https://www.literotica.com/s/the-professional-9 My reserved table had one of the better views in the entire place. From where I sat, I could see the glass door entrance off to the right of the establishment. To my left, I could see the city lights and darkness of the lake below. From this vantage point, I could also see the entire bar. And that's where my attention seemed to be focused. Not because of the reflective mirrors, or the aesthetically friendly lighting. Nor was it the massive collection of high-priced bottles of liquors that had been gathered from around the globe. It wasn't even due to the strategically placed bottles in their impressive cellar of wine. 2 Yes, I had indulged in a few of the items on display. But tonight, my need to "indulge" lay elsewhere. My focus wouldn't be selecting the most refreshing or expensive libation. No, my attention would be to selecting a suitable partner for the evening's entertainment. Like the woman I would be seeking out, this table was able to tend to my needs, that's why I chose it. 3 Many of the higher-end bars and lounges in the high-rise buildings that line the southern tip of Lake Michigan, are very well known to be places where "gentlemen" are able to procure the services of the finest ladies in Chicago. This one was not the exception. 4 Choosing this particular lounge wasn't difficult. The hotel is very well known. Also, it just so happened, I am staying in a room 17 floors below where I am currently sitting. Making what I am planning to do, much simpler for me. 5 Moral issues always come into play when making a "quality" purchase for the evening. But not tonight. The real issue tonight wouldn't be my moral standards. It was waiting for the right woman. A woman who would reach my very high sexual standards. One who would far exceed my "quality" standards. 6 ***** 7 Tonight, not all of the stools lining the glass and chrome bar were filled, but those that were occupied, held what I could only assume, was some very valuable merchandise. Each of the girls mostly stayed to themselves. None of them were jockeying for position. They didn't really mingle with one another. Nor did they approach any of the single men. They didn't have too. When you are that "exceptional" at what you do, your cliental will come to you. And a steady stream of other "gentlemen", in the bar, did approach. They each took their time as they spoke with and perhaps evaluated, before they negotiated prices with their perspective dates. Both parties, man and women, were very interested in what the other had to offer. Whether the gift offered was sexual, or monetary. 8 ***** 9 Twirling my bourbon filled glass, I sat and admired the smooth legs and ample cleavage on display. Each of the ladies' legs, whether long or short, were crossed and perfectly positioned. As was the cleft of their breasts. And their dresses, perhaps a bit too short, maybe even slightly too tight, were still very tasteful in appearance. There was nothing cheap or tacky among them. This place oozed class. It wasn't a dilapidated brothel, hidden down some dark and dirt lined alleyway in Tijuana. This was a place where you received exactly what you paid for. High quality goods. 10 ***** 11 The professional I wanted caught my eye immediately. The very moment the doorman held open the large piece of glass for her. His "Welcome", received a smile and a "Thank-you". 12 Her walk was perfect. Spectacular. She had a highly stylized, confident and rhythmic gait. It showed off her elegance. Something about her told me that her sophistication far exceeded that of the other ladies who were also preparing for a night of work. Yes, she appeared to be somewhat older than the other girls. A few years, give or take. But that experience, the kind she had, you could tell was way beyond compare. 13 My Ms. Perfect walked directly to the bar and found a high stool to her liking. It was midway down the line, a seat that would be putting her between the rest of the ladies. Once she sat with the others, she was also on display. She was the exact "Front and Center" of attention to every potential buyer. 14 Like the others, her long legs were crossed to show off their silky-smooth appeal, and in her case, a pair of Jimmy Choo's were also on display. 15 Even the bartender smiled and took notice of her when she ordered. He stood in front of her. Perhaps trying to impress her as he shook his ice and alcohol filled, stainless-steel shaker. He flashed a set of very white teeth to her as he strained off a perfect 3 olive martini. Her slim hand and long fingers pulled a couple of bills from her Prada bag and set the money down on the bar top. His hand and fingers tipped an imaginary hat as a "thank you", one professional to another. Then he moved down the line to fill his next order. 16 ***** 17 My eyes were glued to her sleek red lips as they touched the rim of her chilled glass for a first taste. It was then that I noticed how her hair was precisely tucked behind her ears. Not a single strand out of place. I loved the way it hung midway down her back, coming to an end in a perfect "V". 18 Unlike the some of the other working girls, Ms. Perfect wore a dress that wasn't flashy. It was expensive. I could tell that much. I would probably guess correctly, to assume it was purchased at one of the high-end shoppes on the Magnificent Mile. You could see the quality of the garment just by the "hang" of her black dress. 19 Like those at her side, her dress, the sleek black garment, showed off her ample cleavage. It was advertised and available for and potential investor's viewing pleasure. And the long gold chain hanging between her breasts, as simple yet elegant as it was, only accentuated their quality and appearance. 20 ***** 21 The first "gentlemen" with enough nerve to approach her, was a Danny Devito look alike. He was the first to make her acquaintance. He was taller than the real Danny, much taller, and he had already struck out with a couple of the other girls, but he was undeterred. Money breeds confidence. I could tell "Danny" had both. Whatever he was telling Ms. Perfect made her smile. A one point during the conversation, her head tilted back, her index finger curled up under her nose, and she allowed a laugh to escape her. Danny must have been somewhat charming, but in the end, it didn't work for him. 2 minutes later, he was speaking with a woman who, from first impressions, seemed to be far more respective to his advances than the others before her had been. 22 As time went on, more and more "gentlemen" did an investigative "flyby" of the stool lined bar. Coming close, some touched, some leaned in, some spoke, and some stood back in awe as they got up close and personal to each of the celestial bodies seated in a row. 23 Being closer provides better looks than from a distance. And by getting closer, it also allowed for scents and sounds to be absorbed. You could hear the ladies if they spoke. It might help you to choose if you heard the sultry and sexy voice of the siren of your desires. And if she had touched the glass stopper of her favorite perfume bottle's decanter, behind her ears, or a dab in her cleavage, or maybe, just maybe, in a spot much lower, and far more suggestive, it could lure you in immediately. The nose, like the eyes, can easily be led astray. 24 But I wouldn't be doing any scouting. There was no need to hear her speak. Nor did I have it get a "whiff" of her. I knew she was perfect, and I knew what I wanted. 25 Standing, I fastened the top button of my jacket. Ms. Perfect noticed me and watched as I walked directly toward her. She smiled at my approach. 26 Sliding up to the bar, I pressed my way in until I was standing beside her. My back touching the young body of the lady on the stool behind me. It was hot. Her body gave off a sensual heat. It was sexy. But I didn't pay any attention to either of the girls. Instead, I waved over the barkeep. 27 "Sir." 28 "I'll take another Blanton's. And another for the lady if she'd like." 29 "Ma'am?" he asked her politely. 30 Ms. Perfect gave the barkeep a very simple nod. 31 "Would you like the drinks delivered to your table sir?" 32 Looking directly into Ms. Perfect's eyes, "It's much quieter, and perhaps a bit cozier over there." She gave me the same nod she had given the bartender. 33 "Yes, thank you. My table would be great." 34 "On their way, Sir." 35 ***** 36 Holding out the chair for Ms. Perfect as she joined me at my table. I undid my jacket's button and sat with her. Our drinks arrived before we had a chance to speak. And we waited until the server had departed before we did. 37 I held my glass up slightly and made a slight tilt. She did the same. Our glasses never touched. But it was an introductory "greeting" between two strangers. 38 "Your table has a very nice view. The lake and the lights at this time of night make the city feel so...alive." 39 "I agree." 40 "What brings you here tonight...?" She was fishing for a name. 41 "Alex." 42 "Nice to meet you, Alex. I'm Bianca." Her hand reached for mine. Her palm and long fingers were soft and smooth. 43 "Bianca?" 44 "Yes. But if you'd prefer, perhaps, Tiffany. Maybe...Emily. You'll find Alex, I am very adaptable to any situation." 45 "I see...Bianca. Bianca sounds like a very...sexual and mysterious name." 46 Bianca lifted her drink to her lips and took a small, yet elegant sip. When she set the drink down, her tongue rimmed her lips before pressing them together to ensure they remained perfect in appearance. 47 "So, Alex. You're a bourbon man." 48 "I am." 49 "And, you stay with your strengths, unlike some of the others in here who are trying to impress women by ordering the same high-end martinis we do." 50 "Honestly, I have never ordered a martini in my life." 51 "Really?" 52 "Don't get me wrong. I have consumed a few in my day. Very few. But I would never be so presumptuous as to order one so that I might impress a lady." 53 "And why is that?" 54 "Far too many other temptations in life are drawing me to them. Lying about what I drink, isn't one of them." 55 "Like?" 56 "Well, Bianca. That list, happens to be a very long one." 57 "I have plenty of time. You'll also find I'm never in a rush. And, if needed, I'm always available for the entire evening." 58 "As am I." I checked my wrist. It was the perfect time to eat if we were going to. "Have you eaten." 59 "A salad at lunch." She looked at me and seemed to read what I was thinking. "I could eat, if you'd like me to join you." 60 The sommelier suggested a nice wine and our server explained the house features. Accepting a couple of the suggestions, we both ordered meals that were on the lighter side. 61 ***** 62 "Are you married, Alex?" She asked as I cut into my piece of perfectly cooked beef tenderloin. 63 "Would it make me a bad person if I told you I were?" 64 "No. But admitting it would at least make you an honest person. Most men lie about their family situations." She didn't wait for me to reply. "Are you from the city or are you here on business." 65 "Both actually. But I only stay downtown when it's for business and pleasure." 66 "I see. How is your steak?" She asked me. She wanted to keep me engaged as we ate. 67 "It's fine. Your meal?" The crusted salmon looked like she was enjoying it. 68 "Very nice." She noticed me smiling. "Why does that amuse you?" 69 "It's something my father once told me. It was to never trust someone who would order salmon over a fine cut of beef. If just isn't palatable." 70 It was her turn to smile. 71 "Your father seems to be a smart man. Considering why you are here tonight, the 'trust' thing, he might just be correct." 72 We both passed on dessert. Bianca ordered one of the house's special coffees. The kind made with more alcohol than coffee, and topped with a mountain of fresh whipped cream, while we were waiting, she left me sitting alone so she could "freshen up". 73 Her return and runway stride drew the attention of every single man who just yet to procure a companion for the evening. I knew all eyes were on her, and she knew as well. The envious others hoping and praying our meeting might not work out so they could have the opportunity and a chance at Bianca's attention. 74 ***** 75 "So, Alex. What line of work are you in?" 76 "It's a very boring field, but banking." 77 "Not law enforcement? Because, if you were, it would be beneficial to us both, if you told me up front." 78 "Definitely not my field of expertise. Although, I do have a few unpaid parking tickets, and an outstanding speeding ticket in Virginia." 79 She moved her finger though her hair and once again placed the errant strands behind her ears, revealing diamond studs on her beautiful earlobes. 80 "Alex, excuse me for being forward, but what exactly are you looking for this evening?" 81 "I suppose, a certain kind of, shall we say, intimate companionship." 82 Bianca's head turned as she looked up and down the entire length of the bar, that surprisingly still had many occupied seats. Some of the occupants were new. The stock seemed to have been replenished. But most seats were full. 83 "Why me Alex? There are lots of beautiful girls to choose from. The selection of lovely women is still quite plentiful if you would like to change your mind." 84 "Oh, I made up my mind the second you walked in the door." 85 "Enlighten me." 86 "You only have to look at some of those girls. Their aim is to impress the highest paying customer. I want something else. I need something else. To me, the perfect woman is one who is not afraid to wear beauty, age, and experience, on her chest and sleeve. Having a woman who wear those things like they a badge of honor, appeals to my primal urges." 87 "So, you chose me because of my 'age and experience'?" 88 "Not necessarily. I can only make assumptions on those two points. But I can say with an utmost certainty, and a fair amount of positivity, you fall into the absolutely beautiful, and amazingly experienced category." 89 "I accept your compliment." Her body shifted away from the bar. She put her focus back on me. "Our dinner and drinks were nice. The conservation has been stimulating, and fresh enough to make it very enjoyable. But what would it take to make this night great. What would make this evening unforgettable for you, Alex." 90 This was the moment I was waiting for. The make-or-break deal of the night. The turning point. 91 "I suppose I would need to explore the afterhours menu and all of the available options." 92 "Let me start by letting you know, I offer my services by the hour. One, two, or three." 93 "And the cost involved?" 94 "As I was starting to say, it would be worth every single penny." 95 "There isn't a doubt in my mind." 96 Bianca leaned closer. She listed off the basic services and gave me a price for each hour of service. But like many of the other gentlemen in the bar, my concentration blurred. The appeal of her perfume was luring me in, and I bit. 97 "I want you all night. Overnight. An hour or two isn't going to cut it for what I have in mind." 98 "Overnight sounds ambitious. And it's also expensive." 99 "How about you give me a price, and I'll decide how 'expensive' it really is." 100 Gracefully, Bianca sipped from the mug of her alcohol laced coffee. Once again, she seductively licked her lips and toyed with the gold chain that was hanging down, between her breasts. We both knew full well, she was doing this for my enjoyment. 101 "Cards on the table Alex. You tell me what your wants and what your needs are, so I know what to expect, and I'll give you a dollar amount for the services you require." 102 "Restrictions and limitations bother me. I want everything available. And I want you to stay until morning." 103 "I have no issues with an overnight adventure, but I don't do pain. And "Greek" is off the table." 104 "Light spanking, on you, and 'Greek', "is" on the table." 105 Another sip of her coffee. A small dollop of the whipped cream remained on her upper lip until she seductively licked it off. 106 "You can't afford me, Alex. I think it might be wise for you to pick another girl." 107 "Not necessary. I've chosen correctly. The right girl is sitting right here with me. She just has to come to terms with a mutual agreement." 108 "Two thousand. No anal." 109 "Twenty-five hundred. Anything goes." 110 Bianca's hands moved in front of her face, up to her mouth. She put her palms together and rubbed them up and down like she was silently praying. Again, her head turned to the bar. She looked at some of her would be peers, almost as if looking for guidance. Her eyes remained there as some of the girls took the hands of their soon to be lovers, and stepped away from the bar. 111 "Define 'anything goes" for me." 112 "Just like it sounds. Anything. Nothing more. Nothing less." 113 "Did you bring enough condoms for an 'overnight' session?" 114 "Not wearing a condom is included in the 'anything goes' portion of the evening." 115 "Sorry Alex, condoms are a must." 116 "Sorry Bianca, condoms are a deal breaker." 117 To my absolute surprise, the once elegant and graceful, Bianca looked rattled. So rattled that her trembling hand reached over and picked up the glass that held the remainder of my bourbon. She avoided the mild mug of coffee. She lifted my glass to her perfect lips, and in one swallow, its contents disappeared down her throat. 118 "Three thousand. Cash. Up front. Not a penny less. You also have to buy me breakfast." 119 My arm shot straight up and into the air. 120 "Check, please." 121 500 bucks more for bareback and a breakfast date seemed more than fair to me. 122 ***** 123 The bottle of wine and ice bucket I ordered arrived at our room, moments after we did. I poured and handed Bianca her glass. This time, our glasses actually did touch when we made a toast. 124 As the professional in this situation, my escort seemed nervous as she sat at the end of the big king-sized bed, that, like our table upstairs, my room had an incredible view of the lake and city below. 125 "Is everything alright?" I asked, as I handed her a hand full of $100 bills. 126 "I'm fine. It's just...it will be fine. Sit with me." 127 But I didn't want to sit. I had sat long enough. I was at the point where I had admired this beauty long enough to make me want to proceed. I wanted to advance forward. 128 Kneeling before her, I lifted her right leg and placed her high-heeled foot in my hands. Slipping her shoe off, I tossed it into the corner of the room. 129 "Careful. They're expensive." 130 "Oh, I am very aware. My wife has the exact same pair." 131 Gently placing her foot back down on the carpet, I lifted the second leg and removed her other shoe. 132 Using my "somewhat" skilled hands, I massaged the softness of her feet and smooth legs for a few minutes before I slowly guided my palm and fingers up and over her calf, across her thigh, only stopping when the tips of my fingers could feel the lace of her panties. 133 Bianca had her eyes glued to mine. Her lips opened to receive another serving of the white wine she was enjoying and before I could ask her to "spread" for me. Like a professional trying to please her client, that's exactly what she did. Her bum lifted slightly, and her legs opened wider. 134 My fingers caressed and massaged the dampness of her warm and moist, lace covered mound. Between sips of her wine, I received my first compliment. 135 "Ohhh. That's nice. If you keep doing that, and I'll be soaking through." 136 'Soaking through' was going to be a certainty. And if I had my way, she would stay soaked all night long. 137 When I stood, Bianca smiled. My erection was already evident in my trousers. The front was tented toward her, but she seemed pleased by my excitement. Removing my jacket, I folded it over the chair in the corner and undid my tie and the buttons on the sleeves of my shirt. 138 Then I took Bianca's nearly empty glass of wine and placed it on the table beside the bed. 139 Leaning back, Bianca held her body up with her elbows and forearms. She smiled and waited for my next move. It wasn't a very long wait. Returning to my original position of being on my knees in front of her, I eased up the delicate material of her dress to expose her milky thighs and the slight puff of her panty covered mound. 140 Chapter 1.2 My hands still wanted to touch and feel this beautiful woman's skin, but so did my lips, and unlike my hands, using my lips would also allow me to use my tongue, and that would allow me to taste any part of her erotic body that I chose to. 142 "Ohhhh..." Bianca moaned out when my lips kissed their way up her thighs and my mouth clamped down over her still covered pussy. 