It was a normal day of giving blowjobs to guys of all ages. Over age, of course. I was just done wiping my mouth when I made eye contact with a guy.
He was quite a hottie and although I just met him his smile captivated me wholely and made it hard for me to hear what my costumer was telling me.
"Hey! You! You want the money or not!?" He was a cranky guy in his mid thirties. 'Jeez,' I thought. 'No wonder he's still single.'
I took the money and stood up from the pillow on the floor and moved my hair from my face after tucking my pay inside my bra.
"U-um can I help you?"I awkwardly asked the guy as my former customer left the room. I had become a teeny bit self conscious because, well, the dude saw me giving head! "I was trying to find the strip club but I see you're busy so I'll ask someone else" he said with a smirk as he turns around and walks away slowly towards the door.
However, as he walked away, I grabbed his arm. "You want some of that action you saw?" He leaned closer to me and I felt my cheeks get hotter the closer he came.
"I got so hard seeing that mouth of yours. Of course I do" he sensually whispered in my ear.
Something about the way he said it made my heart beat faster, making me feel excited even. This was the first customer I actually desired.
I was 23 and had no desire whatsoever to settle down with one man nor did I finish college because of the lack of money. Hey, I took whichever job I could and prostitution was just around the corner. Literally.
"Sit down and i'll see what I can do for you," I tell him in the best flirty voice I could muster out without sounding sexually affected. He looked around 22, and was hot as hell. His dark brown eyes stared at me with desire and his hair fell down in his eyes and almost touched his black Ray Ban glasses that he sported which made him practically irresistible.
"My original plan was to see naked girls dance but I guess i'm having a private show just for myself," he says without breaking eye contact with me. He walked backwards slowly over to a couch never breaking that contact and sat down, and I followed right behind, the noise of my black open toed heels being the only noise in the room.
The room was almost completely the color black, with some red here and there. There was a big, long couch in the middle of the room surrounded by black and red pillows. The light was dimmed down to create a sexy feel to the whole room.
I placed one leg on each side of him and made sure to rub my thighs on him as I sat down on his lap. He straddled me and held onto my hips. I started by kissing his neck, leaving black kiss marks from my black lipstick.
I wore my usual outfit which consisted of fishnets, my black open toed heels with some red which I adored so dearly (they were the most expensive thing I owned) and some black lingerie. I worked out so I felt confident with my body and my belly piercing just added more to my ego.
I stopped kissing him and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing a well built chest with tattoos scattered all over him. He probably noticed me gawking at him since he smirked.
I began unbuttoning his pants and moved my chest closer to his face so that he could almost nuzzle my boobs. Hey, this gets me more tips, okay?
Once I was finished with such task, I threw his pants onto the floor and got down as well, my knees resting on a black pillow.
I could see from his boxers how hard he was. And damn was it big. I slowly opened the flap from his boxers and put it him my mouth. I sucked on it like I used to suck on my lollipops when I was young, even if I didn't recieve the sweet taste that I recieved from the lollipop. I looked up at him and saw him with his head back, moaning and panting a little.
I stared at him and saw his hair fall over his eyes which turned me on extremely. It was more easier when customers weren't this hot. I continued to do this until I felt a warm liquid inside my mouth. 'Well, that was fast.' I took him out of my mouth and grabbed a napkin from the table next to the couch.
I wiped my mouth and stood up and checked myself in the mirror as I reapplied my black lipstick. I then looked back at him and saw him stare at me, visually sexually stressed out. I gave him a smirk and held my hand to recieve my pay. As soon as I did, I walked towards the door swaying my hips as much as I could.
"Wait!" I hear him say. I look back at him a bit surprised and raised an eyebrow waiting for him to speak. This has never happened before. I just get paid and get the hell out of there.
"Can I atleast know the name of the girl who gave me head?" He says, his voice coming out deeper and oh-so-hot.
Customers never ask for my name. They never bother to know and just use me for their pleasure. Logically, I refused to give him my actual name, only giving him my nickname and proceeded to awkwardly walk out of the room. I turned around when I heard a serie of whispers, only to see him repeating over and over my nickname as if he hopes he will never forget it.
"Skittles."
