Dirty Deals: Fuck For Cash

by Dille, K.

  She was silent the whole way there and he had to fight not to look back at her. He fished his keyring out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his apartment. Once they were inside, he shut the door and focused on Lara. She was chewing on her lip in nervous tension. It looked incredibly seductive.

  “We'd need to work out a few things, first,” she said. Mark nodded. He'd expected this.

  “Like a price?” he asked. Lara blinked and hesitated, then nodded. “I've been thinking about this. How about, fifty for a blowjob, a hundred for sex and one fifty for anal?” It took Lara a moment to collect herself.

  “Two hundred for anal,” she said finally. Mark nodded happily, unable to keep the big, stupid grin off his face.

  “Deal.” Silence descended once more while Lara considered the situation. Mark let her take her time. He'd waited this long, he didn't want to fuck it all up by rushing her.

  “Now, if you're clean of STDs, then we don't have to worry about condoms. I got my tubes tied a few years ago when I decided I didn't want kids,” Lara said. He'd anticipated this, too. He pointed to a manilla folder on the coffee table next to her.

  “What's this?” she asked, turning and picking it up.

  “Tests. I went and got tested when I decided to do this. I'm free and clear,” Mark replied. Lara seemed impressed as she thumbed through the pages. And she should be, Mark thought. The tests were expensive, humiliating and, in some cases, painful. While he'd always been about ninety nine percent certain that he didn't have anything, it still felt good knowing.

  “And I imagine you're clean, then, too?” he asked.

  “I am,” Lara replied. “But I really don't feel like getting tests...suffice to say that I've only fucked one person for the last five years, and if I had anything, it'd be obvious by now.” While that wasn't entirely true, Mark found that he didn't care. He was already getting hard, and his patience was running out. He desperately, painfully, wanted her.

  “There's one last thing,” Lara said as she set the folder and her purse down on the table. “You have to swear to God, and I mean swear, that you won't tell anyone about this. Got it? I fucking mean it.”

  Lara's voice became low and intimidating. Mark hesitated, shocked at the swift change. He nodded.

  “Don't worry, I promise. I swear, I won't tell anyone.”

  And he meant it, too. He was more concerned with having sex with Lara rather than proving that he did it. He could care less what anyone else thought about him. Well, except Lara. She was staring at him, he realized. Pursing her lips, she looked him up and down. He realized, all at once, that she was sizing him up. Trying to determine what kind of a fuck he would be. It made him vaguely uncomfortable.

  “Do you have to call your boyfriend?” he asked. She shook her head.

  “No.” She continued looking at him, placing her hands on her nicely rounded hips. “Have you ever fucked a girl?” Mark swallowed.

  “No,” he admitted. Why else did she think he was doing this? Lara smirked, then.

  “So, I'll be taking your V card,” she said. Mark shifted uncomfortably.

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Well, then. One more thing. I want five hundred, up front. A signing bonus, you could call it,” she said. Mark hesitated again, but immediately decided 'fuck it'. He wanted her so bad it was killing him, and the only thing between them was five hundred bucks?

  No contest.

  “Deal.” Lara continued smirking, she came up close to him and stuck her hand out.

  “Let's go.”

  He slipped his hands into hers and she laced their fingers. Her skin was warm and smooth. Mark's heart was pounding. He was far more nervous than before. What if he was terrible? Well, he probably would be. Sure, he'd seen hours of sex. But he'd never had anything remotely like it. He closed his eyes briefly and told himself that it didn't matter. He wasn't paying her to judge him, just to fuck him.

  She took him back into his bedroom and closed the door behind them. It occurred to him that Lara had complete control of this situation as she sat him down on the edge of the bed. He watched, enraptured, as she began undressing. He was so hard now it was almost hurting. She unbuttoned her over-shirt and shed it, letting it slide off onto the ground. She pulled the tank top she wore beneath up and off.

  He could see her smooth stomach now, which was slightly more padded than the shirt revealed. But that didn't bother him. In fact, he found it nice. Lara grinned darkly then, she pulled her pants down and took her socks off with it.

