"Yup." He nodded.
"Sure. My pleasure. Have you been here before or is this your first time?" I stepped forward and looped my arm through his as I launched into the standard repartee we'd all been trained in.
He glanced down at me and I realized exactly how tall he was. "I'm not real into small talk."
"All right. Would you like a drink from the bar?"
"No."
"So you want to go in back?" We negotiated in the privacy of our rooms. What he wanted. What I was willing to do. What he was willing to pay for it. That kind of stuff.
He nodded again. The silence was a bit unnerving, though I guess it was no worse than having to deal with a chatterbox. Some guys never shut the hell up. Nerves, I guess.
I led him back to my room. He watched me close the door. His gaze tracked me to where I'd picked up a menu of what the Cat Haus provided customers. "Would you like to take a look at what we offer?"
"I know what I want."
"Okay." I smiled. "Tell me. What do you want?"
Big man reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He tossed it on the bed and I could see it was all hundreds. A few thousand worth. "I want two hours."
My brow rose. "It's usually best to negotiate the acts we'll be doing, rather than the time you want to spend since that can vary."
"I want to do anything I want for the next two hours."
I glanced at the wad of bills. It wasn't nearly enough for me to allow this man to do anything he wanted to me. Some guys were into some pretty sick shit. I shook my head.
"That's not enough?" His brow drew down low. His tone sounded angry.
"It's not the amount that's the issue."
"Then what is it?"
I chose to tell him the absolute truth, which didn't happen all that often. "It's the word anything. That leaves quite a bit open."
He glanced at the door, and then at me. "That big guy who let me in is still out there. Right?"
"Gus? Yes. He owns the place so he's pretty much always around here somewhere."
"Then what are you worried about?"
He was right. Gus may be a dickhead but we were his income and he wanted to protect at least that, if not us. What big guy here didn't know was that though Gus wasn't just outside my door, ready to swoop in and rescue me from any deranged whackos, he had installed a button in every room. It turned on an intercom that fed directly to the office, which was manned by someone twenty-four/seven—the hours the Cat Haus was open for business. If any girl got nervous, she just had to hit that button and the office could listen in, and come help if the situation warranted.
"All right. Deal." I scooped up the cash and tossed it into the drawer next to the bed. I turned back to find he'd advanced toward me. He was so close and so large, I felt very small and in spite of our agreement, a bit uncomfortable.
Fisting my hair, he yanked my head back with one hand until I was staring up at him. His other hand he shoved between my legs, rubbing me through the fabric of the bottoms that matched my corset. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream."
I swallowed, believing him and suddenly wondering if his dick would be in proportion to his height, because this close he towered over me like King Kong and I was as helpless in his hands as Jessica Lange.
"I like it rough." He was watching his hand as he rubbed over my clit, through my clothes but hard enough it started to get me excited.
His gaze moved to my face. "You afraid of me?"
"No." I swallowed hard.
"Liar." He smiled, a sick, psycho kind of smile that lit his face with a maniacal glow. He'd be an attractive man aside from the crazy killer look. "Tell me the truth."
My heart pounded and I realized how hard it was to breathe in this corset and with my neck yanked back at this angle. I wasn't about to give him the answer he wanted so I didn't say anything.
He finally released the grip he had on my hair but only so he could yank the bottom of my outfit down my legs. My bare mound faced him, making his eyes narrow. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed."
I crawled onto the mattress as he'd instructed, feeling very exposed. The muscles in my pussy and my ass clenched as thoughts of what he might do to me careened through my brain. I was starting to throb in anticipation. Fucked up as it seemed, and as frightened as I was, I was still getting turned on.
Shoving two fingers inside me, he fucked me with them as he said, "You're wet. You like this."
Not seeing the need to answer, I didn't.
"You like it in the ass?"
This I did answer. "No."
He laughed, which scared me. My ass tightened in reaction. "We'll see."
I swallowed hard, remembering the sizable amount of cash in the drawer. He'd paid good money, and I'd accepted it. Time to pay the piper.
