the stimulation just right, I could come again almost on command.
“What about a third time? Can you get hard again after that second time?”
I scrinched my face a bit. “Not very rapidly. Sometimes takes a half hour or forty-five minutes. Even though I can eventually get hard a third time, it’s hard for me to cum, I’m just too numb. I can, but it takes a long time.”
“Good, that’s perfect, particularly if other girls want a fuck. If you can get them off without cumming yourself, then when multiple girls want one, you can do it.”
“The way we are going to do this is to make sure when you’re getting close, you quit the stimulation. If you’re on top, you’ll need to just stop and pull out, and you need to do it soon enough that you don’t ejaculate at all. If you just stop, I’ll know that’s the case, and I’ll take charge. Roll us over, a little fondling without jacking you off, letting you come back from the brink, and then I can climb on. I can rock back and forth with your cock in me, make it look like I’m doing more than I am, but let you continue to settle down a bit more. When you’re more under control, then you can take over again. A good way to do that is to push me off and then I can get on my hands and knees and you can take me from behind, doggie style. That’s a good one to really pull back and then push back in slowly. We’ll position ourselves so that we’re in profile so the girls can really see your cock sliding in and out. We’ll play that by ear, see how much time we’ve taken. We may then need to do another position. If we go back to you on your back, I can climb on reverse cowgirl. They can see me finger myself while we’re fucking so I can cum, and this time you can cum too. Whether they know it or not, invariably seeing that you came is important, confirming that it wasn’t all just an act.”
“But I’ll have a condom on…”
“Of course, but as long as you’re not in me at the time, I’ll take it off and you can come on my face or tits so they can see and I’ll clean you up with my mouth. After that we’ll kiss again and pretend we are really in love with each other…”
“Kiss? Again?”
“Right. Kiss. Like we’re lovers, making love, not just having sex. They want to see a couple making love, so we make it as real as possible. We start with kissing and fondling as we strip each other, but you do not kiss Natalie. You’re not making love to her; you’re having sex with her. It’s all about the fantasy, seeing lovers making love.”
“But I kiss you?” I said, my mind latching onto the thought. Although I’d once kissed Barbara Jenkins in the closet while in junior high school, I’d yet to actually kiss a woman.
“Yes,” she responded, a bit of “I already said that” in her voice, and then she stopped. Looking at me, she apparently realized what it was. “You’ve never kissed anyone, have you.”
I looked sheepish for a moment, said “Just…” and then shook my head no. “Once in the closet in Junior High as a dare, but we just touched lips…”
“Really? You’re fucking women but you’ve never kissed a girl?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I was a dweeb in high school.”
“I should say so!” She cocked her head looking at me. “None of your customers?”
I shook my head no. “Mary started that with me. She said that lovers kissed, we were just fucking, and I should never kiss a customer.”
“She’s got a point there, at least with women.”
“What about you, do you kiss your customers?”
“Most men want to start with a kiss. I guess it really doesn’t make too much difference to me. I’m probably going to have their cock in my mouth, probably swallowing their jizz, so letting them play with my tongue isn’t too much different. Well, I guess we need to practice this, don’t we? You’ve never made love, you’ve never even kissed a girl, and tomorrow you’re going to pretend to be an experienced lover? Even the sex part will be different. You realize that?” I nodded.
Standing, she walked over to where I was seated and reached out her hand. I took her hand and stood, but she didn’t release my hand. “Close your eyes.” I did.
“Keep your eyes closed,” she said, “you want to feel the kiss.” I sensed her face moving to me, soft breath from her nose against my face, and then her lips were touching mine. They were soft and warm, both of our mouths closed to begin with; her lips gradually opened, as did mine. I followed her lead; as her lips opened and her tongue teased mine, I did the same with her. I wasn’t at first aroused at all, but as the kiss deepened, and her tongue first slithered against my lips and then slipped between and into my mouth, I felt my cock rapidly hardening. I’d kissed my mom, and my dad too for that matter, but never anything like this. I had no idea that a kiss alone could be so arousing. I don’t think I even realize it when my hand began sliding up her side to find her breast.
“Not yet,” she said, her arm coming up to direct my hand away when I raised it to fondle her, “keep kissing. The sex will come; just right now feel and get aroused from our mouths.” Moments later her lips pulled away from mine; my eyes came open as she pulled my hand and led me across the room to the couch along the wall.
“We’re going to have a room half full of drunk and horny women wishing that a good-looking guy like you was taking care of them, so it’s up to us to put on a show. First thing, unless I ask for help, let me undress you, and you’ll undress me, with lots of visible fondling. We’ve just eased up to the couch, so now’s the time to feel me up. Hands on my breasts, on my bottom, and then ease into taking my shirt off.”
