Selene
My heels click on the pavement as I make my way towards the Rolls Royce, the driver exits the vehicle to open the back door for me and gives us privacy.
I murmur a polite thank you as I ease myself inside, finding myself beside a beaming Henry Walton.
He wastes no time handing me a champagne glass, his fingers brushing against mine slightly.
"Selene, I'm so glad you called," he says with a toothy grin, eyeing my trench coat with annoyance.
I bite back a scoff and slip the apparent offending piece of clothing off my shoulders, pretending to admire the interior of the car.
"What a beautiful car you have. It's so roomy."
He licks his lips as his eyes roam my barely covered body, resting on my tits with no shame.
"I do enjoy beautiful things. Can we jump straight into business talk?" He asks, his voice sending unwanted shivers down my spine that he misreads as pleasure.
Typical sleazebag thinking he's making me cream in my panties with the temptation. My coochie is as dry as a nun’s, thanks to him.
I bat my lashes at him and tuck a loose piece of my blonde hair behind my ear to act shy. Men like Henry feel powerful for dominating the quiet girls and turning them into freaks in the sheets.
“Of course, Mr. Walton. What would you like to know?”
He boldly places his hand on my thigh, his eyes darkening.
“How about you suck me off and we’ll talk after that? Kind of like a try before you buy?” Is he for real?
I giggle, biting my lip as I peer over at him.
“Show me what goods I’m working with then, and I’ll see if I can impress you,” I say coyly, a deep chuckle coming from him as he reaches for his belt.
“Curious little thing, aren’t you? How long have you been in the job? I haven’t seen you before, and I think I’d remember a pretty face like yours.”
He pulls his dick free and I lick my lips when I know he's watching. He's a decent size, but I bet he has no fucking idea how to use it. They rarely do, which is why they prey on those who are too innocent to know the difference. It gives them an ego boost to make someone cry.
“Oh wow, Mr. Walton, I don’t think I’ll be able to take it all. I’m still pretty new at this, so you might have to guide me,” I gasp, putting a hand over my mouth for dramatics.
I know how to take dick, but it does wonders for his ego.
He smirks, encouraging me to slide closer to him.
“I’ll show you just how I like it. So, this time is free?” He asks, waiting for me to get onto my knees on the seat and his eyes drift over me to stare at my ass in the air. I can’t wait to bleed the dick-bag out.
I nod, trying to look nervous as I lean down, stretching my mouth to accommodate him. He lets me slide my mouth up and down his length a few times before his fingers thread through my silky straight hair, tightening to the point of pain as I expected he would.
“Open that pretty mouth all the way for me. Yes, that’s it,” he murmurs, before slamming my head down firmly, causing me to choke.
He keeps moving my head how he wants me, not giving a shit that I'm choking on saliva and his stupid dick.
“You like that, you little whore? You like choking on my fucking cock?” He growls, tightening his fist in my hair even more until he's relentlessly fucking himself with my face.
My eyes water, and my stomach lurches as he reaches past me and slaps my ass hard, showing me the monster he hides away, as he keeps speaking down to me like shit.
“I bet you’ve taken a lot of dicks, you filthy slut. You’d be nothing without men like me helping you pay your way in society. Do you think of all that cum you take whenever you pay a bill? When you eat your lunch? Girls like you need men like me, because it’s the only way someone could ever want you.”
I choke some more, his hand coming down hard on my ass again. I let him belittle me until he holds my face down and grunts his release. He lets me choke on his dick and cum for a moment before removing his grip and allowing me to sit back. I wipe the moisture from under my eyes and catch my breath, running my tongue over my lips and giving him a sweet smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Walton,” I force out, knowing it’s the right thing to say as his eyes light up while he absently fixes his pants. He looks thoughtful for a moment before replying.