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed the tip of one into my asshole, slower, gentler than I'd expected from him. "Fuck, you're tight. Guess that's why you've got this big jug of lube here next to the bed."
I felt him pull the finger out of me, and then heard him pumping the bottle of lube.
Two hours. I'd sold him two hours to do anything he wanted, short of something bad enough it would require me to press the intercom and scream for help. I really needed to work on my negotiating skills. He pressed deep into my ass with a slick finger that felt like the size of a Polish kielbasa. With his other hand he reached between my legs and found my bare clit. My muscles clenched in response.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you? I feel you squeezing. I think you want me to fuck your ass." He rotated the finger inside my ass while moving it in and out, the lube making it easier for him to go deep. When I didn't reply, he pinched my clit. "Don't you?"
He breached me with a second slick finger until I felt uncomfortably full. At the same time he remained zeroed in on my clit, working me toward orgasm.
What answer was he looking for here? The truth or a lie? Again, inexplicably, I opted for the truth. "No."
"I'm gonna prove you're lying. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass until you come." His hands left me briefly and I heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor. Then he was back, his cock nudging at my pussy. "First I'm gonna fuck your pussy. Then I'm going to put my dick in your ass and fuck you until you scream because it feels so good."
My muscles clenched as he spoke about what he was going to do to me, and he must have felt it. "You afraid of me? Of what I'm going to do to you? You want me to stop? Tell me to stop."
He was getting off on my fear. The realization hit me hard enough I wanted to slap myself in the forehead. Of course. I couldn't believe I hadn't realized it before. This was a rape fantasy for him and he was willing to shell out a lot of cash for it, and for me to playact the frightened victim. I figured at least the guy was smart enough to get his kicks this way. Better me here than him going out and doing it with some girl on a date.
"Please. Don't." I played along. It wasn't hard. This guy was hung and I was terrified of what his cock would do to my ass if he made good on his threat and wasn't gentle about it.
Plunging his dick deep into my pussy, he laughed. "You know you want it. All girls say they don't, but they do. They want it bad."
He started working on my clit again with one hand while he plowed his cock into me from behind.
"No. I don't want it. Please stop."
"I'll have you begging me for it. Just wait and see." He held still inside me and I heard the lube pump again. He circled my tight hole with a fingertip and my muscles contracted in reaction. "Go ahead. Try and keep me out. Squeeze harder. I love it."
His fingers slid inside, stretching me wide. His other hand on my clit and his cock stroking inside my pussy had me gasping. I bore down and the sensations intensified. He groaned behind me. "Thought you didn't like this."
"I don't," I answered as he fucked my ass faster with his fingers.
"Too bad." He pulled out. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him staring down at the cock in his
hand, his full concentration on getting it good and slick with the lube.
I noticed at some point he'd rolled on a condom without my even asking him to. I appreciated that, but didn't mention it now. It was time to get back to the show. "Please, don't do this. Fuck my pussy all you want, but not my ass. Please."
"Sorry, babe. No can do. I'm an ass man, and I'm gonna stretch your pretty little hole wide." He moved back to stand behind me, my ass high and totally exposed and vulnerable. His for the taking and he took. The wide head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscles that were hell bent on keeping him out. He pushed deeper and I panicked.
"Wait." I wasn't playacting the reluctant lover this time. This guy was big and I was tight. It was a frightening combination.
"This is going to happen. I'm fucking your ass and I'm not gonna stop until I shoot my load deep inside you." At least he'd stopped pushing in.
Resigned, I nodded. "I know. I just need a second. You're big."
"I never heard a woman complaining about that before."
"Then you must have never shoved your big cock inside a woman's ass before."
I hissed in a breath as he withdrew, the outward stroke feeling nearly as uncomfortable as when he pushed inside.
"Not true." His hands gripped my hips, his long fingers spanning over my skin. Holding me still, he pressed inside again, slow, but steady. "My ex loved anal. She liked it in the ass so much we did it all the time. I guess she was kinda stretched from it. Not like you. Damn, you're tight. This your first time?"