Once more she pulled me into an embrace, my hands easily finding her bottom as she’d instructed, sliding up her sides to her breasts. This time she didn’t fend me off, her hands doing virtually the same to me as I was to her. Stroking my chest, grabbing my butt, and then she slipped a hand around to my crotch and rubbed my erection.
Her instructions done; our mouths met again. She didn’t need to give any directions this time. I managed to pull her shirt free, easily lifting it up, her arms rising to allow me to pull it over her head. Her bra was silky and see-through, her areolas and nipples readily visible. With her shirt gone, this time as my hands slid up to her breasts, she didn’t stop me. I felt her nipples harden as I squeezed her breasts, but as I started to slide my hand behind her to unhook her bra, she gave additional instructions. “No, don’t unhook me yet. Slide the cups down, they’ll support my boobs and it’s a lot sexier than just taking my bra off. Work your kisses down my chest and, once you’re sucking my nipples, then reach behind and unhook my bra.”
I did as she instructed, gradually moving my mouth to her nipples, and as my lower body moved away, her hands were working on my belt and then zipper. I heard her inhale just a bit, a tone of pleasure. “God, I love sex. Don’t you?” Somehow, I knew this was real, not part of the exhibition.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, her nipple filling my mouth, “mmm-hmmm.”
“OK,” she whispered, “keep sucking but unhook my bra now.” One hand was on the back of my head, holding my mouth to her breast. My hands were already sliding up her back reaching for the clasp. I easily found it, slipping it loose, with the bra falling forward away from her breasts in front. “Keep in mind, they’re in the room, to your left, my right. Move your mouth to my left nipple after you get my bra off so they can see you play with my other nipple; don’t get directly between me and our audience.”
My belt was open and zipper already down, and just then her hand slipped the button, her hands pushing down on my pants until they slipped over my thighs and fell. “Oh damn, what are you wearing underwear for?” she sputtered, slightly exasperated. “No underwear tomorrow… Oh wait!” she said, pulling away from our caresses and stepping over to a closet. Opening the door, she checked on one shelf, moved down a bit and pulled out a package. She tore it open as she turned back, pulled out some material and held it out to me. “Here, try this on.”
I took it from her, and realized it was essentially an open mesh jock strap. “Go ahead, put it on,” she urged, and I did. A moment later I pulled it up, rearranging my erection so it was nearly slipping out the top. It didn’t pull tight from the waist though, so my erection still pointed up, totally visible through the mesh. “Oh My God, that’s going to be a best seller with you modeling it,” she said, her hand sliding onto the mesh and my cock, before she changed her mind and shook her head no. “No, not tomorrow though. We’ll use that the next time we have a modeling session. Take it off. Just go commando tomorrow – no underwear, just your pants.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I questioned, as she took the mesh jock back from me, not understanding her logic.
“Wrong party. We’re not selling lingerie this time, we’re performing sex, and we don’t need that. Put your pants back on,” she said, as she picked up her bra and put it back on. “Ok, one more time, kiss me, move down my chest as you pop my tits out. Remember; suck the nipple away from the audience, and then when I’m topless, keep sucking my tits as you work my pants loose. Once my pants are away, don’t just take my thong off, push your hand inside and finger me where they can see that you’re fingering me. When I give a little shudder, then slip my thong off and finger me again so they can see. You have to act that you’re seducing me, even if it is just an act.”
I didn’t think she really need to be telling me what to do, but I didn’t mind her instructions at all, but was more than happy to “practice” putting on a sex show once again. Instead I found her additional instructions and advice helpful. “Slowly, not too fast; remember we’re in a seduction here,” she reminded me as once her pants had fallen to the ground and I immediately reached for her thong. “Slide your hand, don’t grab. Move from my tit to my side; feel my bottom and then slip it inside my thong and finger me before you take my thong off.”
Kicking myself for being so eager, I did as she suggested, shifting my hand to her hip, moved my mouth to her breast on the room side where it would be more visible, before sliding my hand back to grab her bare bottom. “Oh yeah, that’s good… stroke me, and always remember the audience.” I slipped my hand on the audience side around to her hip, and then to her front, cupping her sex through her thong. “You’re going to have girls creaming their panties wishing you were doing this to them,” she said. I pushed against her pussy with my middle finger, feeling the soft and hot center of her panties. I lifted my hand, my fingers finding the top and began to slip down between her belly and the cloth as my mouth relinquished her near nipple, moving my lips and tongue to the far one.
