Dirty Deals: Fuck For Cash

by Dille, K.

  They sat there in uncomfortable silence for a few more moments before Lara stood up suddenly, grabbing her purse.

  “I should get going,” she said abruptly. Mark wanted to ask her to stay, but knew better. He pulled out his wallet and handed her the two fifty.

  “Thanks,” she mumbled as she slipped it into her pocket. As she was getting ready to go, Mark went to kiss her, something that they'd taken to doing every time she left. She hesitated, only briefly, before grabbing him and kissing him roughly and fully on the lips. She kept kissing him for several seconds, before abruptly breaking away and leaving, shutting the door behind her. Mark began to wonder if maybe this situation was getting out of hand. Or maybe if it was going in a way that he wanted it to.

  Because, as much as he loved fucking her, he really wished he could fuck her as her boyfriend, not as the guy paying her for sex.

  Mark turned and headed for his computer.

  …

  “Stupid, stupid, fucking stupid!” Lara growled as she gripped her steering wheel. She'd said way too much to Mark. Clued him in on her shitty life. Her eyes were blurry and she realized, at once, that she was crying.

  Lara pulled into the parking lot of some anonymous diner and killed the engine. She reached for her purse and grabbed a cigarette. Lighting up with shaky hands and pulling rapidly on it, she tried to get herself under control. But the tears were freeing themselves from her eyes now. She choked back a sob and cursed Jim in her head.

  Goddammit, why did he have to be so fucking passive!? She turned that question back to herself. Why didn't she just fucking quit seeing Mark? She could hardly even use the 'I need money' excuse anymore. Why didn't she just admit what she was doing to Jim? She immediately knew why. Because she couldn't stand to see the look on his face. Because she still loved him, even if she didn't particularly like him.

  She tried not to tell herself that Mark enamored her so because she brought her back to better days. She tried to ignore the fact that Mark reminded her of her first boyfriend, who she fell in love with so thoroughly that it broke her for two years before after he left her. Or that she was beginning to feel her age, even if that was ridiculous. She was still a damn fine example of a woman...wasn't she? She tried to forget that Mark was always so eager to please her, always so happy to have her around, always devoted all his attention to her.

  And she tried to forget that Mark, in no way, ever treated her like a prostitute.

  Lara started up the car again, flicked the dead cigarette out the window and lit up a new one as she pulled out of the parking lot. She really needed to think this over, to figure out just what, exactly she wanted.

  She tried not to let the fact that she wanted Mark cloud her judgment.

  Chapter Six

  It was sometime after that two week point that Mark decided to try something new. In a way, he knew that he now had something like an advantage. Not only had he talked Lara into spreading her legs for him on a regular basis for some money, but now he knew how she felt about her relationship. He began to hope, seriously hope, that he might be able to make something happen. Because, even though he hadn't told her, he hadn't even let it slip yet, he was beginning to realize the startling truth of the situation.

  He was in love with Lara.

  The day after her confession, Lara couldn't make it. She said she was off work and was going to spend time with Jim. That seemed to spur Mark on further as jealousy bolted through his system. He poured over all sorts of websites, doing research on proper technique for pleasuring a woman with your fingers and your mouth. He wanted to get good at that. He also read a lot of blogs and articles about women in stuttering relationships, things they wanted but couldn't or wouldn't ask of their boyfriends or husbands.

  By the time that Lara came back around, he felt like he was somewhere approaching ready. When she came in, wearing those same gym shorts, loose fitting but still, somehow, showing off her curvy hips, he took her back to the bedroom. They stripped down naked and huddled together, kissing intensely, beneath the blankets.

  He laid on his left side, curling up around her, and then pushed her onto her back.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, legitimately confused, as he slipped his hand into between her thighs.

