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beaten, burned with a cigarette, smacked so hard I couldn’t see clearly for an hour, but I don’t take demands, not from anyone. I don’t care who he is. But God, the liquid from my swollen and sore pussy seeped down my thigh when he said it. So fucking hot! I can’t just give up all my customers for one man. Can I? After shutting and locking the door, I walk into the small bathroom attached to my room, flip on the light and look down at my hand as it opens revealing a wad of bills. I gasp when I begin counting. For what we just did, which isn’t exactly part of my rules, the charge for an hour is four hundred dollars, but as I finish counting I look up in the mirror, the surprise on my face not shocking. Ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. Well, if he continues to pay like this, and frequently, I wouldn’t need other customers, but then I’d just be a kept woman and that I can’t do. I won’t. And fuck he is sexier than shit. Muscular and toned body, his light blue eyes that melted me when he looked into mine, his short dark hair, but long enough I could twist my fingers into it to pull his head back as I come and that chiseled jaw that I wanted to lick. When his cock sprung free from its clothed prison, I almost came right then. Damn, the man has the biggest, thickest, longest and most beautiful cock I’ve laid eyes on, and I’ve seen more than my fair share.
After cleaning up, I head to the radio station not needing to work at the club anymore tonight. It’s actually quite a relief, all the many faces and bodies of customers who come and go become tiring at times. Most of the time I don’t mind it, I’m numb, body and soul, but after tonight, something stirred in me. I felt sensations throughout my body when he touched me that I’ve never felt before. Shaking my head, I continue walking down the street, the feeling of someone watching me giving me chills. My head turns looking at the different people that are still out at one in the morning. No one is paying attention to me, so I shrug off the feeling and watch the light change to green, crossing the street in a little faster pace. In the safety of the station’s building, I walk out of the elevator, wave at Jimmy, who gives me a wink and walk into the booth. After a tedious night of calls, the same things over and over, I look up at the clock and see I only have five minutes left, thank God.
“Well, it’s almost the witching hour so I only have time for one more call. Thank you, as always, for joining me tonight and sharing your fantasies.” All the buttons on the call board are lit up, so I select the last one and take a deep breath. “Sexy Lady here and what’s your pleasure?” Silence, then breathing. “Look buddy. I’ve had a long night. If it’s…”
“I want you.”
My body stiffens as my heart skips a beat. That voice.
“I want you now.”
I’ve heard that voice. Wait! It’s him. It’s the guy from tonight at the club, the one that caused the goose bumps all over my body as he came against me. He has to be following me since he called last night too, and then just suddenly appeared at the club tonight. He didn’t seem like a creeper though when we were together. My eyes blink rapidly as I try to get my shit together. “Well, Mr… Sorry, I didn’t get your name, sexy voice.”
“Mr. Black,” his voice states and the call ends.
Well, he’s a man of few words, that’s for sure. I end the night, gather my things and head home. Too tired to stop and get my much needed coffee supplies and yogurt, I decide just to go home for a shower and bed. I think I’ll need extra time at the gym today to work off my frustrations. Climbing the stairs grates on my last nerve as tired as my body is, and as I reach the top step, I stop, looking down at the floor in front of my door. A huge bouquet of red roses lying next to a ten pound bag of my favorite coffee and a small box full of the brand of yogurt I buy. Creeper? Yeah, he might be getting