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of
the sofa. She eased her coat down over the arm, careful to place it
with the right pocket up. Perfect. The younger woman sank into the plush comfort of
the couch and exhaled through flared nostrils. She watched him out
of the corner of her vision.
    The punter
inched closer to his companion and chewed on the inside of his lip.
His eyes jerked uneasy in the sockets. The bulge at the front of
his trousers strained through the material.
    The prostitute gazed down at the floor and, upon noticing a
scuff mark on the top of one shoe, she tensed the muscle at one
side of her face. She rubbed the soiled footwear against the
clothing on the back of her other limb. It came back cleaner. Her
features relaxed, apart from the sleekit movement of her eyes, as
they continued to steal a peak at the owner of the house. Just in case.
    The meaty hand
prodded through the air and landed on her thigh again. His fingers
squeezed the soft, pliable flesh through her leggings. He slid
higher and stroked with gentle pressure.
    Susan clammed
up. Her knees drew toward each other, as if trying to protect what
lay between them. She lowered her eyelids to half mast and her
teeth found the back of one lip, gnawing at the now sensitive
skin.
    He spoke in a
low, guttural tone. “How much would it cost for you to stay the
night?” His probing digits stiffened as if bracing themselves for
the answer.
     
    As the rest of
her body froze solid. She widened her eyes. Long seconds passed
before she released the grip of her bite, and opened her mouth to
talk. She paused. With a glance to the side, she scanned the bump
on the pocket of her coat and turned to face Simon. “Three hundred
more.” Her lids relaxed a little, as she pursed her lips and began
to chew at the inside of her cheek.
    He didn't
speak. His hand moved and the tip of one finger teased down to the
back of her thigh. The sloppy, wet sound of his lips and tongue,
caressing each other, filled the room. He leaned across until his
head hung a mere few inches from hers and his breathing intensified
in volume and in frequency. “OK.”
    She dug the
back of her head into the cushion behind, as the overbearing aroma
of whisky seeped into her tastebuds. Her lips curled and recoiled
in protest. She managed a simple, “OK.”
    He grinned.
“Are you sure you don't want something to eat or drink? Something
to warm you up?”
    “ No. I'm fine.” Her words jabbed through her lips and negated
any counter argument.
    He made the
final push and brushed the heat of his lips against the younger
woman's cold cheek.
    “ No.” She pulled back and fixed his gaze. “No
kissing.”
    “ How about if I pay extra?”
    She considered
the offer as her eyes drifted and found nothing in particular.
    Simon clutched
his wallet and popped it open.
    “ Another hundred.” She turned back to face him.
    His fingers
searched through the contents of the wallet and picked out more
currency. He held it out in front of him.
    Susan plucked the notes from his grip and scanned the corners,
before lifting her jacket and storing the money in the correct
pocket. The beginnings of a smile crossed her lips. Five hundred and twenty in total. She twisted back to face the middle-aged man and
relaxed just enough to enjoy the plush comfort where she
sat.
    Simon returned
to the job at hand. He groped and caressed the younger woman's
limb. His breathing returned to a rasp and pulsated through his
nostrils as the growth in his groin flexed against the tight
material of his trousers.
    A low sigh
penetrated Susan's ears and it took a second before her head cocked
and her eyes stretched, surprised to hear it as her own. Taking a
mind of its own, the prostitute's pubis pushed down into the sofa
and rolled forward, missing the older man's straying digits by the
merest of measurements. Her cheeks reddened.
    His breath
catching in his throat and helped each time he swallowed, Simon
leaned his lips forward and kissed at the jawline of his guest.
    She