“Fuck off, dickhead.”
“I take that as a no. Otherwise that stick up your ass might be gone.”
I flip him off as he shuts the door behind him.14Olympia“Blue, you appear mighty happy today. What’s the occasion? You get laid last night?”
Darby, who’s walking in, stops and turns to face me. Falcon hasn’t even noticed he’s arrived.
I lean in real close to Falcon and narrow my eyes at him. “Is it hard for you to turn off your manwhore-o-meter?”
“Burn…” he yells laughing at me. “But that just answered my question. You so got laid last night.” He gets up and pumps his hand in the air before he starts to walk off. As he gets to the door, he notices Darby, stops, checks between the two of us, and I know whatever’s about to come out of his mouth shouldn’t. “Well, you didn’t get laid, because the stick is still firmly up your ass today.” Falcon walks off, shutting the door behind him, and Darby steps over my way, taking the spot Falcon just vacated.
“You met someone last night… after I left?”
I want to lie to him and tell him yes. So, I decide to play. “I didn’t just meet him,” I say leaning in real close. “He’s pink, a perfect size, vibrates on command and makes me come every single time, guaranteed.” I wink at him.
“I could as well, you know, you wouldn’t need a vibrator with me.”
“I’m ready when you are, big man,” I say, eager for what I want from him.
His mouth opens and I think, just for a second, he’s going to say yes to me. That he will give in just once to this sexual tension that’s between us. I’m not asking for more, I simply want whatever this is to go away, and I know the only way for that to happen is for his hands to be roaming my naked body.
The lights cut out and the doors open, my shift has begun. Guaranteed, he’s been here all day while I’ve only just started. He blinks a few times then walks off without saying a word. I pick up an empty tray and start walking around the room, collecting a few glasses from some of the rooms that were used last night which are still to be cleaned. People start coming in, and everything goes into action fast. They don’t play around here with business. Everyone is always ready and waiting, it’s a reason the clients are happy.
Turning around, I stall, I always do. The sight will never change, and I wonder if I will ever get used to it, or even who the people are. Some are from my favorite television shows while others are well-known politicians. It’s so surreal. And always makes me pause.
As of right now, a celebrity is being tied to the bed while the woman is dressed up and does what he asks. This time, she’s dressed as a vampire, with fake teeth, blood dried on her mouth while dressed in black spandex. She crawls up his body, nipping at his naked flesh. His cock stands tall and ready for what she’s going to do. Her fake teeth go to his groin, and she bites. His eyes close and pre-cum leaks out of his cock.
I look away, walking to the next one. She’s a nurse, he’s dressed in scrubs. He has her suspended from the bed on a contraption as he stands on the bed, gazing down at her. His fingers run along her body, up her short nurse uniform and into her pussy before he pulls them out and licks his fingers clean. I keep walking, looking away as I collect my glasses.
When I get to the end, Darby’s standing there. It’s dark, so I would have missed him if I weren’t paying attention. This area isn’t being used tonight, but I was planning on walking through it to get to the bar on the way back. I don’t want to walk past the action again because right now I’m desperate for hands to skim my body and fingers to pulse inside my pussy.
“Darby.”
He reaches for me fast. the glasses in my hand drop, and I hear them shatter all over the floor and know I’m going to have to clean that mess up later. But I don’t care as his lips touch mine. His hands pull my body so close that there’s no air between us. His hands roam my body, tearing at my clothes, pulling them from me, and I gladly accept with no fear whatsoever.
This is what I want.
Didn’t think it would happen here, but this is what I want.
He pushes, and my back lands on a bed. It’s clean, thank God, it hasn’t been touched since yesterday but will need a change of sheets after we’re done. Hands start roaming my breasts which are now free, and as my shirt is pushed up to my neck my skirt is pulled down to my knees. When I look up at Darby he’s still fully dressed.