I found her pussy completely hairless, smooth, without any stubble as my fingers slipped inside her thong. I found the hard button of her clit, and slipped down between her labia, feeling the heat of her pussy, and finally finding her vagina. “Wow, you’re so smooth,” I commented, “and wet.”
“Hmm,” she almost giggled, “Yeah, that’s the way it works. You guys get hard when you’re turned on, and us girls get wet when we’re turned on.”
“You’re turned on?” I asked, somehow realizing she must be, but also realizing she’d been directing a show.
“Oh fuck yeah! I don’t often get to fuck really hard bodies like yours. A sexy man always turns me on, and it’s a lot more fun when I don’t need to fake it.” Her hand was gripping my cock, squeezing but only very slowly stroking me. “OK, that’s long enough. Oh… that feels good, but we’ll lose our audience if we take it too long. Push my panty off, and make sure they get to see you finger me before I suck you.”
I hooked the corner of her thong, but when it didn’t readily move, I brought my other hand into play and, two handed her thong easily slipped down her hips. She stepped out of it, and we were now both totally nude. I did as she said, sliding my hand back between her legs, my middle finger slipping into her vagina. Almost as soon as I did, she pulled back slightly, her mouth now moving down the center of my body as she gradually dropped to her knees, her lips closing over the tip of my cock momentarily before pulling back. “How are you doing?” she asked, “are you close to coming?”
“No, I’m OK.”
“Good. Just remember, you come once for me, and then the next time will be when you fuck the bride.” I groaned as she again took my cock in her mouth. I reached over with my left hand to touch her head, which caused her to pull off. “No, remember it’s a show. Put your hands on your butt, it’s keeps them out of the way, and you’ll lean back a bit and naturally be showing off this baby to the girls,” she said with her hand gripping my cock. As soon as my hands rested on my butt, I could see exactly what she meant, as now my cock was more away from my body, and would be quite visible to a room full of horny girls.
My mind was immediately lost on Melissa’s exquisite torture of my cock, practically forgetting that this was supposed to be a show. It was obvious she well knew her way around sucking cock, taking me deep in her mouth, taking just the head in her mouth, holding me upright and running her tongue up the shaft. Although she was loving on my cock, I could tell she wasn’t yet trying to make me cum. “Ummm,” I moaned, my hand coming over to brush her hair back behind her ear.
“How strong are you?” She asked, momentarily stopping her licking of my shaft, before sucking the head back in while waiting for my answer.
“I uh… don’t know? What do you mean?” I answered, not really knowing what she wanted.
“Could you pick me up? Hold me off the floor?”
“Yeah, I guess. Why?”
She rose, relinquishing the grip of her hand and pulling my cock from her mouth. “Do it. Pick me up.” I did, pulling her into a bear hug and picking her up off the floor. It wasn’t even hard to hold her that way in a bear hug. “Ok, enough.” I set her back down, and she reached for my hand. “Left hand here, and right hand here,” she said, moving my hands where she wanted. “This time when you lift, your hands are going to naturally flip me over. Same as before; hold me like you were, don’t let me drop, but stop when I’m upside down. If I start slipping just ease me down, don’t try and hold me, and I’ll put my hands on the ground to catch myself. OK?”
“Uh… OK?” I said, my brain only slowly catching up with what she wanted to do. When she said to do it, I lifted, and with the positioning, we easily flipped her upside down. Her hands reached and grabbed my hips to hold herself in place, her legs bending back over my shoulders, her pussy coming to a stop directly in front of my face.
My mind was still a little behind her but as her mouth slipped over my erection, I finally realized she’d moved us into a standing 69 position. I didn’t have to be told what to do; I just moved my mouth to her pussy and began lapping between her clit and labia with my tongue.
“Turn a bit sideways,” she said, pulling away from my cock momentarily, “Be sure to let them see you licking my pussy.” She again took me into her mouth, and this time, sucking on the head, bobbing up and down, tongue slipping around and around, she was no longer performing and keeping me from coming but trying to make me cum.
In turn, I gave her my all. No longer just playing and trying to keep her from cumming, I slipped my tongue between her lips, into her vagina and back down again, finding and circling her clit. I bent my lips to her pussy, sucking her labia and then wrapping around her clit, putting suction on her nub while running my tongue back and forth across it. I thought I was doing pretty well, but when she pulled my cock out of her mouth and whispered, “Oh yeah, right there… right… right… there! “Oh FUCK… Oh FUCK… Oh FUCK…” with her fingers biting into my hips and her body shuddering in orgasm, I knew I’d done quite well. Her body quivering in my arms, her mouth again went down to my cock, where she still had enough control to return the pleasure to me, driving me closer and closer to the end, until I erupted in her mouth, my legs quaking and nearly collapsing. One hand came off my hip, grabbed my cock and milked me into her mouth, while her body still quivered despite that I’d lost concentration on pleasuring her. She took my release totally in her mouth, never unwrapping her lips from around me until I’d quit throbbing. Taking her hand and mouth away she spit my release onto the floor and said, “Ok, turn me over again.”