143 Starting oral by licking my lover through the panties she had been wearing during the evening, was one of my favorite things. It was something that had always turned me on, even when I was in my early twenties. It always started with a few light licks and gentle nibbles. It always lasted until the crotch of my lover's undies was soaked with a combination of her juices and mine. 144 And that's how our evening began. Bianca on the receiving end of my tongue licking her pussy through the cover of cloth, until I pulled aside the drenched material to expose her nearly groomed sex. At this point, her panties were only there for show. What I was after was open and waiting for me. It was spread open for my fingers and mouth to feast upon. 145 Every lick of my tongue over her sweet gash and rosebud elicited the sexiest moan. And when I ceased my exploration tactics, and focused on the hard nub of her clit, a jolt of electricity seemed to surge through her body. The sexy professional's moans increased to the point where it almost felt as if she was being paid to put on a show for me. And in all actuality, she was. 146 "Alex...just...yes...finger...put in your...ohhhhhhh..." 147 A finger wouldn't suffice. Two might. Two of them, curled up, and massaging the roof of her pussy, would be perfect 148 With my tongue and fingers working together as a team, and moving in unison, it wasn't very long before Bianca's hips lifted off the bed, her hands tearing at my hair, and her lungs exploding as she cried out in extasy. 149 I didn't want to stop. I wanted to drink every last drop of liquid that oozed out of her "faucet of love" but I was aware of how sensitive she might be at that moment. And to prove my point, her thighs clamped down on my head. So, unwillingly, I removed my tongue. Then I removed her panties 150 A post-orgasmic, Bianca watched as I lifted her butt and eased the lace down her legs. She smiled when I tried to find a dry spot on her undies to wipe my face. With no success, I used the sleeve of my shirt and tossed the soaked ball of cloth that had once covered her most private parts, over near her shoes. Bianca used the tips of her toes to push at my chest. 151 "Funny. You have no problem throwing my shoes and panties anywhere you want, but you take your time to carefully fold and place your jacket over there on a chair." 152 "Consider yourself lucky that I didn't tear your panties to shreds trying to get at your sweet little honey pot." 153 A devilish smile teased at my heart when she said, "I like that pair because they're special to me, but maybe next time, we can negotiate it into the price of our date." 154 Bianca's fingers pulled her dress back into place, covering the pussy I had just devoured away from my view. But we weren't done. The night had only just begun. 155 My body found its way on top of her, and she readily accepted what would be our first kiss of the evening. In the beginning, it was soft and sweet, but as the seconds and minutes went by, our tongues became entwined as she received a taste of her juices on me. It was a gift, and my lips and tongue had plenty to give. 156 "I don't usually kiss my clients." She whispered between kisses. 157 "That makes me feel somewhat special." 158 "It should. Or you could look at it like you're spending a lot of money, and it's my job to do whatever it is that makes you feel, 'special'." 159 Deftly, my experienced lover undid the buttons of my shirt, and one by one she pulled its tail out of my pants. Her moan was almost appreciative as her hand moved up and over my stomach and chest. 160 Like mine earlier, her hands enjoyed the fine art of exploration. They freely roamed over my head and body. They cupped at my still covered ass and crotch. And when she was done with her "field trip", she moved them directly to belt. 161 Moving forward might prove to be a struggle. Taking clothes off in this position seemed to be a task that could damage things. So, I stood and pulled Bianca to her feet beside me. 162 My shirt and pants, like my jacket, were placed neatly on the chair. Bianca's dress, unlike her shoes and panties, was also put in a place of safe keeping 163 "You're exquisite." I told my lover as I gazed at her naked body. 164 "Thank you." 165 "I truly mean it. Your perfection is beyond compare." 166 "Stop. You've already purchased the premium package." 167 "May I?" I asked before moving my hand up her back to her firm and perky breast. Bianca's chuckle seemed sweet. "What?" I asked. 168 "You asked if it would be okay to put your hands on my breasts, but you had no problem sticking your tongue in my pussy without so much as an invitation." 169 It was my turn to chuckle. Even while laughing I allowed my hand to cup the fullness of her breast, and my thumb to move and massage her already hard nipple. 170 "I'm sorry. I should have asked." 171 "Please. Don't be sorry. I'm not sure if you noticed, but I enjoyed myself immensely, and I'm a sure thing." 172 For some reason, when I moved my head down to her chest, the first thing I took into my mouth wasn't a nipple. It wasn't even anything that was attached to either one of her breasts. It was her chain. The long piece of gold that had been hanging down as an ornament to draw your attention to her magnificent cleavage. And like a fish that couldn't resist a shiny object, I sucked the long strand of gold into my mouth. 173 Still in a standing position, neither of us seemed compelled to return to a position on the bed. Now naked, our exploration game had ramped up. When I finally let go of the gold chain, my lips and tongue ventured on the bigger and better thing. And from a standing position, I could feel Bianca's slightly hairy pussy rubbing itself on my rod hard shaft. 174 Returning to her lips for another round of kisses, my lover whispered into my mouth. 175 "Were you serious about wanting a trip to the Greek Isles?" 176 "Deadly serious." 177 "My purse is small, and...I...I...don't have any lube in my bag of tricks." 178 My lips nuzzled at her neck and earlobe. 179 "No need to worry, I brought some." 180 "Seems you thought of everything. 181 Her nervous swallowing sound was easily detected. 182 "Then...maybe we should do the "anal" part now. In case it ruins me for later." 183 "You'll be fine, I promise." 184 ***** 185 The view from behind, while Bianca was in front of me on all fours, was amazing. Her bum hole and pussy lips were spotless. They were completely bald, but her mound held finely groomed hair. And her ass cheeks. Amazing. The perfect size for her body. Firm, smooth, and waiting. 186 Just to get what I had paid for, I gave her ass a few perfectly placed slaps. Each 'spank' got me a quiet yelp from my lover. And when I spread a handful of the strawberry flavored lube across her waiting hole, I felt her entire body shiver as it tensed up. 187 Like any true professional, Bianca didn't even whimper when I sank my first digit into her sweet ass. She pressed back onto me, knowing I was preparing for the bigger plan. And when I believed she was ready, I placed the tip of my cock at her backdoor and started to press forward. 188 "Please go slow, Alex. Nice and slow until it gets all the way in." 189 It took a couple of minutes and a couple of dozen strokes until it was 'all the way in'. And when it was, I stopped to let us both adjust to the sensation. 190 "Ohhh, I didn't think it was going to fit." She said as she moved forward and back, slightly. "You can spank me, while you fuck my ass. If you'd like." My hand slapped gently at the fleshy meat of her firm ass a few times while I started easing myself in and out of her amazing bum hole. "Please, baby...ouch. That hurts so good." The glowing pink handprints on her flesh made me push into her with more passion. 191 The entirely new sensation was far too overwhelming for me. After only a few minutes of being inside of her, I blasted off my very first load of the night. 192 Bianca appeared to be happy it was over and allowed herself to flatten out on the bed. When I had deflated enough to extract myself from within her, without causing any further discomfort, I went in the bedroom and ran the hot water to warm up a facecloth for her. 193 ***** 194 Bianca thanked me when I handed her the white cloth. It was then that she noticed my still semi hard cock, bouncing and dancing in front of her face. 195 "You're going to have to wash that thing off before it tries to disappear into any of my other holes." 196 "What about "anything goes"?" 197 "Sorry Mister. Agreement or not. And I don't care how sexy "you" are, ass to mouth will never happen in my lifetime." 198 ***** 199 As requested, I cleaned myself up and climbed into bed. Nuzzling my face into the floral scent of her neck, I allowed my hands to once again roam the surface of her body. 200 My escort knew her job. She was experienced or had "studied" enough, to know when to advance. So, she knew exactly when and how to take my manhood into her mouth. And like a pro, she sucked me back to hardness. She had prepared me for the next level. 201 "How do you want me, baby?" 202 "On top. Can you ride me?" 203 The tip of her tongue licked up my chin, over my lips and stopped at the end of my nose. She gave it the tiniest of kisses. 204 "Whatever you like, baby." 205 Bianca swung her leg over me. Knees at my hips, she reached between us and gathered up my solid shaft. With deft hands, she used the wetness of her pussy to lubricate the tip before placing it at her entrance and easing herself down on it. 206 "Fuck. That's so good." 207 "You like that baby? You like how your cock feels in my little pussy?" 208 My answer was made by biting down on a hard nipple that rocked like a pendulum above my face. It caused Bianca to moan, and it made her hips gyrate even faster. I did like how it felt. How every muscle inside of her clenched at me. How her body squeezed and held me tight. How it made me feel wanted. How it made me feel like I was where I was meant to be. 209 From mild to almost wild. Bianca's gyrations advanced into powerful thrusts. Her hips lifted off of me until only the head of my cock remained in her. Then she would drop down and bury me in as far as I would go. Her upper body lowered to mine. She pinned me down as her hips continued to pummel me. I could feel her heat and wetness dripping down me. It coated my shaft, my balls, and the sheets below us. I wanted to watch it. I wanted to see my cock abusing the hole of a professional escort, but Bianca's fingers were locked into my hair. Her grip was so strong. With her body pressed to mine, and my head help in the vise of her hands, it wouldn't allow me an inch of movement. 210 "Alex..." 211 "Umhmmm..." I could feel her body tense. I knew she was about to experience her second orgasm of the evening. 212 "Don't...cum in me...please..." Her eyes were closed, and she was biting down on her lips as she tried to enjoy the wave of extasy she was riding. "I'm not protected." 213 An unexpected surge of emotion lifted me. My cock thrust up. Now it was me driving the momentum forward. Every long piercing jab of my cock sank into and bottomed out in my lover. Her screams of passion were matched by my own. When Bianca came, I shot my fertile load deep inside of her. 214 We had an agreement, and for the $3000 I had spent, I wasn't about to pull out, ever. 215 ***** 216 Worth every penny is how I felt the evening went. I was even happy that she had agreed to stay over with me. Still naked and settled in for the night, Bianca broke the silence. 217 "I liked it when you licked my bum earlier?" 218 "Did you?" 219 "Maybe? It was something new for me. And it seems to me, I felt your tongue licking me all over down there." 220 "Is there an "upcharge" for that service?" 221 "You did it to me. Maybe I should be the one paying you." 222 "So, you didn't really mind it.?" 223 "No. I liked it. I was just surprised how a gentleman like yourself, is a dirty boy at heart. But I still thought it was sexy." 224 "I think you're sexy." 225 Her fingers fondled me under the sheets. They felt good on the bare skin of my penis. 226 "Would you be able to cum for me again tonight?" 227 "With you anything is possible. It's highly unlikely, but it certainly is a possibility." 228 "I'm willing to try if you are." 229 "Or we could wait and complete the trio in the morning." 230 "I belong to you, baby. You tell me what you want. You own me for the night." 231 In the darkness, my arms squeezed and pulled her into me, and her head snuggled into my chest. Together, we found a comfortable position, and in the absolute silence of the early morning darkness, we fell into a deep sleep. 232 ***** 233 My phone alarm went off at 7:00am. I honestly didn't think I needed to set one, but after such a long and active evening, I thought it wise. 234 The evening before, I had received almost everything I had requested and paid for. The only thing remaining was a blowjob, and the breakfast I promised the lady beside me in bed. So, I was pleasantly surprised when her hand snaked under the covers and began to stroke my manhood back to life. 235 "Is this included in last night's arrangement?" 236 "It actually isn't. But you can consider it "on the house". 237 The "love making", and I say, 'love making', because that's what it was, was slow and soft. No spanking. No need for "lube". No finishing in her mouth to 'complete the trio'. Just belly to belly, face to face, missionary heaven. 238 I really liked this girl. The one laying under me. Emily. Bianca had disappeared. And when we finished our love making, it didn't even bother me when Emily took my toothbrush into the shower with her. 239 ***** 240 A light but assertive knock came to our door. 241 Sitting upright with a towel wrapped around her still damp hair, and with a sheet covering only the bottom portion of her spectacular breasts, Bianca was allowing the pink tops of her areolas and hard nipples to peek out. That alone was sexy enough. But the way the Egyptian cotton sheet flowed down her side, exposing her naked curve of her back and one entire cheek of her great ass, was something else. It was on another level completely. I smiled as I placed a warning to my bedmate. "I have to answer this. It's our breakfast." 242 "Good, I've worked up an appetite." She said without a moment of hesitation. 243 My eyebrows arched. 244 "Okay." 245 Had our delivery guy been any older, I could have said, "he's probably seen it all", but by the way he fumbled around with his cart, bumped into things, and tried to force himself to stop staring, I was sure he hadn't. And when I handed him his tip. He didn't look down at the bills in his hand. He just said, "Thank you, sir." And stuffed the money into his pocket. 246 His thanks were not directed at the money he received. It was for allowing Bianca to give him a "room service" show of a lifetime. 247 "Did give him a tip?" 248 "A tip? The little shit should have tipped me. The only gratuity he wanted, was you." 249 Bianca gave me the sexiest smile and asked, "Do you think he could afford me?" 250 "Hey, no soliciting other clients while you're still with me." 251 The sheet now glided completely off of Bianca's naked body as she scooched her way to the end of the bed. Having extra plates on the serving cart was a waste of time. My professional lover planned on using just her hands. 252 "I'm famished," she told me as her fingers grabbed at slices of bacon, pieces of melon, and a croissant. 253 "Yeah, I can always eat after an early morning workout." 254 ***** 255 Our date was over when the naked beauty slipped her dress over her head and let it glide down the length of her tall silky body. She then walked to the corner to retrieve her shoes and panties. 256 "Ewwwww. These things are still soaked." Her sexy lace undies were still semi crumpled up. She lifted them with her fingers and handed them my way. "Would you like to keep these as a souvenir?" 257 "Indeed, I would." She tossed the lump of lace onto the chair with my clothes. 258 "Please?" she asked, handing me her gold chain. 259 With the strand of gold in place, I stepped back to once again admire her. 260 "Awwww. The infamous walk of shame," she said. But with $3000 bucks in her Prada purse, I had a feeling she wasn't feeling any shame at all. 261 "I'd be pleased to walk you down." 262 "No. That's not part of the bargain. Plus, I want you to go online and give me a good review." 263 "More like a great review." 264 "So, Alex, did you enjoy yourself last night? Did you like Bianca?" 265 "I did." 266 "And what about this morning. Did you like, Emily?" 267 "No. I "love Emily". And there is a significant difference between the two of you." 268 "What would that be?" 269 "Bianca's a dream. Emily is tangible. Emily's my reality. She's the love of my life." 270 "You're too sweet." 271 Bending down, I couldn't resist the temptation to touch the inside of her smooth leg and the arch of her foot as I helped slip on her Jimmy Choo's. 272 "What do you have planned for today?" 273 "I have to pick the kids up at mom's house by noon. She wants me to have lunch with her and dad. I think she wants me to go over one of their investments. It isn't performing very well." 274 "You have kids?" I asked in mock horror. 275 "I do. And since you thought it was fine to come in me last night, and again this morning, I might just be pregnant again." 276 "Wow. It surprises me that you have kids." 277 "It shouldn't. The little shits are also yours." 278 "Prove it." I said as my hand and fingers slipped up into the slight gap between her legs. I wanted more of her. I wanted to touch the cheeks of her firm ass one more time before she left. 279 "Proving it is easy. All they have to do is stand beside you. Anyone who isn't vision impaired can see the resemblance." Pulling my hand from between her legs, "I have to run." She gave me a quick kiss. "You're insatiable." 280 A quick kiss was best. It would quell any thoughts of using up the remaining time we still had available before we needed to vacate the room. 281 "Alex." 282 "Yeah, babe." 283 "Don't forget, we have the banquet tomorrow night." 284 "This time, I did remember. Do you know why I remembered?" 285 "Tell me." She said with a smile. 286 "Because. I know how important it is to you." 287 Leaning in, her lips landed flush on mine. Quick kiss be damned. 288 "Next year, I think I want to do that "Naughty School Girl" thing. I've already picked out the coolest little outfit. You get to be a handsome professor. And you get to use a paddle on my bum when I'm bad." Her hand touched the front of my pants. I was already starting to swell up. "Oh, look at this. I see someone else also likes that idea of a sexy student touching him." 289 "Em, "we" love, all your ideas." 290 "I know you do. Happy Anniversary honey." 291 "Happy Anniversary, "Bianca". I'll see you at home." 292 https://www.literotica.com/s/apply-within-1 My office building was just off the Ronald Reagan Freeway. Not far from the San Fernando Valley. Not that far from anything actually. 294 Our floor space was about 8000 square feet, about 7500 more than my business partner and I actually needed. But since Robert and I had our roots in the real estate industry, and we knew a great deal when we saw one, we scooped the place off the market before anyone else could. It was a steal. A risk worth taking. 295 We owned the entire top floor, with roof access. Eight executive offices. Each with their own private restroom. A boardroom. A lunchroom. A weight and workout room. And of course, a kitchen area. The place had it all. Floor to ceiling windows, the kind with internal blinds. All the framing was done with black metal. Everywhere you looked, it looked good. 296 No expense was spared, because the previous owners were once in the "Recordable Media Manufacturing" business. They were backed by someone with very deep pockets. But, like so many start-up companies and ideas, theirs didn't work out for them. Back then, they thought that the next big thing in the music industry was USB sticks filled with pre-recorded music. They had a solid game plan. Online ordering with a Bazillion different selections to add to a multitude of assorted playlists. Preplanned playlists based on algorithms some computer chose for you. The only issues they didn't foresee was the industry making it so much easier for the consumer, by having options like Spotify, Apple Music, and other music share sites. 297 Apparently, no one told them about these services. CD's, DVDs, and traditional media had been dying a slow death for many years and will soon be buried away with many other tech companies leaving only a gigantic 8-track / cassette shaped tombstone as a marker. 298 As sad as it was for them, their loss was our gain. We purchased the entire space for pennies on the dollar. 299 Just like that, Robert Jones, and Sam Taylor opened "Jones & Taylor Productions." 300 Our industry wasn't new. It supplied your wants. We rented out shooting locations. Homes, warehouse space, empty land, city streets or any other setting requested and required in the entertainment world. We provided accessibility for anyone in the film industry who needed it. Commercials, television shows, movies. Anything. In fact, when requested, we even rented out our own offices. Well, not our own, but the vacant offices and spaces on our floor. They were furnished and, like ours, each had their own restrooms. So, when someone needed to film an office scene for their movie or series, we rented out the space they needed. 