  She stood then, the dark grin still on her face, and placed her hands on her hips. Clad in only her bras and panties, she looked like a goddess.

  “What would you like me to take off next?” she asked. Mark blinked, he was so nervous and turned on it was almost making him sick to his stomach. He finally managed to stammer out,

  “Uh, your bra.”

  Lara seemed to be enjoying his dismayed state. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, slowly sliding it down her arms. She kept her breasts covered for a few seconds longer, before finally lowering her arm and revealing them. Mark had seen hundreds, maybe thousands of breasts online. At this point, who hadn't? But they were a far cry from having a pair of them right there, in the room, in the flesh, right in front of you. If he had to guess, he would imagine she was at the far end of C cup size. They were rounded and pale and beautiful with small, pink nipples. Lara continued smiling at the attention.

  “Wow, you are really enraptured by this, aren't you? Have you even had a girlfriend?” she asked.

  “I haven't,” Mark replied awkwardly. He swallowed again, trying to regain control of himself. “Okay, um, turn around and take your panties off,” he said. Lara did as she was told, and turned around, facing away from him. She bent slightly as she rolled her panties down. Her ass was smooth and pale, too. It was nicely curved, not toned, but firm, definitely. As if she had spent a while working out, and then let herself go slightly. Her thighs were thicker than they seemed, too. Her hips nice and smooth and white.

  She eventually turned back around and he stared at her in her full naked glory. Her vagina was completely bald. Either he asked her about it or she noticed him staring, because the next thing he knew, she was explaining it, and walking slowly towards him.

  “I had laser hair removal a few years ago,” she said. “Got tired of trimming up down there.” Mark just nodded numbly and then shifted nervously as she settled down on top of him, her knees on either side of him. She straddled him, and then leaned in and pressed her lips firmly to his own. It was his first kiss, under circumstances which, a week ago, he would have never imagined would actually happen.

  Her lips were warm and soft and wet. He didn't respond at first, too stunned, so she leaned in more, deepening the kiss. He responded then, finally getting back full control of himself. He wrapped his arms around her, just holding her for a few seconds before sliding his hands down to cup her ass. He began groping it, and felt a low groan escape his throat.

  She tasted like something, breath mints or maybe gum. Everything seemed to be happening in a rush, despite the fact that she seemed to be taking it purposefully slow. She kept kissing with him, opening up her mouth and slipping her tongue in. She moaned very softly. Mark found himself surprised at how well she was taking this, and wondered if she was acting or just letting herself get into it. Either way, he didn't care, because it was working.

  He continued groping her ass until he let go with his right hand and slipped it in between them. He grabbed one of her breasts and groaned at the warm, smooth flesh he found there. After he didn't know how long, she pulled away from him. Without a word, she stood back up and then knelt. He began to get very nervous as she began to work at getting his slacks undone. He was very glad he'd taken an extensive shower before work today, and that it hadn't been all that long of a shift. She finally freed him from his pants.

  He was nervous that she would laugh at the hard tube of flesh staring her in the face, but she didn'
t. Mark had no idea how big was big to Lara. He only knew to assume that he had a small dick. It only made sense. If he'd had a big one, then he'd logically be way more confident, and then he wouldn't have found himself in this situation.

  And then all thoughts ceased as he felt her warm breath on his penis. She slid her hot, wet tongue smoothly up the bottom of it and then slipped it into her mouth. He gasped as she began bobbing her head rapidly, sucking as she did so. For a few moments, it was all he could do not to finish right then and right there in her mouth.

  He had to make her stop three times, his dick threatening to blow off a load into her mouth. Although that would have just cost him fifty instead of a hundred, he would have much preferred to finish in her vagina. If all the stories he'd heard and all the videos he'd seen were any indication, it was that cumming inside of a woman's pussy was probably the apex of physical pleasure. Except, maybe, anal.

  But that was later, he promised himself. He finally made her stop altogether.

  “Okay, okay...lay down on the bed,” he said hurriedly, his voice heavy. He stood and began shedding his clothes. He didn't know why, but he wanted to be completely naked for this.