I moved my hands, and soon had her standing in front of me again. “Mmmm, that was nice,” she said, looking up to my face and reaching up, caressed my cheek. Turning she stepped to her desk and retrieved a couple of tissues before stepping back to clean the mess on the floor. “That’s the demonstration,” one hand reaching down and gripping my still partially erect cock. “Now how fast will you be able to get hard enough to fuck the bride?”
I shook my head, perplexed at the question, as I didn’t really know. “Ok, we’ll find out, but you will be able to get hard again, right?”
“Yeah,” I responded. “If you keep playing, I really won’t get totally soft.”
“Ok. Then from here, you really need to let the girls play with you, let them get you hard again. But before you do that, the most important thing is to make sure you palm a condom. If it gets to where you’re fucking one of them and another wants to also, then you can get another if you’re up to it, but as soon as we’re done with the 69 exhibition, you want to have one in your hand. Tear the foil off so when it comes time that is done already, but keep it hidden in your hand.” She nodded to the couch where my pants were, and not knowing what to do, I reached for my pants and pretended to get a condom out of my pocket, putting the pants back down. “You didn’t bring a condom?”
“I wasn’t expecting to need one.”
“Some fucking Boy Scout you were!” she laughed. Turning she walked to the desk and opened a drawer, returning moments later with two condoms. I looked at them and she said, “Open one and put the other in your pants pocket.”
“Now, what I’ve experienced is that the bridesmaids want fun too. They’ll really want to fondle you, and the ones that seem to be the most bashful at first are the ones who will suck you first. Move around, let them touch you and stroke you and even suck you. You really do have a great ass, you know? Many will start by stroking your butt, but eventually somebody will take you in their mouth. Don’t let them totally suck you off; you keep that for the bride. If you’re getting close, make sure you pull away and don’t let them suck anymore until you’re off the edge. Wait for the girls to push you towards the bride, especially the head bridesmaid, as she’s running the show. She’s the one that’s made all the arrangements, and she’ll know the bride’s intentions. The bride may want you to take her into the bedroom and not want to do it in front of the other girls, or she may be all over having an audience of her friends for her last single fuck — you’ll have to play it by ear. But, no matter what you think is happening, you need to get her permission before you fuck her. Ask her specifically, whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you?” and if she doesn’t say yes, then don’t. No matter how much she spreads her legs, pulls you forward, if she says no, if she doesn’t say yes, then that’s rape. When she’s all hot to trot, if she hasn’t said it yet, just tell her “If you want my cock, you have to say yes,” or “If you want to fuck, you have to ask for it.” Got it?” I nodded.
“Ok, I’ll be right back,” Melissa said, and stood, walked over to the adjoining door, pulled it open and went into the adjoining room. I saw just enough to recognize a toilet and dressing room before the door slipped shut behind her.
I stood there, self-consciously naked with a somewhat swollen penis front and center. I looked around the room, wondering how many others had been subjected to such a job interview, when the door came open again. Melissa stepped out, now wearing a body conforming, all black, satiny tank top with “BRIDE” emblazoned across her chest in gold glitter. Her nipples were erect and readily showed through the top. She had “Come Fuck Me” heels on her feet; her bare legs ending in a very short denim mini skirt which formed to her body equally as well as the shirt.
“So, now I’m the bride,” Melissa said, stepping over and pulling up a chair to face me. “These are my bridesmaids,” she said, waiving to the empty space around her. “You’re going to start with them, waving your cock in their faces, letting them fondle you, stroke your bottom, and hopefully getting you erect again. Offer your cock to be sucked, just don’t let them finish you off. And then, when you get to the bride, you’re going to publicly seduce her. That’s what it’s all about, advertising that she’s about to get sex whenever she wants, but only from one man. This is her last fling. She’s not said “I do” yet, and this is her last chance to get fucked by someone else before she says she won’t. A lot of them don’t think of it quite that way, but really that’s what a bachelorette party is all about. Ok, so we don’t really have any bridesmaids,” she said, waving her hand around her again, but now that you’ve enticed them, you’re moving into enticing me. So, what can you say about me?”
I was startled. What could I say about her? If she was truly the bride to be, she was halfway naked already. Her nipples caught my eye every time I ran my eyes across them. Her denim skirt was skimpy enough that I’d caught a glimpse of a white panty, but her feet and legs were otherwise bare. “What do you see?” she asked again, “what comes to mind?”