301 Like I told you earlier, Robert and I once worked in real estate. Still dabbling at times. It's good to stay connected. So, besides owning a number of properties. We also had clients willing to rent us their facilities, if the price was right. And with companies with very vast budgets, the price was always right. 302 From the very start, our business model had been good, but busy. Too good. Too busy. So, we required a third person. And probably a fourth. As of late, Robert had been doing most of the location scouting. I was working long hours handling everything else. But the day is only so long, and we were in dire, immediate, need of someone, man or woman. A person who possessed the required office skills. Someone who could write up contracts and take charge of the other things. An extra hand would go a very long way. 303 We hadn't had much luck finding anyone. Robert even went so far as to post a "APPLY WITHIN" notice on the bulletin board in the building's lobby. Not one taker. 304 Our ad had been posted online for the longest of times. We both assumed it looked fine. We double and triple checked every detail. It all matched. But in three weeks, nothing. And three weeks in the real world, a world where you need help, can seem like an eternity. 305 When not one person responded, we rethought our position. Over a couple of cocktails at The Nectar, Robert and I thought it a good idea to up our offered stipend by five more dollars per hour. With a great deal of confidence, we re-posted our ad. 306 Monday and Tuesday had nothing, but Wednesday, God bless fucking Wednesday, was the day that changed my life. 307 ***** 308 Going through my usual routine, I unlocked the place, put my lunch in the fridge, and started a fresh pot of coffee. The place had one of those fancy assorted flavor machines, but I prefer fresh brewed. I enjoy the smell. While it was brewing, I logged in to my computer and put on a little background music. 309 Ten minutes later, with a full mug of steaming heaven at my side, I was ready to take on the world. 310 In the background, some kind of easy listening noise was coming out of the speakers. Had I been more ambitious, I would have gotten up and chosen a different playlist. The music was not loud enough to drown out the phones or a normal conversation, but it was loud enough to keep me from hearing the door open. 311 From behind the glass walls of my office, I detected movements out of the corner of my eye. 312 With no alarm, buzzer, or doorbell, I had no true idea of how long our guest had been standing in the foyer area. Much to my surprise, a young lady was standing just in front of our reception area. 313 Jumping up from my desk, I almost raced to the half wall that separated the offices from the front door. 314 "Hi. Sorry. I didn't hear you come in. Have you been waiting long?" 315 "Not really." 316 The young woman looked nervous. Very nervous. I'd have to guess she was in her early twenties and probably didn't have a ton of work or job interview experience. Which could possibly explain her tense behavior. I stuck out my hand and greeted her. 317 "Sam. Sam Taylor. So glad you could make it." 318 "Kyra." 319 "Kyra, it's very nice to meet you. Did you send us an email? I didn't see anything." 320 "No. My friend referred me. Plus, the address was online." 321 "Perfect. Perfect. Glad to hear you didn't have any trouble finding the place." 322 She shook her head no. I'd have to make note to thank Robert later for having the foresight to add the address to the job posting. 323 Upon first glance, I noted that if we ended up hiring this young lady and continued to get busier, there would come a time where we would need to discuss proper work attire. Something we should talk about with her and any other new staff. 324 Kyra's white muscle shirt looked good on her, really good, but it was lacking a bra. And it was a little on the tight side. The size and shape of her breasts was clearly visible. As were her semi erect black nipples trying to poke their way through the cotton. And the yoga pants, wow, they also looked at least one size too small for her curvy frame. I wasn't complaining, but in this world, you can't be too careful. I knew there would be those who found her attire offensive. Maybe even a bit too provocative to work in an office. 325 Clothing aside, I could tell by the way Kyra's hair was tucked back behind her ears and the way she was clutching her large shoulder bag that she was all business. She was here for the job. 326 "Come on back. We'll go to my office. It's much more comfortable than doing this out here." 327 "I would imagine," Kyra said and followed me. 328 "Make yourself at home." My hand gestured toward any one of the big leather chairs or to an overstuffed leather sofa. "Are you okay with us going over a few questions first?" 329 She sat on one of the chairs by my desk and I pulled a folder from my drawer. A list of questions I had comprised. I had aptly marked "Employee Questions" on the top of the list. 330 "Water or coffee?" I pointed to the bottle and mug sitting on my desk. 331 "Sure. I'd love a water, and a few questions to start us off might make it easier." 332 Water. Check. Question list. Check. We were ready to go. 333 I could see her foot shaking through the glass top of my desk. The dainty flip flop moving about. Following the nervous arch and movement of its owner, I also noticed the pair of gold chains wrapped around the skin of her dark brown ankle. 334 "So, Kyra. What brings you here today?" 335 "Mostly money. It's the number one factor for me. I'm broke. My share of next month's rent is coming up fast. So, I need a job as soon as possible." 336 "How did you find out about us?" We had advertised in a couple of spots. Asking where and how might make it easier for us the next time we planned on doing some hiring. 337 "My friend Kimber. She's done it a couple of times. She told me that the money is good, and the work is pretty enjoyable. You know..." 338 "I do know. Knowing someone who has done it gives you the inside track." 339 Kyra's head bobbed in agreement. 340 Asking a number of other questions, I found Kyra's answers... different. Not off putting or concerning. Just... different. 341 Without a single check mark in one of the "negative" boxes, I thought it would be worthwhile to move on to the second phase. 342 "Kyra, let me tell you a bit about ourselves." 343 She was now paying complete attention. 344 "We're a fairly straight forward company to do business with. We're busy beyond belief. Our collective client base is growing and is impressive. Our connection with many of the larger studios and many of the independent ones has grown. So, there will be clients who will pop over for a meeting unannounced every now and then. Some you might recognize and know. But we try to remain calm because, at times, it's hard not to be starstruck." 345 "Really?" 346 "Yes, really. Just the other day, one of the leads in a sitcom came in. She wants to venture out on her own. She's starting to produce... sorry. I'm getting off track. My point is, we have lots of people coming in who you might recognize." 347 "Will I be working with any of them?" 348 "More than likely. We tend to take care of the needs of those who pay us. But you'll start off under me first. You and I will work directly together to start. On the job training if you will. It will help me to get a feel for what you're capable of handling. From there, you'll start doing more and more on your own. We'd love to see you do as much solo stuff as possible. Your ability to work independently is big for us." 349 Her puffy black nipples hardened under her t-shirt. They were erect and staring right at me. Whatever she was thinking made her curl her upper lip into her mouth and bite down on it. 350 "Oh. Sweet. I love solo stuff. Working alone is one of my favorites." She must have noticed a look on my face. "Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with being under you to start out." 351 "Great. Let's make a short list of things you will do, won't do, and are willing to learn." 352 Picking up my pen, I started to scratch down a few words. Kyra must have taken this part of the interview as a negative. 353 "Mr. Taylor. I wasn't joking. I need the cash. So, even if I haven't tried something, I'm more than willing to give it a go. And I'm sure you'll be more than happy with the outcome while I'm under you. You'll see how fast of a learner I am." 354 "It can be a fast-paced environment. Are you sure you can handle it?" 355 "Fast. Slow. Whatever way you want it. I promise, I'll make it work." 356 "We might need to work a few extra hours in the beginning to get it right." 357 "Whatever it takes. I promise. I'm the girl you want and need." 358 What a professional I thought to myself. A young girl with limited experience, who was more than willing to learn something new on the fly. She should be an inspiration to all those looking for employment. 359 "Kyra, you sound very accommodating." 360 The foot tapping had slowed. The flipflops just kind of dangled at this point. And instead of biting her lip, she was now moving her tongue over both her puffy red lips. The wetness of her saliva accentuating their red beauty. 361 "I will be. You'll see." 362 My only issue was her looks. She was a beauty. Would this become a problem? A twenty something black woman with an amazing, curvy body, working with a pair of white guys in their thirty's. I wondered if it might become a distraction for us. Her long, jet-black hair, straightened to perfection. Her dark shiny skin, showing off her flawless complexion. Both of us would have to get over ourselves. Or maybe we should take a pass and see what the future holds as far as other interview prospects. 363 To hell with all of that. The poor girl needed a job and who were we to stand in the way. Fuck the prudes in the world who wouldn't or couldn't accept her beauty and sexuality. Robert and I would have to make a conscious decision to always act professionally around her. Period. 364 Pulling my spare laptop out of a filing cabinet was the second step. Moving over to the window, I plugged it in near a table by the big leather sofa. 365 "There we go. I just have this set-up for the final part of the process. I'll get you to come over here and we'll take a look at what you have. If it's the right fit, and I'm more than sure it will be, you'll have yourself a job." 366 Kyra stood up in front of me. The tight yoga pants rode up a bit in her crotch. It was now a magnificent camel toe if there ever was one. And those nipples. Those spectacular fucking nipples on those firm and perky titties. Goddamn it! I failed already. Just by looking at her inappropriately put me in the gray area of sexual harassment. Jesus Christ, I was already going to have to report myself to the Human Resources Department for poor conduct if I continued to check out her body. If we ever hire an HR department, I reminded myself. That's why, when and if, she accepts the job, we will have to talk about proper office attire. 367 "Mr. Taylor," she said as she walked around my desk and stood beside me. "Is it okay if I call you Sam? I mean, considering our workplace bond, it might help to make things work smoother." 368 "By all means. Call me whatever makes you comfortable." 369 "I'll remember that Sam. And by all means, feel free to call me whatever you like as well." 370 Stepping toward the open laptop, I thought she would follow. Instead, she picked up the large shoulder bag she had brought into the office with her. 371 "Sam, are you all right with me using your restroom to freshen up and get ready?" 372 My head nodded. I wanted to tell her that there wasn't much to prepare for. I was just going to ask her to show me how well she used Word and a few of the other programs we used around the office. I wanted to be sure she could type faster than my two-finger two step on the keyboard. But I was too focused on prepping the laptop. 373 The door closed behind Kyra. Seconds later, I heard some water running in my well-stocked, full-sized bathroom. Like I said, the guys who redid this place did a top-notch job. If I wanted to, I could live here. 374 With everything set up, I found myself standing by the window, looking out over the horizon. People from all walks of life moved about below me. Racing down the highways and roadways going God knows where. Speaking of God knows where. Where the hell was Robert. I knew full well he wouldn't be back until much later in the day, but it would have been great for him to meet Kyra before I just up and hired her. 375 Water being turned off caught my attention. I touched the screen of the laptop and noticed the glare from outside was a bit harsh. It only took a few seconds to correct the problem. With the push of a button, the internal window blinds lowered. It really didn't darken the room, but the glare on the screen all but disappeared. 376 Bent over, I logged in the Wi-Fi password and pulled up a couple of screens that I wanted Kyra to work on. From behind me, I heard her say, "Oh. Looks like we have a bit of privacy." 377 "Not much privacy needed. From this angle, no one can see into the office. Plus, the windows are reflective from the outside. It helps, but I find that there's still some glare on the screen on most computers." 378 "Oh...I see." 379 I didn't bother to look up from the task at hand because I was just about finished. 380 "There we go. All set up for you. I'm going to let you go ahead and give it your best shot." 381 Fainting would have been a first for me. Never, in any part of the game plan, for any guy who's in his twenties or thirties, was fainting cool. Hell, it probably isn't in any dude's game plan. But I almost did. It fucking near happened to me. And I consider myself in good shape when it comes to controlling my emotions. 382 Staying completely quiet would have been the correct move. I'm sure saying, "Jesus Fucking Christ. You look absolutely amazing," wasn't what you screamed out to a potential new hire. Unfortunately, those were the first words that came out of my mouth when I turned toward Kyra. 383 "Thank you," she said shyly. 384 Shyly? Why would she even be the least bit shy. Hell. Why was she nervous when she arrived earlier? 385 While she was in the restroom 'to freshen up and get ready', meant stripping off what she was wearing and putting on the tiniest, sexiest, laciest set of white bra and panties I had ever seen. And in her hand, to top off the ensemble, was a glass dildo and a small tube of what I was assuming was, lube. Yep. A clear piece of glass shaped like a penis. All see through and phallus shaped. And a tube of lube. Who brings lube and a dildo to a job interview. What the fuck was going on. 386 "Why...why...are you..." 387 Kyra could clearly see me staring at her hand. Holding it up, she put the tip of the glass cock against her lip. 388 "When you mentioned solo stuff, I was surprised. But Kimber told me to be ready for anything, so I came prepared. I had this in my bag, so I brought it out. Do you want me to start with this, or do you want to get right to the me under you part?" 389 Who is this Kimber' and what had she told Kyra about job expectations? Lost, I put my hands up in surrender. I should have asked what she thought the interview entailed. But as a red-blooded male, albeit sometimes dense, I looked at her semi-nude body and thanked Christ for my good fortune. 390 "Your..." I tried to clear my suddenly very dry throat, but it came out in a cackle. "Your, choice." 391 Making her way toward my office sofa, her hips swayed more seductively than anything I could remember seeing. 392 Her dark brown skin blended in perfectly with the dark brown leather. I watched her put her feet up and use her legs to lift her butt off the cushion. Using both hands, she pulled the lacy white panties down her smooth legs. When exposed, it didn't surprise me at all that her pussy was equally as smooth. 393 My jaw was slack and I could feel that my mouth was open and gaping like a fish out of water. With no idea what was going on, or why it was happening, I should have put a stop to it, but I didn't. I couldn't. This sort of action on work premises had to be against company policy. If we had an HR department, I'm sure they would agree. 394 But, instead of stopping her, I quietly looked on as her deft fingers unclipped her lacy bra to fully expose her breasts. Something no woman had done for me in recent history. 395 "Do you prefer me laying down or can I sit like this?" 396 She once again had the lube and glass appendage in her hands. My hands had no idea what to do with themselves, so I spread and raised them in the air, as if to give off a "you do you", look. 397 Kyra placed a very thin line of lube on the length of the glass dildo and, when she had what she determined was enough, she used two of her fingers to smooth the gel over and around the shaft until it was adequately coated. She rubbed the remaining gel directly onto the waiting lips of her pussy. 398 Chapter 2.2 Somewhere between the time when her fingers rubbed the gel onto her pussy and when she sank the glass cock into the pinkest pussy I had ever witnessed in my life, I let out a moan. I knew fully well that we were alone. All alone. Yet the noise had startled me enough that I still looked away and checked the door leading to the hall and elevator. 400 Eyes closed, Kyra's head was tilted back. All of the focus she had was on her own pleasure. Her right hand guided and directed the slick tool on her innermost depths while her left jumped around. It flicked nipples. It mashed and mauled at her perky breasts. And when the occasion seemed right, it lowered itself until it found a home on her clit. 401 Unlike some of the porn movies I'd watched, Kyra's hand didn't fly over her clit with some kind of frantic slashing motion. Instead, it worked in smooth and controlled circular motions. And the object she was putting inside of herself wasn't being rammed in. It was used in a much gentler, gliding, massaging way. She was in her own moment. 402 "Fuucckk...oh, baby. Fuck, Sam...I don't usually...not like...this..." 403 Kyra's ass cheeks were completely off the leather cushion. A mixture of her juices and the lubricating gel frothed up around the lips of her pussy. And just by the way her body was reacting, I knew very well that she was actually coming. 404 When her explosion finally ceased and her levitating ass once again settled down onto the sofa, the leather immediately coated with her juice, Kyra looked at it, then me and smiled. 405 "I know that parts supposed to be for show, but...wow, it was a real as it gets. I couldn't stop myself." 406 I could only nod at her words. 407 "Looks like someone enjoyed the show. Or was at least, impressed." Her eyes were on my crotch. 408 Impressed? Damn. That was an understatement. I wasn't about to faint now, but holy fuck did my knees feel weak. It was at this point that. I became fully aware of my manhood rearing its ugly head. Looking down, I could see the obvious tent in the front of my Haggar's. Yeah, I'd say I was impressed. Who wouldn't be? 409 "It...well...yeah...it was...amazing. You seem to be very...talented." 410 Perhaps I had been out of the mainstream work force for too long. Was this how all new hires interviewed for potential jobs. Damn. I was planning on calling Robert as soon as Kyra left to inform him that I would be doing every single interview from this point on. 411 "Is this okay on here?" Kyra was asking if she could put the still soaked dildo on the table by the sofa. I almost wanted to tell her to hand it to me. For safekeeping purposes, of course. 412 "Sure. You can put it anywhere." 413 Really? 'You can put it anywhere'. Hell. I just saw it in the exact place where it was designed to go. 'Anywhere'. Man, I had to get a grip on myself. 414 "What's next? I'm ready when you are. We can start with me going down on you or, if you want, you can feel free to eat me out. The lube is flavored. When you go down on me, you'll see how well I respond to it. I mean...wow...I love it. I'm very vocal about it, and I'm sure the way I act while I'm getting licked, well, it's something you'll like." 415 After a few long seconds, my hesitation finally registered with the naked beauty on my sofa. "I'm sorry. You're the director. You tell me the next scene. If you want to get right to the fucking, we can start right now." 416 Fucking? Did she just say, fucking? Why she said it was again, beyond me. This interview had gone to hell in a hurry. I was now just along for the ride. But the idea had me dripping precum into my Hanes. So much so that I was sure the front of my Haggar's would soon have a wet spot on them. 417 The last time I had sex was too long ago for a guy my age. I tried to play it off on being busy but, by most recollections, it was due to me being nerdy. My memory was foggy but not totally lost. I could clearly recall the last time I got laid. I remember it fondly. It was a cutesy little Asian girl I had met at the Blue Palms. It was a one-night stand at her place. And, as fun as it was for me, I hoped she had as much fun as I had. My biggest regret was that we never ended up exchanging info. I left in the morning while she was still asleep. I haven't seen her in a bar around there since. 