My heart’s in my throat and part of me wants to walk away, but I’m not letting that side of me win because I’m going to go through with this. I have to. My mom’s life depends on it.
Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and then with my hands out in front of me, I feel for the edge of the table and bring up one knee, slowly and carefully pulling myself up onto the table before bringing my other knee up to follow. At least the table isn’t hard. Instead, it’s padded with a velvety cushion, which is a relief because I’m not sure how long I would have been able to tolerate a wood or glass table beneath my kneecaps.
“Nice,” Benny drawls as I turn, slowly assuming the position. “Very nice. Just make sure you keep your ass up and out like that. These guys aren’t going to pay top dollar if you’re slouching and looking fidgety. And if they ask you to move, do as you’re told, and wiggle a little, okay? Guys like it when the girls get all wet and wiggly, like a stuck pig. It’s all a part of the game.”
The game? A stuck pig? God, this guy needs a life.
“Fine,” I manage in a tight voice. “Will do.”
With one last chuckle, Benny retreats and I can hear his footsteps receding. Then, the door slams shut and I’m alone in the room. Dang, this A/C is so cold, but it’s true that I am warming up from anticipation and nothing else.
Yet what am I thinking? How can I be getting aroused? I’m wearing scandalous lingerie and posed for maximum access. My tits are swaying a bit, the nips practically brushing the tabletop, and my pussy’s getting wet with need, bringing my body to life in ways I’ve never experienced before. In fact, I’ve never even dreamed of a situation so dirty because this is the complete opposite of anything and everything I ever thought I might or could be into.
But here I am, feeling my body heat up, as my pussy starts to clench in anticipation from the thought of strangers coming to stroke my curves. What will they touch first? Which will they want more, my snatch or my ass? I bite my bottom lip, and decide to just lean into this new awakening of my senses. Maybe tonight will wind up being about more than money and male pleasure. Maybe I’ll get something satisfying out of it too, and I’m going to hold onto this feeling until it comes true.