“I, um… well, you don’t have a bra on…”
“Yeah, what else?”
“You’ve got a short skirt on, white panties, and CFM’s and, uhm… otherwise, nothing?”
“Good. How do you know I have white panties on?”
“I saw them when you sat down.”
“You mean you saw them when I flashed you with them.
“Huh?” I said, not realizing that she’d done that.
She giggled, “You really are a novice, aren’t you?”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“Here, go stand over there, and watch,” she said, moving me back towards the couch where I’d been before. She walked over to the door, and turned around, pretending to walk back into the room. With legs held together and turning just slightly sideways, she sat in the same chair. “Well? Did you see my panties?” I shook my head no, and she stood up again, went to the door and replicated her motions. This time she let her legs spread slightly, slipped into the chair with her skirt and legs facing me, and this time I clearly saw white panties.
“You saw my panties because I flashed you with them. I wanted you to see them. So… am I open for business? Do I want to fuck, or am I being pushed into something by my party girls?”
“You’re not doing anything you don’t want to.”
“Damn straight. I’m showing you my nipples, meaning I want your mouth and hands on them. I flashed you my panties, meaning I want you to take them off me. I want you to seduce me, otherwise I wouldn’t have had any panties one — I’d be ready to go for it. Pay attention to everything and you’ll know what I want. Yes, I want to fuck, and, I want you to bring that swinging dick that was brought here to entertain me, to do it. Now bring that hot rod of yours over her and seduce me with it.”
I didn’t have any qualms about Melissa. She’d sucked me off just a few minutes before, and the way she’d moved right into playing the bride helped me forget that this was just a show. She did a good job of playing bashful, still interspersed with directions. “Wipe your cock across my cheeks and lips. You know she wants to suck it, but she needs to act bashful to keep up the pretenses. Give her the opportunity to do what she wants to do.”
I pressed my cock against her face, stroking up her cheek, back down to her lips, up across her other cheek, and this time when I found her lips, they were slightly open. Her tongue slithered out and caressed the underside of my once again rapidly stiffening erection.
“The other girls are going to be cheering her on when she takes you in her mouth,” she said, before doing exactly that. I hadn’t known before how long it would take for me to get hard enough to fuck, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was rapidly headed there. “Don’t forget my tits, I didn’t wear a bra, so you know I want your hands on me. If I’m wearing a low-cut top showing lots of boob, it means I want your hands on me too.” I didn’t immediately just reach for her but rubbed my cock head against her ever wider opened lips and tongue. I reached down, gripped her breasts, my fingers pinching and tweaking her nipples. “Nice,” she cooed.
“Eventually you’ll want to take her top off, – she wants it off – but not immediately. Her outer clothes are her protection, but don’t forget she showed you her panties…”
She didn’t have to instruct me any further. Leaning down, I found her tit and sucked a nipple into my mouth, along with the satiny material of the shirt. Slowly dropping to my knees, spreading her legs, I leaned across to her other nipple, nibbling just a little, my saliva leaving dark spots on her shirt in two places. Slipping my hands onto both legs, I easily moved them up under her skirt.
I caressed the top of her legs, slipped back down towards her knees and then up between her legs. With my arms crossed, her legs spread wider to the pressure of my hands. I pushed until my fingers found her panty, running my fingers along the inseam of the leg, barely lifting the cloth away from her body before moving back to her thighs. I slipped my hands onto her hips, finding that the cloth had seemingly evaporated; her bottom was bare, and the panty was just a thong. Slipping up along her bare hips and bottom until I found the string, I gripped two handed and eased it down. She didn’t need to raise her bottom, it slipped down easily, and she raised her legs to let me slip it off. I hadn’t yet really looked at the panty, but now looked down and saw some writing above and below a pink heart in the center. “Eat me now or lose me forever,” it said.
“Make sure you look at me, look at the bride,” Melissa whispered as I began kissing the inside of her legs. “Remember she wants to be seduced; she wants to have sex with someone she normally wouldn’t, and her girlfriends are right there, cheering her on.”
My fingers led the way to her pussy as I kissed the inside of her thighs, trying to keep my eyes on her eyes as much as possible. The skirt had a side zip, and with the skirt impeding my mouth from getting to her I pulled away long enough to slide the zipper down. Melissa held the skirt up after I got the zipper down, not allowing me to pull it away, but I quickly realized it was a feigned “Oh no, I can’t do that,” and then she eased her grip and with a quick jerk I pulled the skirt off leaving her naked from the waist down. Melissa’s hand came down and covered her pussy, momentarily hiding it from my eyes. I looked up to her eyes once more, realized what she was doing, that she was pretending to be bashful, and gently pulled her hand sideways.
