Archive for September 6th, 2007

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The Corner of H & L (5)

6 September 2007

“Uhh-h-h…” My voice faltered as the blood in my veins ambiguated, unable to decide which head to rush to. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and concentrated on focussing. Mustn’t… get distracted… from business. “Where to?” The words came through my clenched teeth. “Do you have some place… or is there a secluded parking lot?”

“A parking lot? Baby, the only thing I’ll have room for in a parking lot is to suck you off. Granted, it would be the best blowjob you’d ever have in your entire life – I’m talented that way.” Her pink tongue slipped out between her lips and traced their shape, giving them a sheen. “But you’d always regret that you didn’t ask for more. And it would cost you a thousand.”

“A thousand dollars?” My eyes went wide as I stared over at her. But those lips, so full and strong and slick – she wet them again and pouted invitingly. Maybe… No!

“It’s a damned good blowjob. I promise you’d be back out here looking for me within a week, willing to pay double.”

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Cheating Life – 10.2

6 September 2007

We left my room – my cell, really – as it was. Now that I knew about the spyhole, we flipped up the numberplate on several of the other doors along the hall. Most of them were empty, or too dark for me to see anything. I could just make out someone sleeping in a few of them. Jane motioned me over to one nearer the elevator. There were two or three shadows inside, crouching over the bed, rocking and arching and slumping in the dark. “I think that’s Vanessa’s ender in there. It looks like they’re getting ready to check her out.” She dropped the numberplate and confided, “Vanessa doesn’t like to get her own rooms messy. Do you want to watch on the monitor?”

I shook my head. No, thank you!

For the rest of the morning she guided me throughout the hotel, in what was apparently no particular order – sometimes we seemed to go up in the elevator, sometimes down. We paraded around the pool on the roof, and she stopped to chat to a couple of the girls sunbathing and introduce me. The one named Jolie asked if we’d already made plans for tomorrow night, because she had thought of a few for me. Jane clutched me possessively but laughed. We went through the parking garage again (I had a bit of a car fetish), into several kitchens, and around the two floors of the private casino. Beside the enders’ rooms, very little of the hotel was empty. Girls and marks and visitors and staff were everywhere, lounging, bustling, or providing or receiving all of the luxuries for sale. I exchanged furtive glances with the few people I saw dressed like myself, but they each huddled closer to the girl nearest them and turned away.

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