  “You'll see...just open your legs,” he replied softly. She seemed somewhat cautious, but did as she was told and spread her legs open a bit. He slipped his middle finger in between the lips of her vagina and began rubbing the flesh there. It was wet and warm and smooth. And as he found the small, wet nub of her clitoris, she let loose with a low moan from the back of her throat.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned as he began rubbing it smoothly up and down. “Mark, you don't have to-” But then she lost her words as he intensified the motion, pressing a little harder and moving his finger faster. She began panting, pushing her head deeper into the pillow, her eyes closed. She kept letting out sharp cries of pleasure and low moans.

  “Do you like it?” he asked.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she replied, biting her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut. She resumed panting and moaning and before he knew it, she cried out and he felt warm liquid douse his hand and wrist.

  “Oh God, fuck me,” she demanded, pulling him on top of her. And he did. By that time, he didn't need her help sliding into her. He pushed himself in, finding it wetter and warmer than usual, and began to thrust into her. She spread her legs wide, moaning in desperate pleasure. He pushed himself up on his hands, staring at her jiggling chest, then down at him, sliding in and out of her perfect, smooth, pale vagina.

  And then he was leaning back down, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her. She responded immediately and passionately, wrapping her arms and then her legs around him, begging for more. He lasted for as long as he could, the pleasure nearly driving him insane, his orgasm welling up, just beneath the surface, screaming for release. And when he did release, according to Lara, it was the biggest mess he'd made inside of her so far.

  “I'll have to wash the sheets,” he murmured afterward while they were both lying there on sweat stained blankets and sheets, panting and unwinding in the pleasant, post coital glow.

  “It can wait. Everything can wait,” Lara replied. She seemed spent, more so than she had been ever before. They laid there together with two and a half hours to kill. Mark then took his cellphone and set an alarm two hours ahead.

  “You want to take a nap?” he asked. She seemed to hesitate for a long time, as if struggling with the decision. Finally, she nodded.

  “Yes,” she replied. He set the cellphone on the bedside table and then rolled over. He curled up against her warm back and she settled into his embrace. Right before he drifted off, Mark felt certain that this is what love felt like.

  He woke up he didn't know much later, but the alarm hadn't gone off yet. He was still curled up around her, and he was hard. He could feel his dick in between her warm, smooth thighs. And as he shifted slightly, he realized that the tip was resting just in the opening of her vagina. Feeling excited and bleary with lethargy, he pushed his hips forward, sliding in further. He let out a low moan, sliding his hand up and grasping one of her breasts. He began having sex with her, grinding up against her ass, the pleasure somehow amplified by his tired state.

  After a moment of this, Lara came awake.

  “Mmm...helping yourself?” she asked sleepily. He hesitated.

  “Do you mind?”

  “No. Keep going...it feels great,” she replied.

  He kept going. He pressed himself tightly up against her, breathing into the back of her neck, smelling in the sweet scent of her hair as he fucked her. She moaned loudly, twitching and shuddering every now and then in pleasure. Eventually, he rolled her over onto her stomach and began pounding her into the mattress.

  She buried her face in the pillow, moaning and crying out in pleasure. He pushed himself up, still tired but now more awake, and stared down at her sweet, round, pale ass. The skin was so smooth and perfect there, it wa
s something that he found still turned him on beyond reason. He came, then, and filled her up, then collapsed back down on top of her. She pulled her head up and laid it down sideways, breathing heavily.

  “That was good. Sleepy sex is always good,” she murmured. Then, “How much more time do we have?” Mark pulled out of her and moved over to the other side of the bed. He picked up his cellphone and consulted the time.

  “Only half an hour til the alarm goes off.” he replied. Lara frowned.

  “I wish I could stay longer, mmm...fuck it,” she said, which woke Mark up more. “Just set the alarm back another two hours.” Mark blinked.

  “Really?” She nodded, smiling sleepily.

  “This makes me happy.” Mark stared down at her, then kissed her on the lips and pushed the alarm back. He laid back down, curling up against her back, an arm looped protectively over her torso. As they drifted off, Lara murmured something.