418 Kyra used the word director when she was asking what I wanted her to do next. So, I felt free to say, "Tell you what. You're the star. You tell me what you would prefer to do." 419 "Man. Kimber told me that you guys were really professional. But I can honestly say, I wasn't expecting this kind of treatment." 420 Who the fuck is this 'Kimber? Had we met? I thought. 421 "Okay, Sam. If that's what you want, I'll take the lead. We'll do it like most scripts we see. I'll suck you for a while. If you feel like busting a nut, tell me. My face and titties are good to go. I have no problem with that. But my hair is off limits. I work too hard getting it right, so I don't want to be washing your jizz out of it." 422 She used her finger to beckon me closer and, when I got close enough, she started to undo my belt. "Or...if you feel like it, you can pop your nut right into my mouth. I'll open wide and show the load to the camera. Then I'll swallow it." 423 She looked up at my eyes as she undid my zipper. "Kimber says, if I make you cum first it will give you time to recuperate while you're licking out my honeypot. Sound good?" 424 I nodded in agreement. 425 This interview had gone way, way, way, off track. There would be no recovering from it. I could have stopped it, but I wasn't about to. She was naked and undoing my pants. Doing nothing to correct it, I looked down at her fingers working at my zipper. 426 When my pants hit the floor, I kicked the pants and my shoes toward the wall. Standing in front of Kyra with only my Hanes hiding my boner, I almost whimpered when she pulled them down to expose me. 427 "Oh, thank Christ." 428 "What?" I asked. Looking down, I tried to see what she was looking at. Did she expect to see a penis riddled with festering sores? "What?" I asked again. 429 "Nothing...it's just that...oh my god. I was so worried. I've seen a bunch of these movies, and all the other girls talked about how some of the talent is so huge that it hurts them. I mean, I'm so relieved by your size. It will fit me just perfect." 430 What the actual fuck? I wasn't hurt, but it made me wonder. 431 Relieved? Was it a compliment or some kind of shit talk about my dick being smaller than she expected. There must have been a strange look on my face. Because she continued with, "No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. It's a nice cock. And it's the perfect size for me. It's just that I thought someone might try to ram a tree stump into me today." 432 Her words weren't helping. And I would have probably gone limp in a second had her ruby red lips not wrapped themselves over and around the tip and head of my cock. 433 In the distance, I heard the landline ring. It might have been the second time. The other time might have been when Kyra had her glass friend stuffed up inside of her, I couldn't be sure. Because while that was going on, I was deafened by the sound of wet meat being worked over. 434 This time, I was more than aware of my surroundings. Mostly because I was looking for a place to land when I lost consciousness and passed out, I didn't want to hit any solid objects on my way down. 435 My knees weakened. I could feel myself wanting to crumble. Kyra sucked every single bit of me into her mouth and throat. It was... heaven. I wanted to grab her head and thrust myself into her face, but I clearly recalled what she told me about her hair. I knew coming on it was off limits but was holding her head a no-no also. Risking it all, I touched the side of her head as she bobbed on and sucked me. When it didn't alarm her, I placed my other hand on the other side. Both hands were filled with her straightened black locks. 436 Her mouth continued its work and my hips started moving without being prompted. 437 The wetness of her mouth and the technique she used on me with her tongue was matchless. Kyra's oral skills, in my limited experience, were unrivaled. 438 "Shit...Kyra...you...oh my God...you do that so well." 439 Her "Umhmmm..." humming sent a vibration down my entire shaft and into my balls. It was like she had lit the fuse to a bundle of ready and waiting dynamite. 440 Using her tongue to form a valley on the under size of my shaft, she swallowed everything she could. I was bottomed out, yet she still tried to get my balls into her mouth as well. 441 Her beautiful black face was crammed full of my cock. Her ruby red lips, forming a perfect "O". And suction like no other, took me over the edge. 442 "Kyra, I'm..." 443 "Dowa wit when-webber you womp," she mumbled with her mouth full. 444 Even as my load was blasting into her mouth, I thought I may have made the wrong decision. In the past, I had girls who had swallowed my load. But never, not even once, had one of them offered to let me cum on their face. Today would have been the day. And the idea of globs of my milky semen dripping down the smooth black skin of her face seemed epic. 445 "Wet whoa." I understood the request to "let go", and it surprised me. 446 Shocked, I realized my grip on the sides of Kyra's head was still intact. Releasing her hair and head I did some preemptive damage control and checked for any issues my hands wrapped in her hair might have caused. And while I was looking down she looked up and started pulling my cock out of her mouth. 447 Wow. Just as she had earlier described it, I busted my nut in her mouth and she opened wide to show me. Squishing it around with her pointed tongue she made a big production over how she swallowed it. It was so dirty and so sexy, my recovery time would probably only be seconds. 448 "Wow Sam. I have to tell you. That's one hell of a load. You must have been saving it up for a bit." 449 "I...well...it's been...awhile...thanks...for doing..." 450 "No problem baby. Whenever you want to pay me back, I'm all yours." 451 Kyra's legs were parted enough to show off the glistening slit of her pink little pussy. The moisture and excitement were very evident to me. But going down on a woman I had only known for a little over an hour seemed almost forbidden. And I loved the idea of it. 452 I loved it enough to get down on my knees in front of her and start lapping away. My hands filled with her sexy flesh and my tongue busy burying itself into her finest hole. 453 "Damn, Baby. I can feel your tongue up inside of me." 454 There was no sense in acknowledging her. Besides, when I was done with my part, my tongue, nose, fingers and maybe even a few toes would be covered with her secretions. 455 Kyra's pussy was spectacular. An engorged clit the size of a pecan. Full, meaty, juicy lips. Perfectly groomed with a smooth, stubble-free mound. It was wet and oozing gallons of love cream. 456 Kyra smelled and tasted almost floral. Perhaps too clean. I don't know why, but I was expecting something a little bolder. Not pungent, just more fragrant. 457 "Oh, yeah baby. Fuck me with that dirty old tongue and those nasty fingers. You...can...fuck yes...lick my cunt Baby." 458 When I told her that she was the star, I wasn't kidding. Nothing about this was like any porn movie I had ever watched. 459 Kyra could have cared less about how she handled my hair. She pulled at it. She held it. She even put her juice filled fingers through it. And like other girls in the movies, her hips lifted and bucked. She was fucking my face. 460 "That's it, Daddy. Just like that. Suck and bite my big ole clit you sexy fucker." 461 My technique, unlike hers, wasn't perfect. But trying hard wasn't anything new to me. 462 Placing a pair of digits at her opening, I eased them in. It drew a series of coos when they reached what we both knew to be, her G spot 463 "Awwwwwwww fuuuuuucccccccckkkkkk that...just like..." 464 Yes. Just like... 'that'. 465 With my fingers buried where I wanted them, I made the move with my tongue. A long series of quick licks, flicks, and caresses on her hard nub sent her entire body into a seizure. 466 Throwing everything my fingers and mouth could give out, I was rewarded with the ultimate gift. 467 Kyra stopped moving, pulled my face against her throbbing pussy, and sank into orgasmic bliss. 468 "Oh my God, Sam...that was...amazing..." 469 Considering where my mouth had just been, I assumed that nothing else was off limits. 470 Kissing my way up her mound, and over the flatness of her belly, I ended my journey when my lips clenched onto one of her amazingly hard nipples. Sucking one of them into my mouth, I used the tip of my tongue of trace circles around her rock-hard nipple and puffy areola. 471 "Ohhhh...I like that. My titties get so sensitive after I cum." 472 Each boob received the same amount of attention. I suckled and chewed each of them. I would say until I had my fill, but there would be no such thing. I would never have my fill or be tired of them. But I did want to move up to taste her other lips. 473 My naked body was practically covering hers. I could feel the heat of her pussy trying to melt my cock and the points of her nipples trying their very best to pierce the skin on my chest, but when her ruby red lips touched mine, it was as good as everything else we had done up until this point. 474 "Kimber was right. You guys are the sweetest." Her moans blew warm breaths into my mouth, and I loved it. 475 Our tongues danced together to a tango only heard by those involved in sexually explicit acts. This position was so good. It was a great place to be. Moving from it wasn't even crossing my mind. But Kyra had other ideas. 476 Squeezing her hand and arm between our two bodies, she fished around until she caught what she wanted. Seconds later, I lifted my hips enough so that she could move the tip of my cock to her waiting opening. 477 "Fuck, Baby. Put it in me now. Do it while my nipples and pussy are still throbbing. Please." 478 Her please fell on deaf ears. The one begging should have been me. 479 "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Yep. Yeah. Fuck, yeah." 480 With a smooth yet powerful push forward, I buried myself into Kyra's waiting pussy. And far be it for me to say, but it felt very tight to me. Maybe I wasn't a tree stump, but I did seem to be filling her up. 481 In the background, I could hear the phone ringing again. It was at least the second time. What would people think if we didn't answer? My cell buzzed again. At least the third time for it. At this point, all I could think was, "Who the fuck cares?" Because nothing was more important to me than what was happening right here, right now. 482 How could I care when every ripple and muscle in Kyra's pussy hugged my manhood. Every inch of her of sexy body made my cock feel special. Every single...damn. 483 The fucking phone rang again. 484 "Should...you...answer...it?" Kyra asked between thrusts. 485 "Starting tomorrow, that will be your job." 486 An odd and strange smile appeared on her beautiful face. And almost as if driven by what I said, her hips started moving faster. Like they were trying to smash her sex against mine. 487 Thrust after thrust, I was fighting a battle I couldn't possibly win. My cock was the lone soldier, and it was completely surrounded by a fleshy foe. A foe who was in complete charge and control of the battlefield. 488 I could feel every single inch of her insides caressing me. Every ripple of her wet and glorious pussy holding me tight. Holding me for ransom. Trying to extract payment from deep down in my shaft. 489 "Kyra...I'm..." 490 "Creampie...I love it...do it in me." 491 Excitement had overtaken my brain. Unprotected sex in any world was crazy. But having unprotected sex with a girl I knew nothing about, except for the fact that she was broke and in need of a job, made the idea the most idiotic thing I had ever done in my life. Even dumb guys know this isn't a great idea. Yet there I was, frozen, blasting a load of potent baby gravy into the girl pinned beneath me. 492 "Damn...Sam...that's so freakin hot. I can feel you throbbing inside of me." 493 My hips were still gyrated and thrusted. My cock still begging for more attention from this sexy creature. Everything about her was driving me wild. And for the second time, I put my lips on her puckered pillows and drove my tongue into her mouth. The length and passion of our kiss seemed crazy. 494 "Wow. You're so cool. Thank you so much for making this interview so easy for me." 495 My hand found its way up to her ear and neck. Using my thumb, I caressed her cheek. "This was the craziest interview in my entire life. I haven't done many, but this one, Jesus. If they could all go like this, I'd die a very happy man." 496 Kyra pulled herself out from under me and stood. A large dollop of cum oozed out of her freshly pounded pussy and painted the inside of her brown thigh. She smiled, shook her perfect ass, and headed toward the restroom. 497 In some cases, once people do "adult" things to one another, they seem to loosen their inhibitions. Krya was one of those people. Without the door being closed, I could clearly hear her peeing. And when she flushed, she started to sing and hum while she used a facecloth and washed herself up. 498 When she returned to me, her body was covered with the same outfit she had on when our interview first began. Yeah, the sexy bra and panties were back in place. 499 "So, should we talk about the contract now. Or did you want to try something else?" 500 Suddenly, I felt a bit self-conscious. Kyra was dressed, even if it was only lingerie, she had me beat. Yep. I was sitting there naked. My semi-hard cock still throbbing, soaked with a mixture of our love juices and stuck to the side of my inner thigh. Her being an absolute goddess. Me being...well...just me. 501 "Let me...I'll...be right back." 502 I used the same facecloth she had used. So, what if it had a bit of her DNA and a lot of mine on it. I didn't care. Why would I? My mouth had been everywhere the piece of fluffy cotton had. Maybe even a few more. 503 As I finished buttoning the last button of my shirt, I suggested the rooftop sun deck to Kyra. It had a great view and shade if needed. Of course you could hear the sounds of the city below us, but they weren't loud, and there was plenty of privacy. 504 "You have a sun deck here? Kimber never mentioned it." 505 "It's a terrace sort of thing. It's cool. Come on, I'll show you." 506 "Should I...?" Her hands making a gesture to her body dressed only in lace. 507 "You're fine. We own it. No one else has access." 508 "Sweet." 509 Yes, it was. And yes, she was. 510 ***** 511 Kyra took in the surroundings, and it was easy to tell how impressed she was. The look was written all over her face. 512 "Wow. This is crazy. Do you ever work up here?" 513 "Not often, but sometimes I'll bring up my laptop or make a few phone calls. Especially when the weather is nice." 514 "I love it. I'd...I'd live up here." 515 I almost laughed, but I wasn't quite certain she was kidding. Having already told me about her rent situation, she might be completely serious. 516 Kyra put her hands on her knees, shook her head to move her straightened black hair and put on her professional face. 517 "So, Mr. Taylor. How long will it be before I can expect a job offer?" 518 Putting on a straight face, I answered in the same business-like tone she had used on me. 519 "Well Kyra. The interviewing process has been long and rigorous, but we at Jones and Taylor Productions are more than confident you have all the capabilities to fulfill the needs of this position." 520 Her hands made tiny, rapid-fire claps. 521 "Yay. How soon can I start?" 522 "Does tomorrow work for you?" 523 "It works perfect. Should I give you a schedule of my cycle. So, you can make arrangements to work around those days, or do we just shoot different scenes?" 524 "What...?" 525 "Oh, and Sam, do I get paid after every shoot, or do I have to wait for a paycheck?" 526 Chapter 2.3 "Weekly. I hadn't really considered it, but I assume, weekly is best." 528 "Oh...I'm not very experienced. Originally, I thought I'd only be doing one or two per month, like Kimber, but weekly will help me get ahead on my bills for sure. That means I can keep my other job at Starbucks, even if I only work there part-time." 529 Kyra's excitement had me baffled. 530 "One or two, what?" 531 The smile kind of disappeared from her face. 532 "Movies." 533 "Movies?" 534 "Yes, movies. Sorry. I don't have the industry lingo down yet. Do you just call them pornos, or does that offend people?" 535 "What?" 536 "The movies. Do you guys call them porn or pornos" 537 "Kyra, I'm not sure what you're talking about." But deep in my heart, I did. I had figured out exactly what she was talking about. It hurt that any sign of a smile her face had once shown was gone. "We don't make movies here. We rent things to people who do." 538 "But...Kimber...she told me...she gave me the address...she..." 539 "I'm sorry, Kyra. I've never heard the name Kimber until today." 540 "But...this is the place. I'm sure of it." 541 Fumbling around in her purse, Kyra pulled out her phone. Fingering her way through the screen, she pushed play on a video she had queued up and handed it to me. 542 A naked blonde was having sex on a desk. It was a short video, only a clip, and I didn't get a very long look at her face, but I knew one thing for sure, we didn't know one another. 543 "Like I said, I've never met her before." 544 Handing me back the phone, Kyra pushed play again. 545 "Not her. Look at the office." 546 "What the fuck?" I couldn't stop myself. The words just came out. 547 Sure enough, Kimber was filmed getting fucked on a desk in the office next to mine. I could easily see out the window and immediately recognized the surroundings. The company who rented the office for a movie shoot, the two super friendly Jewish kids, were evidently making weekend porn movies in our fucking offices. Literally, our fucking offices. 548 Standing, I went over to the outdoor bar and kitchen area. It was still morning but fuck it. I pulled out a bottle of Chablis and a pair of glasses. Without asking, I opened and poured. Kyra accepted the glass from me and drank half of its contents before I took my first sip. 549 Sitting quietly, we both looked out over the city. Five minutes after I poured the first glasses, I poured two more and set the newly empty bottle on the ground by my chair. 550 "So, there's not really a job? Is this like one of those fake porn things where you bang an unsuspecting broke girl? You fuck us and don't offer us a job." 551 "No. Not at all. There actually is a job. We're looking for an office assistant. Have been for a while. That's why I was so happy to see you when you showed up." 552 "Wait. You actually do have a job?" 553 I nodded my head. 554 "What does that job pay?" 555 "Thirty dollars an hour." Her face was contorted. It looked like it was in pain. Feeling like I had to defend myself, I added, "That's almost double the minimum wage." 556 "Yeah, I know. But I..." 557 "We can move it up to thirty-five after a year. And if things work out, you'll get a year-end bonus." 558 "It sounds..." 559 "And a cell phone. You'll get a company phone. Paid for of course. We even have weekly luncheons. You'd get to take home the leftovers." Her eyes were wide open. Staring at me with what I knew were questions. "Kyra, you can ask me anything." 560 After a few seconds of hesitation, she did just that. 561 "If it's an office job, why did you have to fuck me?" 562 My face must have been deep red. I could feel it burning. 563 "It was wrong, but you were almost naked, and...you offered it." 564 "Ohhhh..." 565 "Kyra, I'm so sorry." 566 Her big, beautiful eyes were glued on me. Reading and re-evaluating everything in her sight. 567 "Who else do I have to fuck?" 568 My mouth was open so wide, a flock of birds could have nested in it. This day was wrong on so many levels. It might just get worse. 569 "No one. Just me. Well, not me. You...and...me...we...it was a miscommunication. Sex was never supposed to happen. I mean...it was...great...the best actually...but...you didn't have to...with me..." 570 "So, I won't have to have sex with anyone else, and I'll still get paid over a thousand bucks a week?" 571 "Yes. And you're not getting the job because of the sex we had. I just want to go on record. What you and I did didn't create a job for you. In the future, I wouldn't want any kind of harassment charge." 