I learned early on with Mary that, even though she wanted my tongue on her clit, easing my way in rather than just diving for the end zone got a much better response. I’d continued that approach for everyone I’d serviced, always with appreciative responses later, and did the same here. I used my fingers and tongue, used all my learned skills, trying to give the bride, right now played by Melissa, the ultimate tongue job.
She may have been teaching me what to do for the next day’s party, but that didn’t mean Melissa wasn’t hot and aroused herself right now. I was constantly trying to look up to her face, not unexpectedly finding when I did that her hands had moved to where she was rolling and pinching her own nipples while my tongue was pleasuring her. Small shivers racked her body, becoming stronger and more frequent as I continued. There was no doubt when she came, her body convulsing and twitching in orgasm, and by that time I was once again fully erect.
Rising from my knees as her body quivered in orgasm, I was going to slip forward and fuck her, but Melissa still had enough self-control to say with a sharp tone, “No, don’t make that mistake!”
I stopped my forward motion, momentarily startled. “She wants to fuck you, but you need your condom on, and she hasn’t said ‘yes’; you haven’t asked. The best thing is to let her make the move. Come up here, offer her your cock, let her suck you again, and then offer her the condom. She’ll almost always want to suck you, to return the favor after you’ve gone down on her, and while she’s doing that, just hold the condom out for her. She’ll probably take it and roll it onto your cock. Then you ask, even though she just put the raincoat on, somehow you must make sure she says “Yes, I want to fuck.” Then don’t be surprised if she pushes you down to the ground so she can be on top. A lot of women prefer on top.
“You’re going to be good,” Melissa cooed, taking my cock in her hand as I stood and straddled her, and she pulled my erection toward her mouth. “Look how hard you are again already!” Taking the head of my cock in her mouth she rolled it around just momentarily, and when I reached toward her and opened my hand to offer the condom, she shook her head no. “She was playing with her nipples,” she said, pulling off and just holding my cock in front of her mouth, “you need to take her shirt off. Read what she’s doing and give her what she wants.” I chastised myself inwardly; while between Melissa’s legs I’d planned on doing exactly that, but the thought of finally fucking took over and I forgot. Now reaching down I found the bottom of the black tank top and slithered it up her body. As soon as her breasts were exposed, Melissa took it and pulled it over her head, ending up, once again, totally nude in front of me.
I straightened up, my cock once again pointing to her face, but this time Melissa reached for my hand, took the condom from me, and expertly rolled it onto my cock. From what she’d said, I expected some indication of what she wanted next, probably pushing me backward or maybe rising and taking my hand to move to the couch, but instead she just stopped and did nothing. Figuring it was up to me, I began to lower myself so I could align my cock with her pussy, but her legs pulled together, keeping me away.
“No, remember you’re seducing me. Reach down and finger me until I open my thighs, and when I do, we’re ready all except you absolutely must have that ‘yes’ from her before you do.”
I did as she’d said, leaning down so I could kiss her cheek, her ear, her neck, lowering myself to where I could suckle her nipple again, my hand sliding down her belly to find her pussy lips and clit. When I felt her legs soften and spread, I slipped my fingers further to her pussy, finding her literally dripping wet. Rising from her breast I leaned into her cheek, nuzzled her ear with an “Uhm,” and whispered, “You’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Oh Fuck! God yes!” she responded, surprisingly strongly, and pushed against me, pushed me upright, and then backward and down. I realized she wanted me on the floor, so I sat and then rolled onto my back as Melissa straddled me, reached down to hold my cock upright, and impaled herself on me.
Melissa was exceptionally wet. Even with a dry condom she easily slid down onto me and, within a couple of strokes, had me fully inside her. Leaning forward with her hands on my shoulders, her hips and pelvis pivoted up and down on my cock. I matched the motion, moving my hips up into her. It wasn’t long until her body quivered and shook in orgasm, and moments later I spilled my seed into the condom. She didn’t move off me, rocking her pelvis slowly as my cock shrank and finally spilled from her pussy.
“God, I love sex.” Melissa said a few moments later, after she was lying on the floor beside me. “I don’t think I can ever get enough.”
“You, uhm… did you come or was that part of the act?”
“Oh God yes I came! I didn’t need to fake that one. You are going to be good, you were good. Tomorrow, I think Natalie is going to be one well satisfied bride-to-be.”
“You fake orgasms?” I asked, picking up on her wording.
“More often than not. Guys want to think they got you off, but most of the time they’re only concentrating on themselves.”