  “What?” he asked, coming back awake.

  “Do you think I'm out of shape?” she mumbled. He couldn't tell if she was awake or not.

  “No. You're in great shape, Lara. Why do you ask?”

  “I stopped working out a few months ago...I've put on like...fifteen pounds.”

  “Well, trust me Lara, you look fucking great. And besides, I've never gone for those super skinny girls, anyway. I like a little thickness.” He ran his hand up and down her torso.“You fill out those gym shorts very nicely.” He could hear the smile in her voice as she replied.

  “You know, Mark, if any other guy said that, I'd probably give them a good pop in the jaw,” she said. Mark laughed and kissed the back of her neck, making her shudder.

  “Go back to sleep,” he whispered. He felt so in tune with her right now that it was absurd. He felt as if his chest was melting and swelling at the same time.

  “Okay, honey,” she whispered. And he almost started crying when she called him that. Instead, he held her tight and drifted off.

  When they woke up, Lara cleaned herself up, dressed and made for the door. When Mark pulled out the wad of twenties, totaling up to two hundred, she waved it away.

  “Keep it,” she said. His eyes widened.

  “Seriously?” She smirked and then leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, accompanied by a wink.

  “It's on the house,” she said, and then she was gone, leaving him standing there holding a fistful of twenties and very confused.

  He was smiling, though. And felt really good.

  …

  What was she doing?

  Lara felt giddy as she made her way home. Jim wouldn't be there. She already knew that. Wednesday nights were one of his designated pool nights. He wasn't asking where all the money was coming from. If anything, he seemed just as happy to be away from her as she was of him. Lara felt crazy along with the feeling of giddiness.

  She'd just given up two hundred bucks. And why? Because Mark made her feel young and stupid? Because he was going out of his way to pleasure her? And because he was good at it? After five years, Jim had learned all of her buttons and how to push them, sexually speaking. But he had given up. And she didn't blame him. She hadn't sucked his dick in over a year now. Only now, in retrospect, did she admit the truth to herself. Blowing him had become a hassle. He'd gotten to the point where he took damn near fifteen minutes to blow his load.

  But not with Mark. No, even after three weeks of almost daily sex, he had only managed to get up to maybe five minute sessions. Lara had had sex that lasted almost forty five minutes, and she had had sixty second quickies before. If she had to choose, she'd go with the quickie. Because after about twenty minutes, sex just got boring. It became work. Jim had grown so used to her pussy that, back when they were doing it, he didn't even finish anymore. And it wasn't as if Lara really blamed him. Less mess to clean.

  They had both gotten lazy.

  But with Mark...ah, it was just like her teenage days. She realized that she kept coming back to that. To feeling younger, when it felt like the whole world was ahead of her. Falling into a routine had really killed a lot of those emotions. And she'd been happy, content, honestly. Because having someone to come home to, having a steady job, having a uniform, consistent life...it was secure. And security felt good.

  But she had truly forgotten what thrilling felt like. What exciting felt like. How goddamn fucking intoxicating lust and passion could be.

  And, as much as the thought scared her, of what it felt like to be really loved.

  Chapter Seven

  Things only got better. When she came over the next day, he broke out the oral. He took her back to the bedroom, stripped her naked and pushed her back on the bed. He'd kissed her, briefly, then, as she had done so many times for him, slid down to her waistline. She didn't have to ask what he was doing this time. He was nervous that he wasn't going to be any good at it, but, honestly, he told himself, how hard could it be?

  Even Mark couldn't screw this one up. And he didn't. He spread the lips of her vagina, found her clit, a little, white nub amongst a small field of glistening pink, and began to lick it. Lara began crying out. She had to put a pillow over her head, screaming into it. And as he continued licking, switching between using just the tip and the whole tongue in broad strokes that ran the entire length of the flesh he found there, he began to hear what she was saying.

  “Oh God! Oh, Mark!”