572 "And here I thought that the sex would be the only reason that I got the job." 573 "Kyra, I should have stopped you when you came to me in only your sexy panties, but you're so freaking beautiful, I couldn't help myself." 574 Her smile let me know she wasn't going to throw me off the rooftop terrace. 575 "Worse things have happened to me. I mean, I did have some pretty good sex with you. And, what sounds like a pretty cool job." 576 "And the money isn't that bad." 577 "I know. Compared to Kimber who only gets two grand for every movie she does." 578 Lost for what to say next, I moved my head and hands sporadically as if I wasn't in control of them. 579 "Krya, I'm sorry that there isn't a movie to offer you. I didn't try to mislead you. It's just, when you walked out, dressed like you are now, I..." 580 "It's okay Mr. Taylor. You told me. And I also enjoyed it. A lot. Plus, in my mind, I'll always believe it helped me get this job." 581 "So did I. Enjoy it, I mean. But doing it isn't a job requirement." 582 Kyra smiled and parted her legs enough to expose the lacy crotch of her panties to me. 583 "Understood. But if I wanted to?" 584 "You're an adult. I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." 585 Her lips seductively touched the rim of her wine glass and allowed the liquid to flow beyond them and into her mouth. When she had a mouthful, she seductively licked her lips for my benefit. This girl was the perfect package. 586 "I guess mine was the shortest career in the porn industry, ever." 587 "I'm sure you would have been the biggest star to ever come out of the Valley." 588 "Mr. Taylor. What would you like me to wear around the office?" 589 "Kyra, honestly, wear whatever you are comfortable in." 590 "Does this work?" Her hands moved over her sexy body and the lacy lingerie that adorned it. And her legs parted even further to show me the puffy lips of her pussy that were being hidden away from me. 591 "For me, absolutely. For others, maybe not so much. Some of our clients are a bit more on the conservative side." 592 "Apparently not the clients who rent the spare offices to make dirty movies." 593 "Not them. Apparently, they are the exception to the rule. But the others are more reserved." 594 "So, for them, I have to dress appropriately. But for you, I can undress inappropriately?" 595 "That's not what I said." 596 "But it's what you mean. And if you try to deny it, I'll point out what's very obvious and pointing directly at me." 597 She had me on a technicality. My cock had a mind of its own. And with all of the visual simulation and physical attention he had been given already, he was only trying to prepare himself for anything that might come his way. 598 "Again, I'm sorry. Kyra, you are a very beautiful woman, but it's the last time I will tell you so. You need to be confident that you can come into work on a daily basis and be free of any type of harassment. Sexual or otherwise." 599 My cock was at full mast. He was doing some thinking on his own. Harassment didn't matter one single bit to him. He wasn't going anywhere. Especially with a half-naked sex goddess in front of him. But I wasn't worried. Kyra had already seen it up close. My only move was trying to lighten the mood. I offered to open more wine. 600 "I never drink so early in the day. Is it a job requirement?" 601 "No. Today is a special occasion." 602 "Fine. Let's have another glass to celebrate my new job." 603 The second bottle was the same as the first. Cold and white. Only this time, Kyra waited before having a sip. With a touch of glasses, she made a toast. 604 "To a very long partnership." 605 "Here, here. And I guess that brings the interview portion of the day to a close." 606 "That's unfortunate," she said with her bottom lip curled between her pearly white teeth. 607 "Why?" 608 "Because I assumed you were still going to want to try anal. Kimber told me that being receptive to ass fucking got her her first job. And I still have my little tube of jelly available." 609 Kyra's legs moved to a position up off the outdoor sofa and she rotated her hips so that her ass was exposed for my viewing pleasure. Color me speechless. I was lost for a good reply, so spewing out the truth was all I could come up with. 610 "I'd...I'd, love to...but...it's probably against the rules. I mean...having sex with employees." 611 "True. But I don't officially start until tomorrow. Do I?" 612 Putting her glass on the table, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sexy panties for the second time that morning. Seconds later, I could see moisture glistening on her lower lips and there it was, just above her pussy, was her tiny brown star. It was almost winking at me. Kyra bit her lip between her teeth again and sucked it into her mouth. With one hand, she reached into her purse and pulled out her tube of jelly. With the other, she curled her index finger and beckoned me to come her way. 613 Kyra had me on a technicality. She wasn't officially an employee yet. Yes, she had accepted the job. But she hadn't started working. So, she wasn't actually working for me or was it the other way around. Either way, whatever the outcome, it would appear that I was the one who won. 614 "Tell me a bit about your partner." 615 "Robert. He's a good guy. Older than me. He mostly works on the road. So, he's not always around the office." 616 "That's good. Is he married? Oh...oh my God...are you married?" 617 "No. Neither of us is married. Why do you ask?" 618 "As for you, I don't want to be banging my boss if he's married. And Robert, well, after I tell Kimber about how cool this company is, she's going to ask me to get her an interview. And you aren't doing it. So, if Robert needs an assistant, maybe he like to meet my friend." 619 "I'll definitely let him know." 620 When Kyra gathered her things and left for the day, she gave me a kiss. Not a peck on the cheek. A real kiss. One with more promise than an employee should ever give their boss. And she called me "lover". Not very professional. But when I watched her sway toward the elevator, I couldn't have cared less. 621 And when the elevator doors closed behind her, it was then that I realized I still didn't know if she could actually type or use a computer. 622 https://www.literotica.com/s/broken-halos You can only be so lonely. 624 Everyone needs someone. Everyone needs something. A human connection. The human touch. A partner to talk with. A friend to walk with. A lover to share a special moment. Companionship. Some of those who have it, do not cherish it. Some who need it, never realize it. Others...others hold onto it with all their might. They never walk alone. 625 Me...I walk alone. 626 I've walked this same dusty road almost every day. Every workday for as long as I can remember. 627 My course never changes. Things around these parts never do. People come. People go. But the surroundings never really change. They might deteriorate, fade away, or be re-built, but they really don't ever change. 628 The road I walk is one of those things. 629 Every journey brings back painful memories of time when things were better for me. It also reminds me of times when things were far worse. But either way, when I'm all alone, walking down the road, I have plenty of time to recall the events from my past life. Events that seem to have happened in a bad dream. A lonely, empty, dream. This road will be the death me me. 630 ***** 631 Unlike most things in my life, this road stays the same. It always treats me to stinking hot and empty walks during the summer months. And it always gifts me with freezing cold and barren landscapes during the winter months. 632 The old road has hills rising up out of the ground and dropping down out of sight. Yeah, the rolling hills remind me of movies I had seen where the waves go up and down in the middle of the ocean. Seemingly endless waves that roll on forever. Never touching a shoreline and never seen or enjoyed by a single human being. 633 On some farms, the old wire fences with rickety posts did and do little to keep anyone out, or for that matter, keep anything in. For miles the fields line the roads with feed crops. Soybean, cattle corn, and sunflowers. It often made me wonder about the bother with fencing it in at all. There was nothing to cause anyone a reason to cross over. 634 During the hot months, shade along the serpentine road was a commodity on my walk, because trees were randomly spread out over every couple of miles. At one time, maybe a century ago. A farmer and his family had decided to plant trees on the edge of their property. They didn't help much in the morning on my walk into the mill because the sun came up from the east. But in the evening, the shade from the oaks, made the walk home a bit more tolerable. 635 Today was one of those days. It was early May, and I was just walking into work, but it was already hot, and even this early in the day, I was looking forward to my walk home. 636 I always daydreamed about the future. Things always appeared to be better when I looked ahead. And the walk I was thinking about was still 10 hours away. Yeah, even in the early morning, the heat was shimmering. It was hot and humid. And I knew full well that I would sweat off a pound or two before the day was over. 637 Carrying a bag containing two peanut butter sandwiches and an apple, I kicked stones at the edge of the dirt freeway. I would guess that for every twenty times I walked back and forth to work, I would get an offer from some generous person. They'd be offering me a ride into town, but it wasn't always easy to accept. 638 With every ride I take, comes a price. They all tear or chip away a piece of my heart. It would be ripped from my chest and thrown out the window of a moving vehicle. Never to be found again. 639 Most were sincerely generous, with their offers. But some others, were just being nosey. Prying and gathering information so they could spread gossip at tea socials or ballgames. 640 "Steve, why no car?" 641 "Steve, have you heard from Ally?" 642 "Steve, how is the little one doing?" 643 "Why is it that you and Ally split?" 644 "You plan on seeing your little one soon?" 645 "It's such a shame. You two made a cute couple." 646 I had answers to their questions. Questions they already had answers to. But when I did provide them with answers, they were answers they didn't want to hear. But the comments hurt. And for the hurtful comments, I never had a rebuttal. 647 But my daily, shitty walk, is only a part of my journey. Just a sliver. Only a tiny piece. My true journey started long ago. It has been a rough one. Down many bumpy roads. Roads with lots of twists and turns. But one day it finally started to go downhill. Downhill without brakes to slow or stop me. And no matter who or what you are, you can only go so far down. There is no such thing that is lower than, nothing. 648 It was on these walks that I started to reminisce. 649 ***** 650 Although it was never great, my world started to collapse when Ally left me. She took my baby girl with her when she did. One morning she woke up and realized it was time for a change. For her, it was over. Being a dirt farmer was no longer the glamorous life she wanted. 651 My Ally was beautiful. The prom and homecoming queen. She was my breath of fresh air. The light at the end of my tunnel. She was the girl who, I thought, loved me for who and what I was. Ally made me feel like being a better person. But it didn't last. 652 At first, she loved me for being a bad boy. I suppose the word 'love' is strong. She liked me, or at the very least, liked the idea of me. I was the "cool" guy from the wrong side of town. Ally knew what her parents would think about her dating "white trash", but she didn't care. She wanted to be a bad girl. Even if it was for only a brief period in her life. 653 Ally was always the apple of everyone's eye. She could easily do better than me. Everyone told her so. And one day, she listened to what they said to her. 654 On a cool fall day, while I was at work, at the same shitty sawmill I still walk to every day, she packed up her stuff, our child's stuff, and left. She left me behind to start a new and better life for herself. A life in which there would no longer be anything bad. She rid herself of me. Once again, she was a good girl. 655 ***** 656 I stayed drunk for a week. When I sobered up from the initial shock, I found myself exactly where I knew I'd be. Alone and lost. 657 Angry and without direction. No guidance or anyone to answer to. This wasn't a good place for me to be. Alone and free to do as I pleased. Being gifted an unwanted freedom, I turned to the dark side. Booze. Pills. Gambling. Whores. 658 From that point on, things only got worse. 659 The gambling didn't stop me from driving, but the booze did. Three intoxicated charges in four months were more than enough to cause a license suspension. The judge didn't suspend my license, he tore it up. Gone for two years. It was no more driving or go to jail. Easy enough choice to make. Even for a stoned drunkard like me. 660 Luckily for me, the state was kind enough to do the math on what I owed. Weekly, they removed my alimony and child support payments from my check. Although Ally could no longer stand the sight of me, she loved the sight of my money. Even if it was only a little bit. I was glad the courts garnished my wages, because if they didn't, I'd be in jail for being behind on those payments too. 661 All of this was too hard for me to understand. How and why did I, and do I, continue to fail? What are the underlaying factors that keep contributing to my demise. 662 When I was sober, I was sometimes able to comprehend the facts and reasons for why I was alone. But when I was drunk or stoned, I was filled with loathing, hatred and self-pity. And there were times when the contempt was directed at myself. 663 ***** 664 The century old steam whistle sounded. My shift was finally over. The buildup of hours waiting for a cold beer had come to an end. It was the weekend, and I was once again free to overindulge. 665 As predicted, it was hot, and the day had gone longer than it should have. We worked extra to finish a plank board order. Loaded it on the trailer and cleaned up the shed. Looking at the clock. I laughed to myself. Over two and a half hours late, yet I'd never see a penny of overtime on my pay stub. 666 "Steve, you need a ride home. I'm going by your place to make this delivery," yelled Mr. McLean. His family had owned the same mill for a century. He was a good boss, just cheap. 667 "I'd...I would Mr. Mac, but I need to stop at the Piggly Wiggly." 668 "Hustle up. I'll pick you up out front I ten minutes." 669 Still covered in sweat and saw dust, I raced down the street to the nearest grocery store. "The Pig" as we called it in town had the best sales. Not that what I wanted happened to be on sale. I wanted hard liquor, but I settled for beer. The cheapest beer I could find. The more, the better. 670 Pushing the cart to the curb, I got there the same time Mr. McLean pulled up. I put the two thirty packs and the three bags of ice in the back. Having a ride home, I doubled down. There was no possible way I could carry all this home if I were walking. 671 The luxury of air conditioning hitting my face made me close my eyes and dream of better times and better things. The McLean's always had nice trucks and this Ram was no exception. It smelled new and fresh. Not musky and old like the trailer I lived in. 672 "Son, I know it's not my place. But there are times when I feel like it might be. Draw yourself a line. It's time for a change. It's needed, and you gotta start somewhere. And again, it's none of my business, but, if I were you, I'd start with the booze and drugs." 673 Easy for him to say. If I started with the booze and drugs, what would be left? I smoke reservation cigarettes. I don't give a shit about them. I only smoke because I've done it forever. I don't even like it. And gambling? Gambling can fuck off too. I only bet on football. Sometimes the World Series. Or if I get a super good tip on a horse running in big races like the Breeder's Cup and Kentucky Derby, I'll put a little bit down on that. Plus, I'm in a NASCAR pool, but it's not much money. So, when it comes right down to it, I hardly gamble at all. 674 So, if I gave up booze, drugs, and gambling, what and where would that leave me. It leaves me with whores. And in a small town like this, there aren't many. In fact, there is only one that I know of. 675 She goes by the stage name Vanessa. She strips at the only bar in town. Four shows of three songs, daily. George, the owner of the Bunker, put a small stage and pole in the corner. It happens to be by the T.V.'s, so when Vanessa was on stage, everyone is looking her way. 676 Vanessa also doubles as the town escort. Her husband Bob takes all of her bookings. You have to pay in advance, and there was no such thing as a refund if you couldn't make it for you appointment. For those in a rush, you could use the back of Bob's old 1981 Ford Econoline van. That is if you didn't mind the entire world knowing what you were doing in the parking lot of the Bunker. 677 The cost of a thirty-minute adventure in "Vanessaland" is fifty bucks. It seems fair, but I rarely take a ride. I'd much rather spend the fifty bucks to drink myself into oblivion. I keep telling myself that it helps ease the pain. 678 "You're right, sir. I try. Every Monday I tell myself I'm stopping, but every Friday..." 679 "Son, have you ever turned to Jesus?" 680 "No sir. Can't say that I have." 681 Mr. McLean pulled the big Ram up to the stone shoulder, outside of the trailer park where I lived. The ride was way faster than walking. He handed me a brown paper bag. 682 "These are from Margaret. Put them some place cool, or they'll spoil for sure." 683 "Thank you, Mr. McLean. And please tell Mrs. McLean the same." 684 "Such a polite boy. Steve. You're a damn good worker. Even with all your pitfalls, you never let me down." He had the saddest look on his face. "For the love of God. Please, find yourself some help." 685 "I'll try sir." 686 The McLean clan were nice people. They ran a tight ship. Working for them paid poorly, but they were honest and treated us good. Mrs. McLean often brought egg salad sandwiches and tuna fish to us at work. There was always a well-stocked cooler full of water, with a vat of sweet tea at the side. And some days, when the mood struck, she would bring in enough coconut cream or lemon meringue pie to feed us all. 687 Today, I was carrying home egg salad and a container of potato salad. 688 ***** 689 My trailer is old. It's an Airstream. An old silver bullet from years gone by. Someone had abandoned it and it fell to me. It is still parked in the original spot where its owner put it in. The thing is parked on the back side of the park, but I like the location. There is a field behind me, so I can piss back there when the need arises. And the trees back there give me some much-needed shade and privacy. 690 While the trailer is still hooked up to the park sewer, I have no real running water or hydro. Don't get me wrong, I have it, but no one knows about it. 691 From a pair of units over I run a couple of garden hoses to my place for water. I'm also plugged in two extension cords. All of them are buried away so they go undetected. And the owner from one of the places loaning me utilities, is blind, so it's not like he will ever notice. 692 I have no shame. 693 The hydro is nice. It helps me run a small beer fridge. A microwave. A toaster. And a heater when needed. Not all at the same time, because doing so would be risky. If I ever overloaded and blew a fuse, someone might come digging. If they started asking questions, I'd be up "Shit's Creek". 694 Putting one case of beer and two bags of ice in the cooler, I had a shower. The outdoor rain barrel I used worked perfect this time of year. Lukewarm water used to wash away another day and another layer of dirt from my shitty life. 695 By the time I was finished the beer was ready. Cold or not, it was always ready. 696 Sitting down at my wood rotted, old, picnic table, I laughed to myself at how my nicest piece of furniture was my beer cooler. I hadn't bought it. No. I found it along the road on my way home from a rare Saturday shift. It was sitting roadside under one of the few trees I walked past. 697 Beside the cooler was ten or so empty beer cans. A car jack, a tire wrench, a flat tire, a pair of sunglasses, and a lady's hat. The only thing I took was the sunglasses and the half full cooler. I struggled to carry the load home, but I made it. Every time I open it, it makes me smile. 698 ***** 699 "Evenin' Stevie." 700 "Miss Lily." 701 Lily was also known as Vanessa. Yes, "that Vanessa". It's her alter ego. A persona and a name she can hide behind. An alias to help ease her pain. Try calling her Vanessa when she isn't working. You'll catch her wrath in a heartbeat. 