  “You're the boss,” Lara replied easily.

  Mark hurriedly unbuttoned his over-shirt, then tossed it aside. Inside of thirty seconds, he had his boxers off and was crawling into bed on top of her. She was lying there, naked and smiling that smile of hers, and still, he knew she was in control. She could have asked for anything right then and he'd have done it to get at her pussy. But she didn't ask for anything. She just spread her smooth, long legs as he settled in between her.

  “Here,” she whispered as he struggled to get inside her. He felt embarrassed as she reached down in between them and grabbed his dick, coated in a thick film of her saliva, and guided him into her. He let out a low groan, louder than all the others, as he slid into her perfect, tightly coiled, steaming hot wetness.

  Jacking off and even getting head didn't prepare him for the flat out, absolute pleasure of sliding into Lara's vagina. He laid down on top of her, his arms wrapped around her, in between her back and the mattress. He held her very tightly to him, kissing her roughly, as he began to thrust into her. She moaned loudly, hands at his back, and he didn't care if she was faking. The pleasure was beyond anything he'd felt before.

  Once he started thrusting into her, pounding her, he felt positive that he was physical incapable of stopping. Someone could have walked in and pointed a gun at his head and he still wouldn't be able to stop fucking Lara's brains out.

  She was moaning, panting in his ear, begging desperately for more. He kept going for as long as he could manage, lost in the pale warmth of her long, lean body. Lost in between her padded thighs. Inside of her perfect, wet vagina. Kissing her, their tongues twining together, saliva mixing. He completely forgot about trying to do a good job, about trying to last long or impress and became utterly lost inside of her.

  Mark had no idea how much time had passed when he finally came. For those few brief seconds, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, but the orgasm. He could feel his hips thrusting in short bursts, could hear himself moaning, could feel himself holding her tightly. There was just him, shooting his load into her.

  When he finished, he collapsed down onto her, face down in the pillow, breathing heavily. He realized he was sweating profusely.

  “Oh my God,” he breathed. Lara just laid there beneath him, her arms at her sides now, breathing heavily as well. Finally, after what felt like forever, he managed to push himself up. Resting on his hands, he stared down at her pale chest, glistening slightly with sweat. Then his gaze shifted to her face. Her hair was a mess, plastered to her forehead. She was smiling slightly, looking amused rather than satisfied.

  Actually having fucked her now, the blood began to return to his head. He pulled out of her, which was almost painful, the head of his dick especially sensitive, and then collapsed onto his side next to her. He draped an arm over her midriff.

  “Well worth that six hundred bucks?” she asked, lying there next to him. Mark nodded weakly.

  “Yes...well, well worth it,” he replied with lethargic conviction. A few seconds passed in uncomfortable silence. “How...how was I?” he asked. Lara looked over at him, still looking incredibly beautiful in the dim light. “Spare my feelings,” he added. She nodded.

  “It was obvious that you were a virgin, but...well, not terrible,” she said. “You kept a good rhythm. You were fast, though.”

  “How long were we fucking?”

  “I'd say...two minutes.” Mark's eyes widened briefly in surprise.

  “Two minutes!?” he cried. “It felt like at least ten.” Lara grinned and shrugged.

  “Sex'll do that to you.” She got up, right then, out from under him.

  “Where are you going?” Mark asked.

  “To clean myself up and have a smoke,” she replied, heading out of the room.

  Mark, intrigued, got up, swayed briefly on his feet, and then followed her. Again, he felt strangely detached from himself, almost unable to believe what had just happened. He had just fucked a thirty four year old, full blown babe. And she had done it for a hundred bucks. Well, plus the signing bonus. He wondered if that was cheap. Or expensive. He'd heard stories of Vegas hookers costing upwards of three thousand dollars...but that just seemed stupid to him.

  He followed Lara out to the bathroom where she was wiping at her vagina with a wadded up collection of toilet paper. She did this for a few seconds before flushing it, then repeated the process once more. She noticed him watching her and said,

  “You blew a huge load in me,” she said. “When was the last time you jacked off?”

