She looked sad. “Was a lucky guy. I doubt he and I will ever have a chance to do that again.” She leaned her head on my thigh, her body shaking softly. “I can’t believe it. Everything ruined. Our lives, our marriages. Just because we were too proud to let the business collapse, to look like failures.”
She moved her head and took me back in her talented mouth. A few minutes of effort and she had me ready to go. “This time?” she asked.
“Ride me,” I told her.
She nodded. “You want to use a rubber? I won’t ask you to. I’m clean. I’ve never allowed a single client to use me without a condom. Not once. Not even Nick or Jerry.”
Jerry would be her husband’s best friend. I’d have to make sure Ron knew.
“Then why me?”
She straddled me, and eased herself down my cock. She might have been upset, but she was soaking wet, definitely ready. When she had my entire length inside of her, she laid down on my chest.
“I’ve always had a thing for you. You have to know that. Especially the way you supported us. I… I’m sorry we betrayed you. Maybe even more than I regret doing it to my husband. You deserved better.”
I held her ass in my hands, driving in and out of her. “I did.”
She clung to me, holding on tight. “I know. God, don’t you think I know? I’d do anything to turn back time. To do it all over. Just walk away from it all. You know what the sickest part of it is?”
I ground my way into her, feeling her ass muscles tighten. “What is the sickest part?”
“This,” she murmured, driving her hips down onto my cock. “Ninety percent of the time I didn’t enjoy it, you know. I did it for the money. I really am a whore. But this? Being with you? My little secret fantasy? My stupid whoring around made this come true. That’s the sick party. The guilt is tearing me apart, but I’d never be able to say I resented this result. Even if it’s only this once, using me as the whore I am.”
I chuckled. “Trust me, beautiful. It’s going to be more than once.”
I had her sit up, leaning over so I could access to those tits I’d been fantasizing about. Everything I hope for and more. She seemed to enjoy me nibbling on them, biting her big nipples, rubbing my face against them. She even giggled, switching from one to the other, moving them to my mouth.
It was more than once that night, using all three holes. Hell, I’d paid for them, hadn’t I?
We showered together, and she laid in my arms, naked and available if I felt the urge.
“How did it start?” I asked softly.
She cuddled in close, voice barely audible. “Pretty obvious in hindsight. We made it clear that there would be no fooling around, no sex, no touching. We got stupid and started teasing that the VIP regulars might get a little something extra. That had them lining up, but then we had to provide something. We started with topless cleaning.”
She grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. “Such a simple stupid thing. Show ’em our tits, right? No big deal. An extra $30 a session, and at least one of the crew would be topless. Turns out every one of our crew was willing, for an extra $7. 50 an hour. Easy money.”
She sighed, reaching down and rubbing my cock. “Damn slippery slope. $50 and we were cleaning naked. The guys were getting brazen, watching us in their robes, playing with themselves, offering bonuses. One of the girls gave a handjob for an extra $50. A few of them did. Then it was a $50 blowjob. Stupid little slut gave away her mouth for the same as a handjob, so we had to set a price. Next thing you know we had a menu of services.”
“You and Brenda weren’t doing it?”
“No, not at first. I don’t know what it was, maybe that we were unavailable, but the offers kept coming. I… I was an idiot. I slept with a guy, gave him three hours, in exchange for a yearlong contract.”
“And Brenda?”
“Nick. He blackmailed her. He heard from someone what the VIP service was. Told her he’d tell you, if she didn’t provide it for him. He wanted it for free. She finally agreed to do it, but for the same price as everyone else. She was smart about that. If she did it for free, he’d want it all the time. He couldn’t afford more than once every two or three weeks.”
“He was the only one?” I knew better, but I wanted to see what Brenda had to say.
She was quiet, slowly stroking my cock, surprising us both I think when she started to get a response. She kissed my chin. “This is difficult to talk about. Would it be Ok if I got this guy nice and hard, and took him for a ride, while I finished my story?”
I allowed her that liberty, and a few minutes later I was inside her again, while she laid on my chest. I liked the feeling of that, her full breasts flattened, billowing out on the sides.
“I’m sorry, Dave. So God damned sorry. I know you won’t be able to forgive me. Please don’t hurt me.”
“Shh,” I calmed her. “I’m not going to hurt you. Get it off your chest. You need to.”
She nodded, rocking back and forth slowly on my cock. “I convinced her. Spreadsheet and numbers. We’d both push the hard sell, get us up to three crews, full-time, and then we’d be done. It should be self-sustaining after that. We figured 2-3 months at best. Ended up being over 5 before we started shutting down our involvement about a month ago. Everything was perfect.”
It was easy and comfortable taking her like that. I was hard enough for fun, but the three previous finishes sated any need.
“How could you possibly believe you’d never get caught?”
“The first few times, you’re scared to death. Afraid to go home. So sure he’ll know. Then it gets a little easier. After a while you stop thinking about it altogether. It’s only temporary. You’ll stop, and everything will be back to normal. We were delusional.”
She rose up, her hands on my chest, lifting those hips up and down, doing the work for a while. “It stops being anything but a stupid job for the most part. When you’re not doing the choosing, there’s not a lot of romance in it.”