702 She and Bob have lived at the trailer park for a lot longer than me. They live a few laneways over. A much nicer place than mine. Theirs is in what might be called the "elite" section of the park, sut Lily slums it almost every night, when she's walking her small mutt by the back row. She always parades her dog up and down the dirt and stone paths. It's her way of telling the world to "fuck-off". I felt that it made her feel human, and not a piece of meat. It was as if she was telling the women, who looked down their noses at her, "I banged your husband, and he paid me for it". 703 "Mind if I bum a smoke, darlin?" 704 She reached down and picked up the plastic bag holding a bunch of loose cigarettes from the Indian reserve. There was no waiting for an answer. She was taking one whether I liked it or not. Putting it between her lips, she leaned in for a light. 705 "Spending your night out here?" Lily asked, while looking up and down the barren laneway. 706 "Yep. My own private paradise and personal party." 707 "Sweetie. You got any beer tonight?" she asked. 708 "Where's Bob?" 709 "Gone. Him and Big Al packed it up this afternoon. They're headed to some kinda God awful tractor pull. Won't be back until late Sunday." 710 "You didn't want to go with them?" 711 Sitting at the table without being asked to, she laughed. 712 "And leave all this behind? Nah. Plus you get all that dirt in your hair, and I just went to Jeanine and had my hair colored. Don't plan on ruining it so I can watch some assholes pullin shit with their John Deeres." 713 "Sorry. I suppose I understand." 714 But I didn't. because it wasn't important to me, I couldn't have cared less. Instead, I got up and grabbed us a pair of beers. 715 "Glass?" Lily shook her head. 716 "Look at you baby. Movin up in the world. This beer is ice cold. You musta got a ride home." 717 Normally I didn't have ice. On hot days, it melted too fast on the walk home. 718 "Mr. Mac gave me a lift." 719 Getting back to the not understanding. I looked at the woman sitting across the table from me. For the life of me, I couldn't understand Lily and Bob's relationship. What kind of man sold his wife off to other men for their sexual enjoyment. We all heard that Bob had lots of kinks. Rumors spread like wildfire about how he liked to watch Lily with other guys. I had never been part of it, but I had heard. Also, you could see how her profession had taken a toll on Lily. She was probably around forty, but she looked older. And you could easily see the hurt in her eyes when someone pointed in her direction. At only twenty-five, I was surprised that I noticed stuff like that. 720 At any other time. In any of part of the country. Lily would have looked like a normal middle-aged woman. That is if that middle aged woman was drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette, and sitting with her tits half hanging out in a trailer park. 721 "Whatcha doin for dinner baby?" she asked. 722 "A few more beers. Then, I was gifted some leftovers. Egg sandwiches and potato salad. You?" 723 "You got enough to share?" 724 "Sure do." 725 "Well, your night sounds so good, I might just stay here and join you at this five-star restaurant of yours." 726 "Fair enough. Tell me when you're hungry and I'll set the table with the finest China I have." 727 "Ha...set the table. Do you even own dishes? Or did the missus take them too." 728 "Pretty sure you know that she took everything. Didn't you help her pack it all up and clean me out?" I said louder than I probably meant to. I wasn't feeling sorry for myself, not yet, but any reminder of my past life set me off. The reminders always set me off. 729 "I know. Sorry, baby. It was a bitchy thing to say. And no, I didn't help. I gave her a roll of tape. That's it. I try my best to stay out of domestics. It's required in my line of work. Taking sides in any dispute is bad for business." 730 "No call to be feelin sorry. I do enough of it for everyone." 731 "Don't worry about it, Stevie. One day someone new will come knockin at your door and the both of you will live happily ever after in this here paradise just like me and Bob. You'll find yourself a little cutie to snuggle up with." 732 "Truly lookin forward to a moment like that. It would probably do me some good." 733 Extracting two more beers from the cooler, I set one in front of Lily. "You sure about a glass?" I asked her again. 734 "No baby. This cold freakin can is way better than anything I expected tonight." 735 ***** 736 My trailer didn't have much in it. Simply because I don't own much. But what I own, I use. 737 Pulling a pair in citronella candles and a box of wooden matches out of the cupboard, I headed back outside. 738 "We'll light these when it gets darker. Not sure about your place, but I don't get many bugs back here. I think it's because no water stays on the ground." 739 Chapter 3.2 Lily nodded and said, "you mind?" as she pulled another smoke out of my stuffed plastic bag. 741 As darkness rolled in, I wished that there wasn't a fire ban in our county. A fire would have been cool. Instead, I lit the old candles, and we sat together talking about any and everything we could. Two pitiful people sharing a moment in time. 742 An occasional, 'evenin' or 'howdy' came our way as other trailer park dwellers walked past in the night. 743 At some point after midnight, Lily stood up and declared it was 'time for bed'. She had consumed her share of my beer and smoked a bunch more of my smokes. 744 "Lily, are you okay to walk home, or should I walk you there." 745 "If I were plannin on walkin home, I'd be fine. I've got vicious old Fluff here to protect me. But I'm not plannin on going home. Bob's away playin, and I plan on havin some fun too." 746 For the first time, Lily opened the door of my trailer and stepped inside. 747 From the even bigger bag of cigarettes, I had inside, she grabbed a smoke and lit it. 748 "Lily, I really don't like anyone smoking in here." 749 "Why's that. Do you think the smell of my cigarette will be worse than the smell of piss and dirt?" 750 "Lil...why...why did you come in here? You know I'm on a run bad of luck. I got no extra cash this week." 751 Turning to look at me, she gave me a motherly smile. 752 "Not that you care Stevie, but I get lonely too. And unlike all the old bastards around here, you're young, and you've got a pretty nice cock. I've seen enough of them to know. So, tonight, I'm staying with you. Free of charge. We'll be a couple of lonely people, together. You have no one and with me having only Bob, I ain't much better off. Tonight, let's just pretend we live in a different world. Different from the shit hole, nightmare, we actually live in." 753 "Sounds good. Thanks..." 754 "For what baby? We haven't done anything yet." 755 "I know...but the night's still young." 756 The last thing I can recall was Lily's naked and sweaty body curled up to mine on the bed. Her soft skin covering half of me. With no light and no sound, we drifted off into the darkness of the night. 757 ***** 758 The sound of Lily peeing in the early morning woke me. I watched her naked body make its way back to my bed. 759 Watching her sitting naked on my trailer mattress, with a smoke in one hand, warm beer from the night before in the other. Her warm and tattered body next to mine was better than being alone. I realized my life was a shambles. 760 The blazing mid-morning sun coming in from the east didn't help with setting the mood. It only highlighted how bad things really were. 761 Lily coughed a phlegmy cough from deep down in her lungs. A smoker's cough enhanced by puffing down a pack or more a day and years of drinking. At the rate I was going, some morning the same cough would come looking for me. 762 It wasn't that her body had been through a war. But it had been in a battle or two. Stretch marks on her pear-shaped belly and ass. Red marks on her elbows and knees. Marks of wear and tear from continuous use. A professional trademark. Saggy, bruised boobs. And legs that had seen more bruises than she cared to remember. It was a body that had been abused and damaged over and over. 763 Eight hours ago, she was a goddess to me. Eight hours ago, she had taken me in her mouth and allowed me to fill it with my load. Eight hours ago, she had sucked me back to life and rode me until I deposited a second load into her most used orifice. Eight hours ago, Lily had made me forget about life and feel like a real man. 764 She had made me feel good, even if it were only for a minute or so when she said I was, 'the leading actor in my life's movie'. As dumb as it was, it worked for a while. 765 Even with all that surrounded me, it was a good morning. 766 ***** 767 "You got a facecloth baby?" 768 "In the drawer. A spare towel too." 769 "Good. You wanna heat me a small pot of water so I can wash my girl parts?" 770 Without thinking about it, I filled a bowl and put it in the microwave. After 90 seconds, I pulled it out and handed it to Lily along with a clean cloth and towel. 771 "Don't you be tellin any of the boys I let you ride me bareback, Stevie. Shit like that will cause problems with my business. It'll give those assholes ideas and they'll all start asking. I've been asked a thousand times, and I always tell them no. Hell, I even make Bob wear a condom. But that's because he'll put his dick in any hole he can." 772 "Lily, I'd never..." 773 "I know baby. But I have to say it to save face." She took a long drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke high in the air. "You okay if I stay here again tonight. It kinda feels like a vacation for me." 774 "Yeah. No. Sure. Yeah. You can stay here for sure," I said in an overly excited manner. 775 "Calm down baby. No matter what you told me, I didn't plan on leaving anyway." 776 Lily foamed up the cloth with soap and gave herself a small bath. She rinsed and did the same thing to me. She had no problem washing my armpits, cock and asshole. When she was done, she dumped the water in the sink and put her head in the crook of my arm. 777 "Cleanliness is a big problem with me. I face it in my everyday life. People come to me, but they seem to forget that you have to get clean to get dirty. You know some of them. You can smell what I'm up against. I've started to refuse service. It pisses poor Bob off to high heaven. Old man Jenkins complained so much that Bob insisted I suck the old bastard's cock. Dirty or not. I flat out refused. Bob had lost the cash Jenkins had paid him on a horse race and ended up suckin Jenkins dirty dick himself. Since then. Bob sees it my way. I won the soap and water battle." 778 "Eeeewwwww. I wish you'd never told me that story. I know Bob's...different. But to suck..." 779 Her finger touched my lip. 780 "Okay. I'll spare you. But just so you know, I'll do anything thing you want this weekend. I'll show you and teach you anything you want to know. Anything." 781 My cock twitched to life all be itself. 782 "Does that excite your meaty little soldier? Just the idea of him being able to dive into any foxhole he wants has him standing at attention." Lilly twisted her body and did something she had never done before. She kissed me on the lips. "Thank you, Steve." 783 "For what." 784 "For not treating me like a worthless whore." 785 "Lily don't ever..." her lips covered mine for a second time. 786 That Saturday afternoon and evening became the most sexual day of my life. Lily did things with and to me that I had only dreamed about or saw in porno movies. She let me cum in all three of her holes. She did things with her tongue, to parts of my body, that made me blush. She stayed true to her word. Nothing was off limits. We drank. We smoked. And we fucked. Sex and booze filled our day. It was the best day I could remember in a very long time. 787 ***** 788 What I did for work was hard. There was lots of heavy lifting. It was hot and it was dirty. But not once had I woken up after a day of work when I felt as worn out as I did on Sunday morning. 789 Every inch of my body was sore. It felt used, tired, and abused. But in the best possible way. 790 Lily had me moving and doing things I didn't think I could do. My head was pounding from the forty cigarettes I smoked and the twenty beers I drank. 791 I needed a shower, and I needed a smoke. 792 Lily watched me from bed as I scrambled up some eggs on my little hotplate and toasted her an English Muffin. Her fingers casually twisted and moved her clit and meaty labia as she lay on her side waiting for breakfast. Just seeing her do it to herself gave me another erection. 793 "Really baby. When you have to pay for it, you never come to see me. But when I'm laying here in you trailer, free for the taking, you want to bang me all day long. Tell you what. My ass is off limits today. But my pussy and mouth are yours until..." She hesitated and thought about it. While she did, she dragged her fingers through her pussy and put them up to her lips. She smiled and used her tongue to tease me as she licked them clean. "Oh, I don't know. Let's say nine o'clock tonight." 794 We hadn't woken up until after noon, and an hour or so had already gone by. So, I still had a little more than seven hours to do whatever I wanted with her. And as I watched her lips move as she was eating her toast, I knew what the first thing I wanted was. 795 ***** 796 "Uuuuuuurrrrrrrgggggggghhhhh," A God-awful screech filled my trailer when I came. For the third time since breakfast, I came. The first was exactly where I predicted, and the second was doing it doggy style over the small kitchen table and bench. But this third time... 797 "Jesus, Steve. I know I said nine. But I'm done." It was just after six o'clock. "You pounded me for thirty minutes straight. I need a shower and a break. Heaven forbid that asshole Bob wants to fuck when he gets home. I'll have to lie to him. Maybe I'll just tell him you ruined me and see how he takes it." 798 Leaning my body forward, I kissed the back of Lily's neck and her shoulders. My hands were still full of her tits as my softening cock eased out of her seeping pussy. 799 The bed was covered and coated with three days of sex juices. It might be easier to just buy another blanket rather than try to get this one clean. But it had been a great three days. 800 When Lily stood up straight, my face moved to hers, but the suddenly shy Lily turned hers away. It wasn't going to happen. So, I used my hand to move her face back in place. She let my lips touch hers. And to my surprise, she allowed my tongue into her mouth. If nothing else, our beer and smoke-filled kiss, was sweet, 801 "This doesn't mean were lovers' baby," she said as she climbed her way out from beneath me. "It means we caught each other at just the right moment in time. A moment where we both got what we needed." 802 Lily pulled on the same cloths she had arrived in on Friday. She picked her dog up off the chair where he had been sleeping and clipped on his leash. Her hand touched the door handle, but she didn't turn the knob. Not yet. 803 "Before you go sayin anything sappy to me. I had just as much fun as you did. You made me feel special and you made me feel younger." She kissed my cheek. Opened the door and stepped out. "Thanks for the beer and smokes, lover. Remember, this is our little secret." 804 She had no need to remind me. Who was I ever going to tell. 805 Lily wasn't far when she stopped. A huge smile came over her face. 806 "One more thing baby. My little darlin is coming home for the summer. Would you mind terribly if she bunks with you a few evenin's when I have a full dance card?" 807 "It's the least I could do." 808 She blew me a kiss that drifted off in the wind. Telling her that her daughter Beth could stay with me had made her so happy, her aim was off. 809 ***** 810 Sleepy and tired from my weekend of sex, I popped a couple of my favorite non-prescription pain killers and washed them down with a couple of beers. Don't get me wrong. The pills are prescription. But the prescription does not, nor has it ever, belonged to me. 811 Closing my eyes, I knew relief from the world was on the way. 812 Once again alone, my mind started to wander. My thoughts of what could have been, returned. 813 ***** 814 Ally had dreams. She had always had big dreams. Dreams that she one day figured out would never come true if she were tied down with me. 815 We were both big deals in high school. She was a much bigger deal than me, but I had my time in the spotlight. Some good. Some bad. 816 I'd been a scoundrel at times. Selfish and far less than admirable. But I was always there for Ally. And that's what she liked about me. I was a bad boy, but unlike her parents, I paid attention to her. 817 When we hooked up and got in trouble, I assumed it was going to be fine. A fairytale story where we all ended up happy. But Ally wasn't happy living like we did. A trailer wasn't her palace. No pink carriage to cart her around in. 818 I couldn't see it coming. I didn't know anything different. Growing up poor, you can't tell the difference. There weren't any signs to give it away. We seemed to be making do. We had food. A place to live. An old car. 819 But Ally wanted more. 820 I'll never forget her parting words to me. They hurt me and they still do. Even if they were true. 821 "Steve, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't like you. It's that I just don't love you." 822 At first, I blamed her. We fought all the time. Whenever she couldn't buy herself new cloths, it was my fault. When she couldn't have a new phone, it was my fault. When the baby came, and we couldn't move back to the city...yeah, you guessed it. 823 We still went through the motions. For the sake of our little girl. But to show me how much she 'disliked' me, Ally also stopped having sex with me. 824 And in the end. She took it all. She disappeared and took my baby girl with her. A baby I barely knew. One who I would never know. There would be no day trips to the park. Pictures of her heading off to prom. I'd never have the chance to walk her down the aisle. 825 In the end, maybe I could have worked harder. Maybe I could or should have made changes. But all my maybes ended on the day she left. Now, we'll never know. 826 Now I just want to numb myself from the pain of being myself. 827 ***** 828 Lily stayed clear of me for the next few weeks. 829 Whenever I saw her, she'd give me a sly smile. But that was as far as it went. 830 Little did Lily know what our weekend together meant to me. I was trying to change. 831 Every day I still walked to work and every day I still daydreamed about falling face first onto the huge saw blade I work with. 832 Like so many other losers, I was just holding on. But I was trying. After each shift I went to the Pig. I filled my backpack with things I normally didn't. I actually bought food. And tried to keep my beer purchases down to a 6-pack every other day. Yeah, I still took a Tylenol #3 every four hours, but a guy has to live. 833 Today, I had a pack full of sale items. Today there was no beer. 834 ***** 835 I opened the trailer door and stepped inside. My heart flipped. The girl sitting in the chair scared the shit out of me. 836 Lily's daughter from a world far away was sitting in my trailer. She was a very pretty twenty-two-year-old college student. I had met her a few times since she turned eighteen and was able to come visit without getting permission from the courts. Mostly during her summer break. She was young, pure and innocent. Unlike her mother. 837 "Beth. What are you doing here?" She looked shocked. "Sorry, I knew you were coming, I just didn't know when." 838 "Mom has three or four clients lined up this afternoon. She told me to come over here until she fetched me back. Hope you don't mind. I let myself in." 839 "Mind. I feel bad you had to stay in here. There's not much to do." 840 "Are you kidding? It's perfect. So quiet. I might stay all summer and read your impressive collection of books." 841 My pile of books was significant. I have my favorite authors. Mostly crime and drama stuffs. I stick to those genres mainly, but when I find a book for cheap at a garage sale, I'll buy it. 842 "No problem with me. There are some fine reads in that pile," I said. Pointing to the pile I had already read. 843 "You wouldn't have appeared to be a reader to me, Steve. It surprises me." 844 "Why, because I live the way I do?" 845 Beth sat up. She was alerted to the fact she may have crossed a social boundary with what she said. 846 "No. It's not that at all. You see how my family lives. I mean come on. Who am I to ever criticize any other human being?" 847 She looked at me. My hurt was her hurt. We lived in complete opposite worlds that were, if possible, very comparable. 