“What’s with the insistence on her saying that she wants me to fuck her?” I asked, pondering what we’d just practiced. “Everything you did said that’s what she wanted.”
“Hmmm,” Melissa answered, “that’s one of those things you’ll learn. You’ve been fucking old ladies with no strings attached, but younger women, like the bride, haven’t learned how to have sex without commitment. She wanted you to make love to her, and you did. Of course, for us it’s just sex, but for her, it’s making love. She’s going to appreciate that when it happens, but, when you go away… well… call it buyers’ remorse. If you hadn’t gotten that positive “yes” from her, in her mind she’ll always think that you raped her, you made her cheat, she didn’t “really” give you permission. But when you’ve pushed her to absolutely say yes, her girlfriends, or her own mind, will confirm that she did, indeed, ask for what you gave her.” I nodded, contemplating what had happened.
“What did you think of the standing 69?”
“That was certainly different,” I answered. “It must be fun to watch.”
“Yeah, visually it’s very stimulating. Did you have any problem? You seemed to hold me without any problem.”
“Not at all. It was fun; never did anything like that before.”
“So, what do you think about tomorrow? When we do the 69, are you OK with me sucking you off, or do I need to take it easy on you? You had a good response time today. Did you masturbate this morning?” I shook my head no. “OK, then we’ll go just as it was today. Don’t masturbate tomorrow morning, and your responses should be similar.”
“What are you going to do,” I asked, “When I’m, uh… with the bride?”
“When you fuck the bride? I’m not sure, but I’ll play it by ear. When I made all the arrangements with the maid of honor, and she opted for the standing 69 between us and agreed that you should plan on fucking the bride, I told her that fucking anyone else was an extra. She asked if I ever did women. She seemed interested, I’m pretty sure she’s going to want me to do her.”
“You do women?”
“I do. I love sex and you never have to wait for a cock to get hard when there’s a willing tongue available. Speaking of which, what about you?” she asked, reaching over and squeezing my now totally soft and limp cock, “You’ve come twice now. How long before you can perform again?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “It all depends on the stimulation. But even if I get hard, I’ll still be numb. It’s very hard for me to cum a third time until a couple of hours have passed.”
“But you will get hard?”
“After a while.”
“That might be good. Many times, some of the other girls want to fuck after they’ve seen the bride do it, at lease if their inhibitions have weakened enough. If you do that, as you heard, those are all extras; our contract only includes fucking the bride. But it’s all about giving them an orgasm, so it’s good if you don’t cum easily. Older men can’t do that.”
“Why is that?”
“Older men, they’ve got more money but they’re only good for one shot. And most of them don’t ever get as hard as you do even their first time. With older men, I’m doing them, and I almost always have to fake an orgasm. It was nice to have you take charge and do me.”
“You do a lot of older men?” She nodded. “Seems like they’re all older, except at bachelor parties.
“So which do you prefer men or women? Does it matter?”
“I like sex, that’s why I’m in this business, and a woman’s tongue is just as satisfying as a guy’s is. I like doing women, and they know how to get me off too. I think I like cock too much to ever be completely exclusive with a woman though.”
“Melissa?” I said a moment later, “Can I ask how old you are? I’ve never done anyone that looks as young as you do before.”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Wow. I think the youngest woman I’ve ever had sex with was in her thirties. That was the woman whose husband liked to watch and…” I hesitated and then admitted it, “suck my cock. Most everyone I’ve been with has been in their 40’s and 50’s but I think that woman, she must have been early thirties.”
She nodded in understanding. “Is that your only threesome?”
“Yeah. Not what I would have called a threesome, more that he watched me do his wife… and then she watched while he sucked me.”
“Did you suck him?”
“No. I’m uh… men don’t do anything for me.”
“Someone will want you to eventually, especially if you get into threesomes.”
“You’ve done threesomes?” I asked, remembering even as I asked that I’d asked this before.
“Oh yeah, like I said, a man and a woman multiple times, two women once. The two women were interesting in that neither wanted to acknowledge they were into the other, so I was ‘the dare,’ a ‘safe’ third person so they could both say they ate pussy, just not with each other. It was kind of funny, they both knew what to do, knew what they wanted to do, but it wasn’t until I took a dominant role and ‘made’ them eat my pussy that they did.” She giggled, “When I made the one eat her friend, that’s all it took. Me beside them telling them to suck or eat or finger the other and they did what I told them to do, at will — but I don’t think either one noticed when I left. I’ve never done a group thing but it’s not unusual at bachelorette parties for several to want a go with me, but it’s not usually at the same time. Bachelor parties, too — it’s not unusual for me to get several extras out of a bachelor party.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. “Melissa, um… How did you get into this business?” I finally asked.
