Girl for Hire. Various
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we arrived, and my sense that this was just a date dissipated as I walked in on his arm and he was greeted by name by three staff members. They knew him, and therefore clearly knew I hadn’t been with him on his previous entrances. Maybe he’d brought other women, but not me. It was two in the morning; I could only be either easy or a whore – or, most accurately, both.
We didn’t linger, but I felt their eyes staring, trying to figure out if I was a one-night stand or something more. I wasn’t sure what I wanted them to think of me, exactly, but I couldn’t deny that the scrutiny made me wet. Clay’s hand on my back led me towards the elevators, and soon we were paired with a couple who I was sure were, in fact, escort and client. She was young, with full, ripe lips and flawless skin, her curvy body crammed into a skintight black dress that barely kept her boobs inside. He was at least thirty years her senior, balding, while she was blonde, delicate and beautiful. She giggled and clung to him tighter, and I squeezed Clay’s hand. Was I any different, or was that just wishful thinking?
We got off first, and he took my hand and held it up to his lips. ‘Listen, if you want to back out now, I understand. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. I’ll even let you keep the cheque. But if you do come back with me, I’m going to make you earn it, Maya, every last dollar.’ His voice got more ragged towards the end, and he backed me up against the wall so I could feel how hard he was. I looked into his eyes and swore I saw more than just lust.
‘I’ll come,’ I said, and no sooner were the words out of my mouth than his hand was clutching my hair tightly, pulling my head back as he sank his teeth into my neck. I could tell he was making a hickey, but I didn’t care. I was so wet, so hungry for him.
We made our way to his room and as he sank the key card into the hole, he said, ‘On your knees. You’re going to crawl into that room like the whore you are.’ I did it instantly, trembling with excitement. What did I care if anyone saw me? I no longer felt like myself, but a girl following his commands, ones I’d been waiting to hear for a long, long time. I crawled into the room, well aware of my ass being on full display. ‘Keep going,’ he said, nudging me gently with his foot as the door slammed shut behind us. He turned the lock.
‘Lift up that skirt for me, and pull down your panties,’ Clay instructed me. I was so wet my pussy almost hurt, and I hoped desperately that he was going to fuck me, or at least put his fingers, or really, at that point, anything, inside me. I pulled my skirt up over my hips and slid my panties down to mid-thigh, spreading my legs as far as possible. He leaned down and ran two fingers along my slit, pressing them against my sex but not entering me. ‘So wet, that’s what I like to feel. Get up and bend over the bed,’ he said, and I did, stumbling a little in my heels. He peeled my panties off and pressed my thighs apart, rewarding me with another stroking of my pussy. ‘I think you’re going to like what I’m about to do, Maya, very, very much, so much that I have a feeling you might be tempted to scream, and while you probably have a beautiful scream, I don’t want to be interrupted. So I’m going to shove these nice, wet panties in your mouth. If something is too much, I want you to kick off your left shoe. Do you understand?’
He turned me over onto my back and placed his hand around my neck, staring deep into my eyes. He looked almost kind even as he told me he wanted to gag me. ‘If I had a real gag, I’d love to shove it between these pretty lips,’ he said, before pinching them together. ‘But this will have to do, until I take it out so I can put my cock there.’ All that did was make me want his cock in my mouth even more than I wanted it in my pussy. ‘Are you ready for your spanking, Maya? Because once I start, I’m not going to stop until I’m ready to fuck you or you kick off your shoe.’
‘Yes, Clay, I’m ready.’ He shoved the panties in my mouth, and I shut my eyes to focus on breathing through my nose. He turned me over onto my stomach once again. My arms were out towards my sides, though suddenly I wished I were totally naked, with my arms bound above my head. I didn’t want to be tempted to try to cover myself, yet I knew that was part of my job – to be still, to force my hands to stay in place, to take his blows without trying to control them.
He didn’t start with the spanking, though. Instead he played with my pussy a little more, inserting a finger just enough to tease, but not enough to even come close to getting me off. Then his wet finger pulled out and stroked my asshole, easily easing inside. ‘What a sweet hole you have here, Maya. I might have to fuck you here instead of that very wet pussy of yours.’ I was glad the panties were in my mouth, because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to protest or agree. The truth was I wanted him in all my holes. He toyed with my ass for another minute or so before pulling out, pressing one hand on the small of my back and striking my right ass cheek hard, followed by an equally strong blow to the left one.
The heat of the smacks worked its way through me, and was quickly followed by more. He hit me right where I like it, striking the padded curves in a way that sent shock waves through my pussy. He was grunting, so I knew he was giving it his all, and he sustained a steady pace. The heat and pain and arousal mixed together until all I could feel was one big sensation blazing through me. Then he turned me over onto my back, and lifted my legs into the air, bringing my arms up to the backs of my thighs. ‘Hold yourself open for me, my little whore,’ he said, then let his hand land directly on my pussy. If my mouth hadn’t been full, I’d have told him, ‘Yes, yes,’ because it felt so fucking good, but all I did was clutch my thighs tightly, feeling the strain there as I held myself open for him. ‘You like that, don’t you? I can tell you’re getting wet for me,’ he said, his voice just loud enough to let me know he wasn’t only talking to himself.
‘I guess it’s a good thing I bought some toys today, in case I met a beautiful slut like you who wanted me to hurt her. Keep those legs open for me, Maya,’ he said, and I did, even spreading my legs a little bit more, even though the strain of the position was harder to maintain. I shuddered when he walked back with a small strip of leather, the kind I’d seen but never felt against my skin. He ripped my blouse so the buttons went flying, then rubbed the edge of the toy against each hardened nipple, before raining the leather right against my nipples while I watched. The sound of the leather hitting my skin seemed loud in the otherwise quiet room, and he kept going. My nipples blazed with pain, the kind that went directly to my pussy. I wondered if it were possible for me to ejaculate just from him hitting me like that.
When my nipples were duly chastened, he moved on to my pussy, slapping gently against it, which only made my lips more engorged. Then he was truly slapping me there, the blows making me tremble. For a second, I wondered if I should toss my shoe on the floor, kick my leg out and put a stop to this, because the pain was so intense, but then that initial sting would abate and the sweet buzz would settle deep into my core. I hated it, but I loved it, and ultimately I wanted him to keep going more than I wanted him to stop. Clay slapped the leather against my inner thighs, then back to my pussy a few more times before tossing the toy on the bed and climbing up next to me.
He pulled the panties out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. His tongue claimed my mouth and made me even wetter. I thought about that line in Pretty Woman, where Julia Roberts says she doesn’t kiss on the mouth, and decided that she’d been missing out. This was one of the best kisses of my life, and not because I was getting paid. Clay pulled away, leaving me panting, aching for his tongue, and his cock. ‘Look at me, Maya. I have something for you.’ I hadn’t realised I’d shut my eyes until I opened them to see his face, intense, serious, stern. He brought his hand up and tapped my cheek, making me shudder. He slapped it lightly and I squirmed, and then he did it again, hard. ‘Struggle for me, Maya. I want to have to subdue you. I want to have to hold you down while I spread those pretty legs and force my cock between them. Are you going to do that for me, Maya?’ He paused and lifted himself off me, genuinely waiting for an answer. He wanted to make sure that was my fantasy, too.
‘Yes, Clay, yes,’ I said. I’d never spoken about my rape fantasies, because how do you bring something like that up, how do you ask for the one thing you’re never supposed to? Yet he’d seen it in me, or maybe just in himself, and here he was, offering it to me. ‘Yes,’ I said again, suddenly eager for what was about to happen.
He got up again and stripped, then took out a roll of silver duct