848 "Steve. Please...I. I didn't mean to offend you." 849 "You didn't." 850 "Then why does it feel like I have?" 851 Unloading my backpack, I put my things away. Opening the small fridge, I put in the eggs and bacon I had purchased for the upcoming weekend. A treat for myself. Pulling a can of fizzy water out, I offered it to Beth. 852 "I...I don't want to drink your last one." 853 "I have more." 854 Beth took the cold drink. Her fingers touching mine for the first time. It was a tiny bolt of lightning zapping me into a world I hadn't felt in a very long time. 855 I turned my head away from her to try and hide the excitement that had flashed before me. 856 "How was your year? School treating you alright?" 857 'It's going so good. I graduate next year. There's a bunch of hard work in front of me, but I can't wait. When I get a job that pays, I'm taking my mom out of this..." 858 Her pause was unnecessary. We both knew what she wanted to say. Only she was too classy to say it to a poor soul who lived here. One who was stuck here without a chance of leaving. 859 "Shit hole. You can say it. We both know exactly what this place is." 860 "Steve, I'm sorry. It's just..." 861 "Beth. Stop apologizing. I know what you mean." 862 For the longest time she stared at the book she was reading. If was almost as if her eyes could no longer make contact with mine. She seemed embarrassed and in need of changing the subject. Then, she surprised me. 863 Putting the book up to her nose, she drew in deeply. Inhaling the scent of the book in her hands. When she got a good whiff, she fanned the pages and did it again. Then she spoke. 864 "Do you know that every old book has a different smell. Even without looking at the words, each of them tells a story. And their jackets. Their covers are like people's skin. Just by looking at them you can tell if they've been treated well and loved. Or like others, they have been beaten and abused. That is one of the things I like about old books. They all tell stories. Stories that can make you laugh. Stories that can make you, cry, dream or wonder." Finally, she was able to look at me. "What do you love about the books you read, Steve?" 865 Without much delay or hesitation, I told her. 866 "I suppose I love how permanent they are. Once the author has written down his words, and those words have been printed, they can't be erased. Neither time nor man can delete them. Only importance can. Irrelevant garbage like trashy gossip papers will be gone forever. But good words...good words with relevance...they will be remembered forever. They may be criticized and ridiculed, but they have permanence." 867 "Wow. Semi prolific words coming from a guy wearing a dirty, yellow, wife-beater and floral swim trunks." Beth had a solid laugh, at my expense. 868 "They were a gift," I told her. Too embarrassed to tell her the truth. They came from a Goodwill store in town. 869 ***** 870 Beth and I shared words for hours. Not one beer or cigarette between us. I didn't want to go outside to smoke, and I didn't even want a beer. So, for the first time in God knows how long, I had nothing but water. 871 It was well into the darkness of night when we heard a knock on the tin door of the trailer. The knocker didn't wait for a response. Instead, she opened the door and stepped in. 872 Lilly was wearing a big fluffy terrycloth robe and slippers. She had Fluffy on a leash with a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other. 873 "Baby. Your Daddy has me booked solid. He needs a few extra bucks. You know him. Going to these damn pulls and races. Anyway, you mind hanging out here with Stevie for a bit longer?" 874 "Mom, stop saying that. He's not my father. And why the hell do you let him do this to you? Leave him. Leave him and move away to some place where he will never find you. You could go to Canada for Christ sakes." 875 "Bethy. You know I don't mind. We're adults. It's how we pay the bills. Stevie, darlin, you alright if she stays." 876 "Already got my sleeping bag out. Beth will be safe in the bed. I'll drop the table and the cushions. It'll be nice having someone to talk to." 877 "Well, as long as sleepin's all yer doin." 878 "Mom..." Beth cried. 879 Chapter 3.3 When Lily leaned into the fridge to get a beer, her robe opened enough for me to have a look inside. Garters and lacy panties. The woman was all dressed up and ready for business. 881 "Smokes?" she asked. 882 My finger pointed to my cookie jar hiding spot. 883 Lily bent down and kissed her daughter on the forehead. 884 "Bumblebee, it's my job. I'll see you in the morning. I'll get a tip from one of these old fuckers and we'll go into town and have some lunch. I promise," she said it as if having sex for money with strange men was the most common thing in the world. 885 "Thanks, Stevie. You take good care of my baby." And she was gone. 886 ***** 887 The door closed. It left Beth in a different world. A world where she was staying with a guy she hardly knew. While her mother worked off her back with guys, she barely knew. But knew intimately. 888 I could see the hurt in Beth's face. Her mother doing what she does. It must have been painful for her to even think about it. 889 "Beth, I put a t-shirt out for you if you want to sleep in it. It's clean. I mean, you can stay up as long as you want, but I leave early for work, so I kinda have to get some sleep." 890 Her hand touched the side of my unshaven face as she walked by me. 891 "Thanks for allowing me to stay." 892 "Well, it's not every day beautiful coeds drop by for a sleep over." 893 "Beautiful, ha ha. I wish." 894 Beth pulled the drape used as a door part way closed. From my spot I watched as she pulled down her leggings and up her top. She still had on her underwear, but as she lowered my t-shirt, I couldn't believe how truly sexy she was. The young lady in my trailer, was beautiful. Whether she wanted to admit it or not. 895 Getting into my own bed I turned to the wall in shame for staring at her for as long as I did while she undressed. 896 "Steve?" 897 "Yes..." I croaked. 898 "Would you mind if I read a bit more?" 899 "Feel free. I have no problem sleeping." 900 "Thanks again." 901 "Beth, you can always make yourself at home, here." 902 ***** 903 Sure enough, the next day, I saw Beth and Lily walking into the Harvest Barn for lunch. I was driving the boom truck across the lumberyard and noticed them. I didn't see them leave, but it made me happy they were out together. 904 After work, I made another stop at the Pig. I had counted my cash and used my unused beer money to buy some snacks and drinks other than booze. I had a feeling Beth would be at my place again. Because as history showed, when Bob was wanting something, Lily was a busy girl. 905 ***** 906 "Hey," I said when I saw Beth sitting at the picnic table. 907 "Hard worker. How was your day? Hope you don't mind. I..." 908 "Beth, I told you last night. You're welcome here anytime, so stop worrying," I told her as I walked past her and into the trailer. 909 Together, we made dinner. When we went to bed, I was sure I could hear Beth sobbing from her bed. It was the same for the next two nights. Like a coward, I remained silent. 910 ***** 911 Friday came. It was payday. And for some reason I had extra funds. Not drinking and not placing any bets. I had enough money to buy something better to eat for the weekend. I assumed Beth would be staying, so I purchased two of everything. 912 Like the past few nights, Beth was waiting for me. Unlike the past few nights, tonight she didn't need to be there. 913 "Mom and asshole Bob are gone for the weekend." 914 "And they left you behind with a wretch like me?" 915 "My choice. I love my mother, but I can't stand being around him. The creep makes my skin crawl." 916 "Understood. He makes me feel the same way." 917 "I can stay at their place if you want. I just wanted to thank you again for letting me..." 918 "Stay. Stay here all summer. That way you don't have to see Bob. Your mom knows where to find you. And Bob never comes near me. I'll get a couple of boxes and we'll clean up inside. It'll be more comfortable for you." 919 "You're a good guy Steve." 920 "Spread it around. It would be nice if some other people thought so." 921 Beth laughed and helped me put away the groceries. 922 Three hours later the trailer was cleaner than it had ever been. I moved things and Beth cleaned. She had brought over some supplies and a broom from her mom's place, and it did the trick. She even took all the towels and bedding to their place and did three loads of laundry. By nighttime, we were done. 923 "Smells a little different in here." 924 "Smells like a girl lives here." 925 "Yes, and I appreciate you letting me stay." 926 "Yeah, well, you might not want to stay for long if I don't have a shower. It's been a long day, and I need to clean-up." 927 Pulling back the curtain of my outdoor shower, I pulled the cord and released some water down upon me. The warm current felt good as I lathered up and rinsed. But there was something. Something that made it feel different. It was like I was...being watched. 928 When I was done, I went around to the front and found Beth waiting with a towel and some soap of her own. She was going to use the outdoor shower as well. I sat at the picnic table with my towel wrapped around my waist, until she returned. 929 "Oh, I thought you would have gone inside and got dressed." 930 "I would have. But I knew I wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation." 931 "What temptation?" Beth asked. 932 "Of looking out the window at you while you were showering. It's bad enough I saw you in your panties earlier in the week. But knowing you were naked. I wouldn't have been able to look away." 933 "Steve...I...I didn't mean to stare. I looked out, and then I just couldn't pull myself away." 934 Beth was admitting she had watched a good part of my showering. Just the thought of it gave me an erection knowing she was there. With me dressed only in a towel. Cock as hard as granite. She had to have noticed it. But, as much as I wanted to stare at her form wrapped in a towel, I didn't want to invade her privacy. 935 Together we read. We had music playing low in the background as we snacked on a precut package of meats and cheeses. Together, with some crackers, they weren't all that bad. 936 Occasionally, Beth would lift her head to look at me. Whenever she did, she always found me looking her way. Other times, I would look up and find her looking my way. No matter the case, we would both smile. 937 From the corner of my eye, I watched as Beth stood up and stretched. Her small t-shirt pulled tight across her chest. When she moved into the right position, I was lucky enough for it to give me a perfect view of her puffy areolas and hard little nipples. They appeared to be perfect as they sat proudly perched on a pair of perky breasts. 938 The t-shirt had lifted to the point where it had exposed her bare midriff. A flat tight belly. And with hips holding up a tiny pair of boy short panties that hardly covered her cute butt. And shapely legs. She was the entire package. 939 "Goodnight, Steve," she said as she walked past me. 940 "Night, Beth. See you in the morning." 941 The rustling sounds of a blanket could be heard as Beth prepared her bed. I was just about to do the same when I heard the curtain open. 942 "There's not a lot of sense in making up that bed. I mean there's lots of room in here. It's a queen size and all. And the sheets just came out of mom's dryer, so if you wanted to..." 943 Beth had an innocent look on her face. 944 "If I wanted what, Beth?" 945 "To sleep in here. It's your bed after all." 946 "Where would you sleep?" 947 "Beside you. There's lots of room." 948 When she turned my eyes followed her butt to the bed. When she got on her hands and knees and crawled into her sleeping position, my mind was instantly made up. 949 Beth watched as I peeled off my t-shirt. Stripped down to just my underwear, I got into bed beside her. She had to have noticed I was semi hard. 950 In the dark, neither of us dared to move. We stayed in position without making even a tiny twitch. For the longest time, we just remained motionless. It was crazy, but the electricity of her arm, hip and leg touching mine was more than enough to keep me statue still. 951 "Steve." 952 "Yes." 953 "It's okay if you want to cuddle me, I think." 954 "You think?" I laughed. "What if I start to cuddle you and you change your mind, what then?" 955 Beth's elbow caught me softly in the ribcage. 956 "I'd only change my mind if you didn't do it right," she said as she turned onto her side, facing away from me. 957 Taking the opportunity, I also moved and put my arm over her. We were instantly spooning. 958 With the feel of her body pressing against mine and the smell of her sweet skin, my bulge had nowhere to go but into the crack of her butt. 959 "Do you have a condom?" 960 Her words surprised me. More like shocked me. 961 "But...no. Your mom told me you're a virg..." 962 "I'm not. I mean compared to her. I suppose I am. But I have had sex." 963 "You...Beth...you don't have..." 964 Turning to me, she put her fingertips to my face and lightly brushed my lips. The girl beside wanted me to stop speaking. 965 "Make love to me. Please Steve, I need to feel loved tonight." 966 Her lips and tongue tasted of lime. It was the same flavor as the fizzy water she was drinking earlier. If I thought the tingle I had got from the first time our hands touched was something, then this was completely off the charts. Just the feel of her mouth on mine was a sensation explosion. 967 My palm touched her ass. Immediately I took it off. It was firm and warm. Covered by lace. Again, I nervously touched it. Again, I retreated. 968 "It's okay baby. You can touch me...anywhere." 969 Reaching for my hand, she put it back on her butt. 970 For the longest time we just kissed while I rubbed her warm cheeks. Slowly I inched my fingers under the lace. Moving closer to the heat of her center. I could feel it and when she felt my fingers inching forward, her leg lifted up and moved so it wrapped me and gave me better access to her. 971 Moisture met the tips of my fingers. Warm, wet, liquid. Girl juice. It was accompanied by a moan. Beth moaned into my mouth as my fingers rubbed and parted her lips. I groaned into hers when her hand cupped my crotch. 972 Playing together, we rubbed, probed and caressed one another until moving ahead was the only viable step. 973 As much as it hurt to pull my lips from hers, I did. Beth's grip tightened on my now bare shaft, but I moved until I was on my knees, and she was flat beneath me. 974 Looping my thumbs into the sexiest pair of panties I had ever touched, I slowly eased them down her smooth legs until they hung freely in my hands. There was no other option but to press them to my nose. Such a sweet smell. 975 "Are you a dirty boy, Steve." 976 "Maybe." 977 "Do you want to taste me?" 978 "Yes." 979 Beth parted her legs and pulled her knees up and back toward her body. She gave me full access to her hidden treasure. 980 Moving so I was laying before her, I held her hips as I moved my face closer to heaven and took my first lick. Beth moaned and her body trembled and shook while I sank my tongue into her wet folds. It was heaven. The taste. The smell. The feel of her enjoying what was happening to her. My tongue flicking lightly over the hard button that was her clit. All of it. It was all, incredible. 981 Maybe it was excitement. Or perhaps I was doing everything correctly, but whatever it was, Beth was receptive to it all. When I nibbled, she giggled. When I licked, she moaned. When I eased a finger into her steaming pussy, she groaned and cooed. And when I teased her and moved away, she lifted her hips off the bed and reached for my head so she could pull me back to what she wanted me to do. 982 "Please, baby. I'm...so...so close." 983 The teasing stopped. The 'please' had gotten to me. 984 Ramping up the pressure, speed and dedication to her clit, I added a second finger. It was a tight fit, but with some work, it was in. 985 "Fuuuuuuuuuccccccck." 986 Beth's hips and much of her back were off the bed. Her hands gripped my head and pulled at my hair. She was there. On the edge. Waiting. Anticipating. Beth was ready to jump off the cliff, because she knew what was about to happen for her. 987 "Just...oooooohhhh...just a bit...fuuuuuucckk...holy shit." 988 The quaking body at my face erupted in orgasm. 989 Her head was far back on the pillow and tilted upward. With the position we were both in, it made it impossible for me to watch her beautiful face as she climaxed. Instead, I could only listen to her breathing and excitement. 990 "Christ. Jesus Christ. Second...Ste...Steve...give...me...a second..." 991 It broke my heart to do it, but I released her clit from my mouth and moved my kisses up her body. Kissing and licking, I made my way up to the still covered treasure of her chest. Pulling back the cotton shirt with my teeth, I completely exposed the puffy areolas and nipples that had teased me earlier. 992 The hardness of her nipples surprised me. They were solid mounds that reacted to the touch of my tongue. Every second spent paying attention to Beth's perfect breasts was time given for her to rejuvenate and bounce back from her earlier orgasm. And as soon as she did, she let me know. 993 "I...Steve...I've never...not once have I ever...I that...I mean..." 994 "Glad to have been of service," I mumbled with a mouth full of her flesh. 995 The grip on my hair once again tightened. This time it was for a different purpose. This time Beth was pulling me away from suckling at her tits. She wanted me to move up. She wanted me to kiss her. 996 Passionately, yet gently, our lips and tongue met again. Beth was not shy about tasting her own flavor and enjoying her own juices. My face was covered with them. There was no possible way they could be avoided. 997 With one of her hands touching my face, I could feel the other snaking its way between us. It was reaching out and searching. Searching for what it wanted. What it needed. And when Beth found it, she immediately moved it into position and kissed me harder. 998 Our eyes were wide open. Each of us staring at the other. My mind raced and questioned my good fortune. How had I gotten to this very moment? 999 My lover stared back. The gold fleck in her hazel eyes held me in a trance. The loving look Beth gave me would have been enough to satiate me. But as I pushed inward and the tip of my manhood entered and slid into her, it took me far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. 1000 "Oooooooooooooohhhhhh." 1001 Her womanly lubricant made it smooth and wonderful to enter. Her warmth and tightness would make it impossible for me to leave. 1002 We took our time. 1003 Beth wanted to 'feel loved' and making it happen became my goal. Long deep thrusts. Slow and loving. No rush. No urgency to finish. Just true and pure lovemaking. Lovemaking filled with tender touches and sweet kisses. 1004 "Steve, you're making me feel so..." 1005 My tongue pushed its way into her mouth. It wasn't that I wanted her to stop talking, it's that I wanted her to know I was there for her, and if she ever asked for or requested something that was within my grasp, I would provide it for her. 1006 Pump after pump we melted into one another. Beth's pussy caressing me like I hadn't ever felt in my life. It was like we were meant to be together. Joined as one. 1007 The gentle quakes and vibrations of her sweet body set me off. Her orgasm led me to the release of mine. 1008 Intoxicated by her, I put her early word of 'condom' out of my head as I self-servingly shot my load into her as deep as I could. 1009 Drifting off into the best sleep I could remember. Beth stayed wrapped in my arms. I held her tight, like she was my security blanket. My protection. I had been looking for a savior. She was naked and in my arms. 1010 The following morning Beth initiated sex again. 1011 Our lovemaking was slow and pleasurable. It was something that I could surely become accustomed to. And when we laid together, basking in the afterglow, Beth rolled her body against mine. 1012 "Steve." 1013 "Yes," I whispered as she twirled her tiny finger through the curls on my chest. 1014 She seemed to hesitate while she searched for her words. 1015 "I...it's...I just wanted to...thank you..." 1016 "Shhh. Maybe it should be the other way around. Beth, you're so...I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now." 1017 My arms pulled her closer and squeezed her tighter. 1018 "Steve..." When I kissed the top of her head, she knew that she had my complete attention. "Promise not to fall in love with me." 1019 The sudden pain in my chest was my heart. It felt like it had stopped. Her words had shocked me enough to make it happen. 