  And that struck him very hard, because, he realized right then, not once had she ever done that before. She had never screamed his name during. It was like reaching a new plateau. He was one step closer to his goal, which he still saw as next to impossible. Because as shitty at the relationship might seem...Lara had been with this guy for five years for a reason. And some nineteen year old toting a lot a cash and oral sex probably wasn't going to win her into his life sans cash.

  Then again, maybe he had a shot. So he kept going with the licking for as long as he could. She tasted weird, not bad necessarily, just strange. A very organic taste that he hadn't been expecting. It was his jaw that wore out, but not just before there was a squirt of liquid from her that coated the bottom half of his face and got in his mouth a little.

  “Oh shit, I'm sorry!” Lara cried in genuine horror, pulling the pillow away. Mark looked up as he was wiping off his mouth and cheeks.

  “Hey, it's no big deal. You let me blow off all over your face and swallowed a load, it's the least I could do,” he replied. He paused then, his eyes widening in surprise, as he realized something. “Are you-are you crying?” Lara smiled and sniffed, then wiped her eyes.

  “A little,” she replied. He felt thrown off center, feeling the bottom of his stomach drop out in fear. She must've read that because she instantly replied, “No! No! It's a good thing, Mark. I'm crying because it felt so good,” she replied. Then, she added, “Jim hasn't eaten me out in over a year.”

  “Geez,” Mark replied, unsure how to take that. But inside, he felt elated. He felt like she was really starting to like him, and not just because she was being paid to do so. He crawled forward until he was laying on top of her.

  “Will it be for free this time, too?” Mark asked right before he slipped himself into her. She gasped, then nodded, still wiping tears away, and said,

  “You earned it.”

  …

  “Fuck it.” Lara said as she began gathering clothes from the clean basket and shoving them into the duffel bag. Her head was still swimming with how fucking good his tongue had been. And how accepting he'd been of her. When he'd gone down on her, she had felt herself seize with fear. Oral, with Jim, had special, and ugly, connotations on it.

  It had been smooth for the first year or so of their relationship, and he'd really gotten into it. Until she'd squirted all of his face. Some of it had gotten into his eyes, and he about lost it. To his credit, he needed eyedrops for several days after that, but he gave her a lot of shit for it. She'd felt terrible about it, and was terrified of a repeat performance. For nearly six months, she hadn'
t let him go down on her. When they finally got back into it, he seemed really cautious about it. Even to this day, it remained a point of contention.

  But Mark...he'd just done it. And let her blow her own load on his face. Hell, he'd even felt like he owed it to her, when she was the one charging him for letting him dip his wick in her. And she wasn't even accepting his money anymore...

  So what did that make them?

  Lara zipped up the duffel bag and chose not to think about that. Jim was leaving for the week. Every year, he went to go spend a week with his parents. Usually, Lara went. But she hadn't gone the past two, so she saw no reason to go this time. He didn't even ask why when she said she didn't really feel like going.

  Lara took it as a good sign.

  She no longer cared just what she and Mark had become. They didn't have to be anything.

  Just happy.

  Happy was good enough her for, for as long as it lasted.

  Grinning, she hurried towards the door.

  ...

  When Lara showed back at his house later that very same night, grinning big with a duffel bag over her shoulder, Mark didn't know how to react.

  “Have I got a deal for you,” she said when he opened the door. She nearly pushed him out of the way to get inside. He closed the door behind her.

  “What's going on?” he asked, very excited. Whatever was going on, she was in good spirits, and the duffel bag looked bulging full. Maybe of clothes.

  “Jim's out of town for the next five days, family reunion a few states over. I told him I didn't feel like going and he didn't put up much of an argument. So...my deal to you is this. Five hundred bucks and you get me for five days. You can do anything you want to me,” she said. Lara wore a very dark, coy and thoroughly mischievous grin. Mark was speechless. He barely managed to sputter.