"No, but I don't usually do this, so first time in a very long time." When a client came looking for anal, Tiffany usually jumped right up and took him while I avoided eye contact and became very busy with someone else.
"Why don't you like it?" he asked, sounding truly baffled.
"It doesn't feel good." I kind of wanted to whip out my biggest dildo, stick it in his ass and see how he felt about it.
"If it didn't feel good then you were doing it wrong. You got a vibe?" he asked as he pulled all the way out.
That was an interesting question, and it surprised me. "In the box on top of the nightstand."
I heard him looking through the assortment of my toys in the box. I thought maybe we were done with the ass play, but then he was back, nudging his way inside my ass with that wide head of his cock. I'd let my hips sag, relieved when he pulled out of me before. I tensed up again now.
One big hand kneaded my lower back. "I'm going to make it good for you. You're gonna scream with how good it feels and beg me not to stop."
Doubtful.
He pushed his cock deep inside my ass and held there as he blindly aimed the vibe at my pussy. My body was used to the feel of my favorite toy inside me so it slipped in easily. He pushed it deep. Between man and machine, I was completely filled. He hit the button to turn on the clit tickler and the intensity of the vibrations against my already sensitive nerve endings had my hips bucking in seconds.
It hit me fast and hard. The orgasm that gripped my muscles was possibly the most intense one I'd ever had, bowing my spine, and making me scream like a banshee. He plunged his cock into my ass, fucking me with enthusiasm, but still I kept coming. The climax seemed never ending, as long as the vibrator didn't let up on my clit, and my pussy could grip its shaft while he fucked my ass. It had to be the combination of the three that was so overwhelming. That felt so fucking good.
Still thrusting, he grunted and cursed behind me, though I barely heard it over the sounds coming out of me.
"Fuck. I'm gonna come."
"Yes." I wanted him to because the intensity of the orgasm was almost frightening.
A loud feral growl as he plunged deep and held there told me he was coming while my muscles continued to spasm, milking the release from him.
Leaving his spent cock inside me, and the vibe on, he leaned over my back. He hit the switch from low to high. Gasping, I jolted, pulling my hips away. "No. Too much."
He pressed his mouth close to my ear. "You can handle it."
He didn't ease up. I tipped over a precipice, reaching a new level of pleasure that bordered on pain. I let myself be consumed by it until I felt something break free.
"Holy shit. You're a squirter." The warmth flooded me, cascading over his hand and the vibe, but from the tone of his comment he didn't mind.
My body simply couldn't come any more after that. My muscles were exhausted. I felt weak and shaky. I collapsed face down on the bed and only then did he turn off the vibrator and pull it and his partially hard erection out.
His weight on the bed next to me was enough to make the mattress dip so my body listed toward his from the slope.
He let out a breath. "That was fucking amazing."
I laughed, but even that tested the limits of my stomach muscles. "Yeah, it was."
I wasn't even shitting him this time. Yeah, my ass would be sore for a day or two, but that orgasm wasn't like anything I'd experienced. Not in my time here, and definitely not before in my other life—my pre-Cat Haus life.
"Where the fuck did you learn that trick?" And now that I knew it, I'd be using it myself. Though that I'd lived this long in a whorehouse and not known about it was kind of embarrassing.
"A guy as big as I am down there has to get creative sometimes so the ladies will let me do what I want." He shrugged and in spite of his size, managed to look almost vulnerable.
I laughed. "I guess so. What are you doing here when you've got skills like that? I'd think you'd have girls all over you."
"I do. That's the problem." His smile looked sad. I waited for him to go on, because it wasn't my place to ask. Finally he continued, "I'm big."
My gaze dropped to his cock, still impressive even in its current semi-erect state. "I know."