1020 Although I had never really considered it, maybe I was falling in love with her. Or maybe I already had. 1021 We made love twice more over the weekend. Each time without a condom or any thoughts of protection or at the very least, trying to pull out. No. Each and every time, was unprotected in every way, shape, or form. 1022 Later, Beth would tell me it was okay. At least, she hoped it was okay. There was a chance it was possibly a safe time for her. But if we kept it up, her safe time would have to come to a close at some point. And surely over the next 45 days, when we made love at least one time per day, she had to have been ovulating. 1023 ***** 1024 Oddly enough, my walks to and from work, changed. My thoughts had somehow been altered. Now all I could think about, was Beth. What I had. What was waiting for me at home. The very idea of her made me want to be a better person. 1025 Our days together progressively improved. Things got better and better. My life improved. I hadn't had a drink in two months. I quit smoking. My gambling money went towards other things, and I was down to three pills a day. 1026 On weekends, we would borrow bicycles and take long rides. Or we would hike in the wilderness. Whatever we did was new. New because I hadn't left the park on a weekend for far too long. 1027 Things were looking up for me. Really looking up. I could feel it. People at work could see it. Hell, everyone could see it. Things for me were improving. But like the road I walk every day, with every up, there's a down. 1028 And life always finds a way to throw shit in my face. 1029 ***** 1030 Before I even spoke, I knew something was wrong. Beth had spent the entire day with her mother, and she didn't look thrilled when I appeared at the trailer. 1031 She wouldn't speak to me. I tried to make conversation while unpacking supplies but got the cold shoulder. Even while grilling up some burgers, nothing. 1032 "Do you plan on telling me what's wrong?' 1033 Beth closed her book so hard it snapped shut with a bang. She looked at me and squinted her eyes. 1034 "Did you make love to my mother?" 1035 "No." 1036 "Are you lying to me?" 1037 Thinking about my answer before I spoke didn't help my cause. 1038 "I can honestly say we never made love." 1039 "How? She told me you were together." 1040 "Because 'making love is subjective' and in my mind, I've only ever made love to one woman in my life, and it wasn't her. And I promise you, I'm not lying." 1041 "Who was it?" 1042 "You. The girl sharing a bed with me right now." 1043 "But Steve. You're a liar. You were married. You have a daughter." 1044 "And there was never any love there. Ally and I had sex in the parking lot of the Bunker on the first night we met." 1045 "Just like when you were with my mother?" 1046 "Come on, Beth. That's not fair." 1047 "It doesn't have to be fair if it's true." 1048 The muscles in her face and neck were tense and twitching. 1049 "Tell me how you could spend two nights in bed with someone and not feel anything for them." 1050 "Jesus, Beth. What did she do, tell you everything? Come on. Yeah. Your mom stayed here for two nights. We did everything. But unfortunately, it didn't mean a thing to either of us." 1051 "Yet, she's jealous enough of what's going on over here with you and me, she's willing to tell me all about it. It had to have meant more to her than you thought. My mother has to have some kind of feelings for you." 1052 "No. No, she doesn't. And I honestly can't believe your mother. Out of the blue, she just up and tells you what went on in my trailer that weekend." 1053 Chapter 3.4 "She said it was love." 1055 "Please. My ass it was 'love'. Your mother was very clear why she was here. Beer and cigarettes, and because Bob was away fooling around on her. There was nothing loving about it. I remember when she was leaving. She told me so. She told me to keep my mouth shut because it was nothing special." 1056 "Okay, so you just used my mother?" 1057 "Yes. We used each other. Beth, I was in a bad place. But since you came into my life, I've changed." 1058 "You tell me that you never made love to my mother. Explain to me how you never made love to your wife." 1059 "Ally got pregnant that first night and hated me instantly. She blamed me for everything wrong in her life and her world. The sight of me always sickened her. From the beginning, I knew she was going to leave me. I just didn't know what day it would happen." 1060 "Do you hate her?" 1061 "I did, but not anymore." 1062 "Did you hate her because she got pregnant the first night you made love?" 1063 "We didn't make love. We had sex. Raw and dirty. Nothing loving about it. And yes, my hatred stems from that night, because as soon as Ally found out about the baby, there was never an opportunity or chance to 'make love'. From that moment on, everything between us was fake and make believe." 1064 "I got pregnant our first night together, do you hate me?" 1065 Saying I was shocked would be an understatement. In hindsight I suppose I should have figured it out. Beth never had her period when she was staying in bed with me, but not once did I ever think about it or do any of the calculations. Nor did she say or mention anything to me. 1066 "How could I ever hate you. I...I...love you. Beth, when did you find out? Why didn't you tell me?" 1067 My hand touched her shoulder, but Beth pulled it away. 1068 "Don't touch me. You're never allowed to touch me again." 1069 "Beth. You must know how I feel. You know what we have is love. Deep in your heart, you feel the same way about me." 1070 "Are you sure? What if it turns out to be fake and make believe like all your other relationships?" 1071 "It isn't fake. What we have is special." 1072 Her eyes pierced through my heart. She was upset. In the moment, I could tell that she hated me. I had seen the look before. It was obvious. 1073 "Did your mother tell you about us, before or after, you told her about the baby?" 1074 "Fuck you, Steve." 1075 She disappeared behind the curtain in our room. 1076 Without doing so, Beth answered my question. Lily must have been jealous enough to try and ruin me again. 1077 It was not beneath me to beg. I begged Beth to see things my way. To at least come back to the living room and talk about it like adults, but it wouldn't be. There would be no reconciliation. No happy ending. 1078 It would be the first time in almost two months that I stayed on the couch. I say 'stayed', because there was no chance of sleep. 1079 ***** 1080 It wasn't the last time I ever saw her. Like Ally, Beth packed up while I was at work. Unlike Ally, she waited for me to get home, because she wasn't about to leave without having the last word. 1081 There she was. Sitting on the picnic table outside, waiting for me. Her things were gone. Moved out of my trailer. This time, Lily had given more than a roll of tape for help. Because she knew her daughter never planned on stepping foot in my trailer again. 1082 "Beth, I'm so..." 1083 "It's too late for that. I didn't come here for an apology. I came to say goodbye." 1084 "Please don't. What we have is special. And the baby." 1085 "Had. What we 'had' was special. But it's over. I'm going back to school, and you'll never hear another word about me or the baby." 1086 "Beth, please." 1087 "What Steve? 'Please', what? I could get over Ally. I understand it. But...my mother. How can you possibly think I'd be okay with it. I'm not naïve enough to believe it was a one-time thing between you. You paid her. You've paid to have sex with my mother." 1088 "Not the weekend you talked about. She came to me. I was here. Minding my own business. And she came looking for me." 1089 "And that makes it better for me? The thought of my mother and my boyfriend having sex is supposed to be normal?" 1090 "How many times do I have to tell you, it meant nothing to me. It was before you, and it will never happen again." 1091 "I know it meant nothing to you Steve. I know she means nothing to you and all the other guys who use her, but she's still my mother. And unlike all the guys who use her and throw her away, she means the world to me." 1092 Beth stood and started walking away. She was done with our conversation. Done with it all. 1093 "You know that's not what I..." 1094 "Maybe not, but it's what you said." 1095 My chin swelled. My eyes watered. I was all I could do to stop myself from screaming as I watched the taxi loaded with Beth and her stuff pull away. 1096 ***** 1097 In a drunken state of mind. In total darkness. Semi passed out on my picnic table. Oblivious to the goings on of the world around me, I was surprised when I felt the touch of a hand on me. 1098 "They're the seasons of our lives, Stevie." She put her fingers under my chin and lifted. "Come on baby, did you honestly, even for a split second, think that you and Beth would ever be a couple? It was never going to happen. Like you, she is hurting. She hates what I do, and she needed someone to cry to. Anyone. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time. But she's way out of your league. She likes you. And even though you put a baby in her, she doesn't love you. Like Ally, she never did, and she never will. But she didn't run away without saying goodbye. And do you know why? It's because she's not a cheap whore like your Ally." 1099 "Shut the fuck up Vanessa, you don't know shit. And where do you get off calling anyone else a 'whore'? You're a fucking whore." 1100 Using her working name was mean, but I wanted her to feel what I did. I wanted her to feel the same hurt and the pain. All of it. But in my stupor, I forgot who I was dealing with. Lily had feelings as bad or perhaps even worse than mine, for as long as I could remember she has been sad. 1101 "In what world did you ever imagine yourself being good enough for my baby, Stevie?" 1102 The need to fight back was there. But too much booze caused me to pass out. 1103 ***** 1104 I tried. I tried everything. Every day. But I had no number, no address, no help. And Lily sure as hell wasn't about to tell me how to contact her only child. I wanted Beth back. I needed Beth back. My life was completely empty without her in it. 1105 My only escape from her haunting me, was to start digging my grave again. 1106 The first bottle of hard booze I bought in over two months tasted like high octane gasoline. But accompanied with a pair of painkillers, it did the trick. It put me exactly where I wanted to be. It numbed me. And from that first day of returning to the bottle, I didn't look back. Every bottle after the first seemed to go down easier. 1107 I no longer spent money on food. Why bother? Every single penny I earned went toward self-gratitude and pain relief. 1108 After all, it was over. Beth was very clear about it. Her hands had stabbed another dagger into my heart. It cut a hole so big, I knew it could never be mended. 1109 And every day I could feel the wound. It tugged and ripped open. The constant tearing at my being. It was my pain and weakness that caused me to slip back into the hole I had briefly crawled out of. Only this time, I wasn't trying to get out. No, this time, I wanted to find out how deep the hole really was. Now instead of my backpack being full of fizzy waters, protein bars and books, it was once again full of beer, booze, and pills. 1110 I was falling deeper into a hole that no one, including myself, wanted to see me climb out of. 1111 Each day was bad. Every night it got worse. I got worse. As time passed, the deterioration became more evident. There was no way I could go any lower. At least that's what I thought. But then as I stumbled down the dirt road to my trailer, I saw Lily sitting on the lid of my favorite cooler. Lower seemed to be a distinct possibility. 1112 "You look like shit baby." 1113 "Thanks." 1114 "Oh, poor Stevie. It's not a compliment." 1115 "I know that you fucking cunt. Are you here to gloat? You did what you set out to do. She's gone and I'm alone, again." 1116 "Nope. Came for a beer and some smokes. Maybe a bit of your witty conversation." 1117 "Suck my dick, Vanessa." 1118 "Ahhh. Come on baby. You can do better than that. You know I've already been there, done that, and wiped my mouth on the t-shirt." 1119 "What the fuck do you want Lily?" 1120 "An apology." 1121 "For what? What in the fucking world would I ever have to apologize to you for? Maybe you should apologize to me for telling your daughter about us and chasing her away." 1122 Lily ignored my request for her to say sorry. 1123 "Let me see...how about for being a lowlife and trying to drag my baby down to your level." 1124 "You don't know shit. We had something special. I never, not even once, drank or smoked in front of her," I slurred. 1125 "Ahhh...such a big boy. And who says chivalry is dead." 1126 "Fuck you. You won; You withered up old cunt. Your stories and lies to Beth, ruined everything. What you did hurt everyone. You hurt your own daughter and you knew nothing about what we had." 1127 "Lies? Nothing I told her was a lie. And...oh, Stevie. Baby. As sad as it was...I did know. And I still know. I know way more than you could possibly figure out in your tiny brain. Our precious little girl has gone back to the big city. I didn't win anything. She left us both. And I'll probably never get to see her again. So, what do you think I could have possibly won? Beth hates me as much as she hates you. Maybe even more. No, I didn't win. She's gone back to her rich stepparents. Yes, the same stepparents who adopted her when the courts stole her away from me. The same stepparents who have already booked their precious little girl, our precious little girl, an appointment at an abortion clinic. You see Stevie, unlike me, they don't want their little girl carrying around the demon seed of some hick loser she had a meaningless fling with. Yeah. That's right you worthless fucking asshole. Even if the seed came from you, I still would have wanted a grandchild." 1128 "Fuck you, Vanessa. You started this shitshow. All of it. You're so unhappy with your own slutty life, you had to ruin ours." 1129 "Yours. I wanted to ruin your life. Never hers. I was trying to save hers. And all it ended up doing was costing me a daughter and a grandchild." 1130 "Do you think I feel any pity for you? You're such a pig. You let guys do whatever they want to you for a few bucks. And you think that gives you the right to decide what's best for other people." 1131 "Do you think it was a choice? Do you think that one morning I just woke up and thought to myself, "Hey, today would be a great day to start fucking men for money?" No, Steve. That's not how it happened and let me tell you something. It all started by hanging around guys like you. And let me tell you something else about those pigs. The only guy who has ever asked me to let them cum on my face, was you. And for the last time, I never gave a shit about what's best for you. I only cared about Beth." 1132 "How's that working out for you?" 1133 Lily took Fluffy off her lap and set the mutt on the ground. Standing, she looked at me and shook her head in disgust and sorrow. It was time for her to leave. 1134 "Where you goin, Vanessa?" 1135 "Not that it's any of your business, but home." 1136 "Sorry to break it to you, but I saw Bob on my way home. I shot him a fifty so I could fuck your ass again." 1137 "Well baby. Looks like you're fuckin Bob in the ass, cuz havin your dick in me has caused me enough pain and problems to last me a lifetime. So, you can keep your pecker in your pants. Cuz, it ain't ever comin near me again." 1138 Trying to use my words as ammunition, I said things to Lily. Bad things. Things that weren't called for, even if you hated the person, you were yelling them at. 1139 "Let's hope you find something in life that makes you feel better, Steve." 1140 "Grief and pain are all I know you fucking bitch." 1141 "I know, baby. It's another thing we have in common. Because, like you, I also know the feeling very well." 1142 For the first time since I'd met Lily, she looked like she was in pain. She looked like she had aged 10 years since the day Beth left. 1143 ***** 1144 My mind was reeling about Beth and the abortion. There was no way for me to contact her, even if I wanted to. Even if I found a way to contact her, what would I say. What could I offer? I was stone cold broke and looking for a loan. 1145 Returning to the bottle and doubling down on the pills had moved me back into financial hardship, but I couldn't have cared less. I was looking for something to help me find some answers. Answers to questions well beyond my realm of understanding. 1146 Looking at the countertop, it wasn't hard to see where my money had gone. It was lined up with half full bottles of inspiration. None of them had eased the pain. Not one of them had even touched it. None of them could even come close. 1147 But as I gulped down a mouthful of vodka and a handful of pills, I knew I was about to go somewhere other than where I currently was. The booze and drugs always found a way to release me into another dimension, even if it were only temporarily. 1148 Looking into a mirror I saw what everyone else saw. A loser. 1149 Even I could recognize the telltale signs. I was way beyond help. Beyond hope. Nothing or no one would save me this time. No. Deep down in my soul, in the caverns where I hide my deepest thoughts, I knew. 1150 I was too far gone to ever recover from this loss. 1151 ***** 1152 Much of what happened during the night or in the early morning was a blur to me. I seem to recall kicking open the door to Bob and Lily's trailer. There was no intent to hurt or injure them. All I wanted was the keys to their van. And from where I was currently sitting, it appears that I got what I went there for. 1153 Lifting the vodka to my lips for the very last time, I swallowed hard. 1154 Looking down the road, I smiled. I had always liked the way the mist and dew hung low and coated the fields in the morning. If never lasted long. Only until the sun came up and burned the dampness off. 1155 A chuckled escaped my lips. It was going to be a good day. 1156 This road. This fucking road. It would finally be the death me. 1157 ***** 1158 It had been far too long. So long in fact that I couldn't even remember the last time I was behind the wheel of a vehicle. Especially on this stretch of road. Walking the long stretch is always vivid in my head, but driving it was only a distance memory. 1159 Another chuckle. It's funny what the mind clings to. 1160 Even idling, I could tell Bob's old Econoline was badly in need of a tune-up. I could feel the poor thing shaking and vibrating as the motor worked. And the smell and fumes of unburned gasoline filled my nostrils. The poor truck was in as bad of shape as I was. Like me, it had not had a good life, and it was also struggling with what its future held. 1161 But it didn't matter. Neither of us needed or wanted to be healed. Neither of us required fixing. Because, with the sun coming up over the fields in the east, I knew it wouldn't be very long before we were both out of our misery. 1162 Later. When we were found. The van would be carted away to the wrecking yard, and my ashes would be put to earth and forgotten. In the months to come, we would be completely forgotten. 1163 ***** 1164 With a touch of my finger against the screen of my phone, the earbuds started piping music into my ears that was loud enough to tune out the world. I heard nothing but the music. They drown out everything but songs. And I knew the song I wanted. "Windows are rolled down". It would be my last song. My swan song. It was cued up. Like me, it was ready to go. I pushed play on my phone and Amos Lee's voice startled me into the reality of what lay ahead. 1165 Look up child, the world is born. 1166 Shoes untied, and your soles are worn. 1167 I put the truck into gear and pressed the accelerator to the floor as hard as I could. The tire spun on the gravel road, throwing stones and dust into the morning air. 1168 Windows are rolled down. 1169 The sun is setting high. 1170 Windows are rolled down. 1171 I'm fixin to die. 1172 The shitty fence posts started to fly past. Fuck them and fuck the fields of corn and sunflowers they so proudly protected. 1173 Corn rows have this companion feel. 1174 This rocky road and this steering wheel. 1175 Who do you call to ease your pain? 1176 I hope for you to get through this rain. 1177 With a slight tug to the right, the wheels of the old van were now on the grassy shoulder of the road. The only thing in sight was the line of big old oak trees. The needle on the speedometer was bouncing between 50 and 55. It wasn't very fast. But it would be fast enough. The van was old. It had come off the assembly line long before they started installing airbags and other safety features for protection. And to help my cause, I sure as hell wasn't wearing a seatbelt. 1178 With the row of solid old trees rapidly approaching, my fate was sealed. I felt no regret. There was no longer pain. My squandered life was the only thought racing through my mindless head. 1179 Windows are rolled down. 1180 Moon is hanging low. 1181 Windows are rolled down. 1182 Think it's time for me to go... 1183 END