My Pussy for Rent

Part 16

Three days came and went with Rent My Pussy getting a lot of calls from potential clients. Even though I could've gone to the Strip and gambled the contents of my purse away, I chose to stay close to Becky. I decided that I wanted to help her out in anyway I could because her one woman show was too much for me to handle.

Maybe I was a little bothered with how she was swamped all the time (no sleep for the horny!), maybe I hated the fact that she had to answer calls from disgusting creeps. In reality, I wanted to show her that I believed in her – in her hopes and dreams – as much as she believed in mine.

After Rick (or should I say, dick), I learned that I needed to keep myself calm when handling special shithead callers like him. I talked to 4 more of those callers and with each one I got better in keeping my emotions in check. Although, Becky, who always listened in when I took the calls, let Snix come out and play in some cases. Mostly when the caller made extremely lewd comments at me. It was funny though, because those guys, and girls, cleaned up their act after Snix was unleashed. Then they started confiding in me their Pussy Hunt reasons. I was told their deepest secrets without even asking.

Becky was of course pleased that we didn't have to do the second half of the interview to find out what kind of people these callers were. I was pleased at myself too because that earned me super sweet (and super HAWT) lady kisses.

Yes, yes. AND lady sex. But I'll tell you all about them later.

With everybody we helped – 6 Pussy Renters so far – Becky's mood went considerably higher. Almost gone was the Becky who cried and drenched my shirt with her tears. She was replaced by the beautiful, open-minded woman who was passionate about making the world a little less lonely.

Sometimes when she was working, be it answering the phone or looking over the books, I just liked to watch her. It sounded creepy, I know, but that Becky – the Becky that believed she could lessen the number of people crying at nights – was the most beautiful to me.

"You've been awfully quiet," her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She had just finished going through a contract for a client who happily decided he was going to rent a cat for 3 days.

"Me?"

"You see anybody else in the room besides me and you?" she laughed. Becky glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Isn't it a little too early to be thinking about sexy times, babe?"

"How dare you accuse me of such thing!" my jaw dropped dramatically and I put my hand over my heart jokingly. "Seriously, though, I wasn't even thinking about that."

"So you weren't thinking about me licking your pu–"

"No!" I cut her off. I knew that once she said that word, that was what I was going to think about all day. "I wasn't thinking about that at all, I swear."

"That's a shame... cause that's what I was doing," she winked at me and I shook my head as I laughed. Guessed I was gonna be thinking about the same thing anyway. And if I were lucky, I would was gonna be engrossed in said activity in just a few minutes. "So... if you weren't thinking about lady sex... what was the blank look on your face?" she asked again.

I put my iPad down and walked over to the kitchen counter where Becky was sitting. She watched me curiously and I couldn't help but give her a smile. I continued to walk and give her a hug from behind. Because she was sitting down, my chin rested perfectly on her shoulder.

I kissed her cheek. "That blank look... was me thinking about how beautiful you are. Not just because you're insanely pretty and hot, and that I'm about 85% sure you're not from this world, but because you," I sighed and nuzzled her cheek with my nose, "are amazing, and I'm so fascinated by that drive and passion you have in you."