Moonlight

Eleven

A few girls were already looking for their next client. Alice worried she might be left with the worst ones. What does it matter though, she told herself.

Her ears were ringing, and she was feeling numb. She walked among the clients sitting on the sofas. Someone gave her a slap on the ass. It was gentle, but her heart skipped a bit.

'Let me see,' she man said.

She stopped. She couldn't look at him.

'Sure. Let's go,' he said.

She made an awkward smile.

'Always smile,' Athena had instructed her. 'That makes them cum faster.'

A smile, that was at the bottom of what these men wanted: to know that the girls were complicit, they were happy.

They walked to the room where Alice could check the man under the light. Her fingers were trembling, so worried was she that she might miss the sign of some terrible disease.

'All good, honey?' the man asked with a laugh, noticing how long she was taking.

'Yes, yes,' she said.

They went to the room, and Alice was alone with the man. She looked at him for the first time: corpulent, short, with grey hair, probably in his fifties. He looked like a builder or a plumber. He had washed before coming, with his thinning hair gelled back, the freshly ironed shirt, and the smell of Cologne, but he still retained the aura of hard, dirty, manual labour about him. It was the coarse skin, the muscular arms, the posture.

She noticed he was wearing a large, expensive watch. Probably over fifty thousand, and it looked brand new. She marvelled at this mixture of rich and poor, of masters and servants. Which side was Alice on, really? Where did this man truly belong? And now she questioned who was controlling who.

'What's your name?' he asked with the hoarse voice of a habitual smoker.

'Grace,' she whispered.

The man nodded, then undressed quickly, leaving his clothes on the floor. He kept on a large pair of boxer shorts and a pair of dark socks that reached the knees.

'First time, eh?' he commented, 'This will be fun.'

Alice worried at those words and quickly thought of where the safety buttons were. She nodded and she forced herself to smile. She felt that she had to please the man, or else...

The memory of boring cocktail parties, of endless talks with smug, rich people came back. Just like she had learnt to do in those situations, she smiled and hid her irritation. She walked up to him and rested a hand on his hairy chest. He looked slightly ridiculous: a little short, with muscular arms but a big flabby paunch. He carried himself like he was someone of consequence. He was probably a foreman, or someone who could bully his underlings.

This will be fun, she repeated to herself. He was just thinking about his fun, not hers.

'Yeah?' she chirped in a voice that wasn't hers. 'What would you like to do with me?'

The man seemed oblivious to this little display of charm: many girls had tried to make him do this or that before. He grabbed her wrist, unexpectedly and a little too rough. He smiled when he saw her draw her breath: he liked to intimidate people. Her heart was beating fast, awaiting what came next.

He moved his jaw about as he thought, as if he was munching on an invisible gum.

'Get on the bed and show me your pussy.'

Alice did as he said. She spread her legs and with two fingers parted the labia to show the pink inside.

'Yeah, yeah,' he said and began to massage his crotch.

Alice didn't move. The client wanted to look at a pussy, anyone. He had no conception of seduction, of titillation, of sublimated feelings: he responded only to facts that were in front of him.

He finally took out his tool: a ridiculous short man, with a diminutive, inconsequential manhood.

'Do you want help with the condom?' she said.

'Oh, you want that...'

He was a little annoyed. Maybe he had hoped that the new girl didn't know all the rules and hadn't had time to generate caution from experience.

The client rummaged in the bowl, then chose one.

'Ribbed. You'll like it more,' he explained smugly, wanting to sound knowledgeable.

He struggled with the plastic, and his fingers seemed unfamiliar with the way to unroll and put on the rubber. Alice moved up to help him.

'I don't fucking need your help!' he said, embarrassed for his clumsiness, and pushed her back onto the bed.

When he was ready, he mounted on the bed and got on top of her. He inserted his dick in her pussy and started thrusting.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was moving back and forth without any pause or variation.

Alice knew any other girl would have probably switched off and let him finish and moved on to the next one: after all, Athena had told her that all these people do was a simple shag. But Alice decided to embrace her fate fully, and not let him turn her into a piece of meat to cum into.

She started stroking his back, resting her hands on the small of his back, clutching his ass. She whispered in his ear how much she wanted him, how good he was.

This seemed to give the man more stimulation because he started pushing even harder.

Alice focused on her own pleasure. She tilted her hips so that her most sensitive parts would be rubbed against. She lifted her legs for a moment to open herself up even more, then she wrapped her legs to her waist and was surprised to find that her moaning had become genuine.

'Please don't come yet,' she begged him.

She didn't wait for a response from him, she signalled him to roll on his back:

'Don't take it out: keep going.'

His face betrayed the shock at being treated like this: he was losing control, but the pleasure she was giving him... How could he turn it down?

When she was on top of him, she started riding him, back and forth, up and down. He small tits were bouncing, and her ass was slapping hard against the man's groin.

'Touch my tits! Grab my ass!' she ordered.

'I'm coming... Oh, fuck!' the man groaned.

Alice grinded even harder against the base of his dick: he was her sex toy; she was in control; she wasn't scared anymore.

Then, she heard the muted cry of the man. Alice caressed his chest for a moment, while he was still lost in the pleasure, then she dismounted. She felt her pussy with her hand and was pleased with the tingling sensation.

Then, she presented the bill, and the man left as soon as the transaction was completed.