The Bat House

1. Sedoso

Ryuji

"Ryuji, room 27 has ordered you," a voice rumbled through the speakers in the ceiling.

"I'll be on my way, then," I smiled as I grabbed a stack of condoms on my way out of the staff break room and placed them in my back pocket. The clock read 10:40 p.m. and I was ready for a night at the Bat House.

I passed Lady M. on my way out and checked out her rump; sorry, can't help it. I also saw two women checking in together, probably looking to get down and dirty with Joe (he's known for his threesomes). Well, anyways, I took the elevator up to the third floor and slowly walked to the door labeled "27". I sighed and knocked on the door.

Upon entering, I see Lady R. dressed in her, I don't know, pink cat-suit? She has ears.. Or something. Maybe she's a dog? Anyways, Lady R. is playing with the guest's brown hair. The guest, who looks terrifyingly young, immediately looks to the doorway where I'm standing. I knew this client was going to be rough. Well, I mean because she looks so.. Inexperienced and I knew I wouldn't be able to pound away at this poor girl. I smiled at the client as Lady R. got up from the bed to leave the room. As she stepped passed she whispered, "She's 20, don't worry," and patted me on the shoulder. I knew I should thank her later. And so, I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

As the door closed behind me, I stepped further into the room and removed my beloved, uncreased, pure white, Nike Airforce 1s.

"Hello miss, how are you tonight?" I greeted her with one of my usual phrases. I only have like what.. 4 of them? You'll see the rest of them later.

"Hi there, are you umm.. Sedoso?" She tilted her head as she said my order ID.

For some reason, it makes me cringe being called by that, I wish I could just tell clients my real name. It would make it easier to connect with them, but I'm stuck with a name that isn't really mine. So be it!

I nodded, "Yes, that's me, thank you for the request," I chuckled and slowly undid the loose tie around my neck. Easy removal! This move seems to get the clients dripping, but this one seemed very, very shy. Even more than Lady M. after a few glasses of wine.

I began stripping off my shirt and walked towards her, staring down at her with lust filled eyes. As she realized what was happening, she kind of had an "Oh shit!" moment and pulled her shirt up over her head. Her face was covered by her shirt for a good second before I realized.. She was stuck.. In her own shirt. I facepalmed and let out a quiet sigh. This poor chick, dude. I pulled off my shirt and sat on the bed next to her.

"Hey, need some help?" I said in a way not to embarrass her.

With her arms stuck up in the air, she let out a small, "Mhm!"

I proceeded to pull the shirt off her head, once again smiling to make her feel at ease. She noticed my body and her face flushed red, so I gave my stomach a soft pat, "Wanna touch?"

She nodded and put out her hand, which I gently took in mine and placed on my abs. At this point, I could tell she was ready for something a little more advanced. I placed a hand on her shoulder and nudged her to lay on the bed, which I then climbed on top of her and pressed my lips against hers and used my amazing kissing skills because frankly, I am a sex god. As we kissed, I slipped my hand under the waistband of her pants. I yoinked them off, which surprised her for some reason. I mean, she ordered me so we could have sex. That's literally my job. Well, she did something I didn't expect her to do and reach for the button of my jeans. She was feeling it and it made my job soo much easier! I stripped her bare before she pushed my jeans down, which I took off myself, along with my Fruit of the Loom undies (very comfortable by the way). Then, I took off her panties and ran a finger down her belly until I felt the smooth, warm flesh of her pussy. I slipped a couple fingers in during our makeout to keep her moaning.

Once I felt she was ready, I brought out the big gun. I literally saw her eyes widen at the sight of my cock. I didn't know if I should've been embarrassed or pleased by this, but I went on with it. Assuming she didn't know how to give head, I went ahead and slapped my cock against her pussy. From my jeans sitting right next to us, I pulled a condom out of my back pocket that I placed in there earlier. I pulled my lips away from hers in order to wrap my willy and guide my dick into her. With this, she left out a surprised moan.

"Wow.. It's filling me up.." She said breathlessly and reached up to stroke my blonde hair. I couldn't help but cringe. Sorry, Miss client. As I began to move, I couldn't help but think, how does fucking a dude feel? Is the process the same? Do I still have to wear a condom..?

And then, I fucked her. Yep, I did that.

When she came so utterly hard on my abnormally large cock, she passed out right there. I tried, I really tried to take it easier on this client, but it always just ends the same. I never cum with women, because they always end up tapping-out before I finish. Well, that's my problem. I still get paid for it though!