  “Um...last night, I guess,” he replied, uncomfortable.

  “Wow,” was all she had to say to that.

  She finished what she was doing, and, still fully nude, walked into the living room and grabbed her purse. She walked past him back to the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, pulled one out and lit up.

  “I didn't know you smoked,” Mark said, pulling his boxers back on. He never liked being naked for anything but a shower.

  “I don't, usually. Well, maybe three or four a week. And I take good care of my teeth,” she replied. Mark walked over and sat down next to her on the bed. They sat together in awkward silence for a few moments.

  “Are you okay?” Mark asked finally. Lara was staring at the ground, or at nothing, really. She didn't look at him when she spoke.

  “I don't know, really. I mean, one part of me really can't believe what I just did. I never thought I'd fuck for money. I mean, especially when I was younger. But, when you get older...you just kind of...mellow out, you know? Things don't seem so serious or important as they used to. And...well, I need money.” Lara shrugged. “Bad. If they keep cutting my hours, you'll have more business,” she joked. Mark managed a small laugh.

  “I...I don't know how to feel,” he admitted.

  “Feel...good. You got laid. Fuck, you lost your virginity to a thirty four year old. How many teens can honestly say that?” she replied. “Leave it at that.” Mark nodded, deciding that might be for the best.

  “Will you be okay?”

  “I think so...just, please, don't tell anyone about this.”

  “I promise,” Mark replied. And he meant it. He didn't want to fuck up what he had going. Lara took another puff off the cigarette.

  “Tell me, honestly...am I small?” he asked. Lara looked over at him in surprise, then began laughing.

  “Small? No, not really. I mean, you're not huge, but you definitely aren't small. Christ, when will you boys get over your dick measuring contests?” she muttered to herself. “Trust me, men care more about how big their dicks are than women do. And, for the record, you're actually a little bit bigger than my boyfriend. But don't let that give you a big head. Length is no indicator of good fucking.”

  It was then that
Mark was really struck by how much older and more mature she was than him. And he felt really out of his depth. But Lara killed the cigarette and, seeing there was nowhere to put it, walked into the bathroom and flushed it. She came back into the bedroom and started getting dressed. Mark managed to remember the money before she had to ask him. He fished out a collection of twenties and handed it over to her.

  “Thanks,” she said after counting them and slipping them into her pocket. “Now I can keep my fucking lights on,” she muttered unhappily. She began to head for the living room and Mark hurried to follow her. As she grabbed her purse and headed for the door, he called her name. She paused and turned.

  “Yeah?”

  “When can I see you again?” he asked awkwardly.

  “Same time tomorrow?” He nodded vigorously and she smirked at that. She began to step forward, then hesitated, then finally leaned forward and kissed him once, quickly, on the lips.

  “Make sure you have the money,” she said, and then she was gone. Mark felt very strange after that. He decided not to think about it.

  But, he found as he went back to his bedroom and laid down on the bed, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

  …

  Lara didn't know how to feel as she slipped back into her car and began to drive home. She felt numb. By the time her apartment complex came into sight, she didn't turn into the parking lot, instead opting to keep driving. She couldn't go home, not now. She wasn't scared of Jim finding out. She loved him...but they hadn't fucked for six months now. He wouldn't notice. He wouldn't even ask where she was.

  As she drove down the city streets under the bright sunshine, passing all manner of buildings, the emotions began to come. First, she felt angry. Mark had propositioned her for sex, and she'd taken the money. Because she fucking needed it. First, she was pissed at him, for trying to turn her into a prostitute. Then, she was made at herself, for doing it. But the anger faded almost as quickly as it had come.

  Because what was sex? At this point in her life, she found herself liberated of many societal pressures that used to plague her. Mainly, religion. Her parents raised her to be Christian, and to treat sex as something to be tolerated only in marriage, and only when producing children. The thought of kids terrified her, always had. The idea of creating another life, and all that could go wrong with that...she just didn't feel up to it. Probably one of the biggest factors in accepting Jim was the fact that he also had no interest in kids.