He let out a laugh. "I mean in my profession. It's hard to maintain a steady relationship. I don't have a serious girlfriend right now. If a guy in my position does anything like what I just did to you with a one-night stand, he'll end up reading about it the next day in the paper, before he finds his ass in a courtroom or jail."
"I understand." Maybe the scary, rough guy routine was his way to act out against all those girls he couldn't be with because of who he was. I ran a finger down his chest. I felt the hard bulk of his muscles beneath the T-shirt he'd never gotten around to taking off. "It makes sense that you'd come to places like this instead."
"This is my first time in a place like this."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I never had to. My girl and I had been together for years but we broke up about six months ago. I went without for as long as I could. Finally got tired of my own hand." He shrugged like it didn't matter, but I could see it did.
I felt sorry for him. "You feel free to come do what you did to me anytime."
"Thanks." A crooked smile tipped up one corner of his mouth. "If I go clean up, can we do it again? But normal sex this time."
I nodded. He had negotiated for two hours. "Sure. Bathroom is right over there." I'd have to go clean up a bit myself after he did.
He hoisted his large frame off the bed, rocking me on the mattress in the process. He glanced back at me and shook his head. "I can't believe you squirted. I've always wanted to be with a girl who could do that."
I smiled. "Glad you liked it."
"Damn, I more than liked it. When I get back I'll show you how much." He paused in the bathroom doorway. "Can you take off all that stuff? The corset. The shoes and stockings. I mean it's hot, but I kind of want . . ."
I supplied the words for him, "The girlfriend experience?"
He smiled. "Yeah. I guess you could call it that."
"Sure." From the forced sex fantasy to the girlfriend experience, all in under an hour. This guy was proving to be a surprise all around. But in my profession, you learned to expect the unexpected.
CHAPTER 5
Time marches on. One day turns into two and then three. The days seem to blur together until before you know it weeks have p
assed.
At the Cat Haus, the passing of time was accompanied by a steadily revolving door of sexual requests. The guy who wants me to spank him. The husband and wife who come here on date night and want me for a threesome. The birthday boy whose friends gift him a hooker. And today, the man who paid for the pleasure of lurking in the dark corner of my room while he watched Sahara and I do each other.
I couldn't see him, but I heard the steady, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of his lubed hand working his cock. His presence didn't bother me as I spread Sahara's pussy lips wider with my thumbs so I could latch on to her clit and get some good suction going. I was on the bottom of our sixty-nine since the girl above me weighed like ninety-nine pounds on a good day. She was a little on the boney side for my taste, but she could work a pussy like nobody's business. Considering she was eighteen and had only been at the Cat Haus for a couple of months, her skillset was pretty impressive.
Guess that's the difference, being with a woman instead of a man. We had the same parts. We both knew exactly how it felt to have a hot mouth on that most sensitive of spots. Knew there were many kinds of orgasms and how to achieve them. Some guys understood that, but most didn't.
Anyway, I never objected to the girl-on-girl requests. No, I don't consider myself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual, but this was easy money and hell, it felt good. I couldn't always say that about my encounters with male clients.
Sahara slid two fingers inside me and pressed up, rubbing my G-spot while tugging on my clit with her teeth. I drew in a sharp breath through my nose and I pressed against her mouth. The delicious pressure built. My muscles clamped down around her fingers inside me. I tipped my hips up, seeking more as the tingling of my impending climax intensified. At the same time, I sucked harder while sliding two fingers inside her, mirroring what she did to me.
Our paying voyeur began breathing harder, each exhale accompanied with a small grunt. It wouldn't be long now. Time to wrap this thing up so she and I could get back out to the parlor and make some more income. Sex sells any day, but Saturday was always a busy night around here.
I'd been with Sahara before since Gus liked to pair an experienced girl with the new hires. It was one of the few things he did that made sense. But in any case, we'd worked a girl-on-girl party before so I knew how to get her off fast. I slipped the tip of one finger into the tightly puckered entrance to her ass and felt her react. Her entire body tensed above me. As I expected since this was a dance she and I had performed together before, she pressed one finger into me.
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