“Probably same as you. I needed money. My parents had a neighbor that always had eyes for me. And then, after I turned 18, he propositioned me. I ignored him at first, but every time I saw him, he always said ‘the offer’s always open.’ So finally, one day, at least a year later, I was finally flat out broke and needed anything, so I asked what it was that he was offering. He offered me $500 to spend the weekend with him and his wife. I told him it was a thousand for the weekend, and he just said OK.”
“Wow. You did your parents’ neighbors, at their house?”
“Oh no. They had teenage kids not much younger than me. I was 19 at the time. No, they had grandma and grandpa stay with the kids while they had ‘a nice weekend away.’ They came by the university and picked me up and we went to a hotel. It turned out she wanted to fuck me as much as he did, but she also really liked to watch while he fucked me.”
“They were your first?” I meant had she been a virgin until then, but she didn’t interpret it that way.
“My first… customers. Yeah.” She suddenly glanced hard at me, and realized that my question could have been interpreted a different way. “Oh, you mean, was I a virgin?” I nodded. “Oh hell no. I’d had multiple boys in my pants before then, and my girlfriend and I… well, long before I started getting paid for it.”
“So, you’ve been doing this for eight or nine years?”
“Almost ten. What about you.?”
“Last summer.” I went on to tell her about Mary and my first experiences.
“So, this is your first exhibition?”
“You mean, being watched?” She nodded, confirming I’d understood. “Except with that one couple, yeah.”
“I get requests to have a couple to perform all the time. Are you interested?”
“Perform… like having sex, like we just did?”
‘It’s quite popular for bachelorette parties, but there are a lot of… other parties where people want to have a live sex show, where they can watch people fuck. Parties that pay really well, and having a man perform who can stay hard, like you can, will be well received.”
~
The bachelorette party the next day went almost exactly as Melissa and I practiced. There is no doubt I would have botched the performance if Melissa hadn’t had us practice.
There were only 8 girls; they’d been out partying and getting drunk, and arrived back at the house in a limo. Even before Melissa and I had completed our standing 69, one of the girls was on her knees with her friend’s legs over her shoulders. All but one of the girls didn’t hesitate to take me in their mouth and suck for a while when I offered. The only one that didn’t was the one on her knees, but the girl getting eaten didn’t hesitate to suck me, at the same time.
The bride wasn’t bashful at all, and wanted me to fuck her in front of all her friends. She took her panties off and tossed them toward us while I was still performing with Melissa. I remember seeing the words, “Single Today, Married Tomorrow,” on the panties as they landed on the floor next to us. I did remember to get her to say yes before fucking her, getting her off with my cock and then going down on her and getting her off with my tongue later while one of the bridesmaids was sucking my cock. And, as Melissa thought might happen, the maid of honor went down on Melissa and then had Melissa go down on her.
~
“Well? What did you think?” Melissa asked, looking over at me in the passenger seat on the ride home. “Did it go OK?”
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I nodded. “I’m glad we practiced yesterday. I almost forgot to get a ‘yes’ from Natalie” I laughed, “She had her legs spread and was pulling me to her when I remembered. I stopped and cocked my head and just said “you’ve gotta say yes…” and she said “Oh my God, YES! Now fuck me.”
“Yeah, I saw that. Why didn’t you fuck the bridesmaid?”
“What? Which one?”
“There when you were going down on Natalie, after you’d fucked her? The one sucking your cock. She was practically begging for you to fuck her.”
“Really?”
“You’ve gotta learn to read the room better. The extras can be quite lucrative. A party like this, any one of them could have paid for a lay. You’ll get a girlfriend one of these days and you’ll be putting out for free then, so best to get it now while you can. But you also gave the girls everything they agreed to. But you could have gotten them to agree to pay a little more with only a little effort.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I agreed with a nod, and then my mind went to the start of her statement: “You’ll get a girlfriend one of these days.” I hadn’t been looking for a girlfriend since I started getting paid for sex, but realized that, at least in the back of my mind, I wouldn’t mind having a girlfriend. A thought popped into my mind and I chuckled aloud.
“What’s so funny?” Melissa asked, glancing my way again.
“Oh, just a joke I heard awhile back. I was at this wedding, and overheard the best man tell the groom “Hey buddy, just think. She’s going to be your wife! Do you know what the difference between a girlfriend and a wife is?” I looked over at Melissa, she shook her head no. “A girlfriend has sex and goes home; a wife goes home and has sex.”
Melissa just rolled her eyes.
Special Thanks to Peter_Cleveland for his editing and suggestions.