Whore For Hire [Edited Version]

"Hey, what you're name again?"

"I...Greg. My name is Greg Kauffman." He says while licking his lips.

4. Greg Kauffman (ok everybody eye roll right now. I mean come on your making this way to easy for us)

"Well Greg don't just stand there looking at me like my high school PE teacher. Pour us a drink while I unpack." I say with an attempt at a smile. I do work in customer service after all; I can't be too rude to the clients, and usually I never am unless they are into that sort of thing. taking the glass from Mike, I let my big rough fingers linger seductively against his, loowered my lids slightly, made my eyes shimmer as if with deep want, and I locked eyes with him for no more than a few seconds before glancing away with a coy look and knowing smirk. It always had the same effect. They'd stare at me all wide eyed and blushing. But not like Bambi because they were always to horny to look that innocent, before taking a deep breath and looking away from temptation, aka me. And he was no different.

Tilting the glass of aged scotch up, I savored the burn from my first sip as I tried to figure out how to get us back on track and me out of here ASAP. Let's see. . . Mr. Greg here wanted a full fantasy night and upgraded it with a perk package. Looking around for my bag, I slowly bend over without bending my knees, making my tight slacks mold to my tight butt cheeks and slide in between a little, displaying the fact that I was probably naked underneath them. I don't even need to look to know that the audience loves me so far. I feel for the side lining and follow the stitching to the secret zipper built in and see what I've been given. Digging around the cramped compartment, I ignored the baggies containing the blue and yellow pill, because from the looks of this guy he won't have any problem getting it up. Seeing the red-yellow-orange and green-yellow maple leaf pills, I pause for a second before stealthily pocketing one of the reddish skittles and slipping it in my mouth before moving on, and settling on the small baggie of coke  for my friend. Tip for success in this business: Really rich people really like their coke stuff. Don't ask me why. I'm just middle class. I don't get them either.

Grabbing my specially polished two-sided Cartier mirror, I swaggered over to the lawyer and shook my empty crystal glass at him.

"Pour us another one and let's get things going." I say with a pseudo leer, watching him shiver before quickly complying with shaking hands.

Placing the glass on the table, I empty some of the coke from the little baggie (I can't believe how much this shit is, I mean they hardly even give you any and the high doesn't last for shit!) onto the mirror, and make two lines for him (he looks like a light weight), and four for myself. I take the refill being handed to me, and take a sip with my eyes on the lawyers face as he follows suit. When he's about to swallow, I quickly reach out and hook my hands on the back pocket of his slacks and pull him close, till his groin was smashed into my hip. He chokes and grabs his nose, but he chubs up in his pants all the same. I smile, take another sip, and palm his ass through the pants as I grind inward with my hip. Greg's head tilts back and his mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out. Greg's fully hard, and he's making slight grinding motions into my hip. I slide my hands from the base of one cheek and grab the wallet I felt back there. Greg tries to grab me as I'm pulling away, but I hold the wallet up and hold a hand up to his chest before sliding it down and cupping his hard-on and say,

"Chill dude, you didn't pay me to rob you." He settles down quickly (yea of course he does. Pussy), and I open the wallet and pull out one of the $100 bills. I proceed to roll it up before proffering it to him with a little bow and nudge in the direction of the coke covered mirror. He takes the bill, leans over, and does one line; His face almost instantly turns red as rears back grabbing his nose with loud groan. I roll my eyes and raise my brows at him; I happen to know that we only have the smoothest  so there wasn't any need for him to carry on so. He extends the bill to me, and I do three lines in quick succession; feeling my head explode and my heart pound as the effects hit me instantly. Shaking my suddenly hot head and popping my neck, I licked my lips at the feel-good feeling I was having before pushing the bill back at a reluctant Mike who says,

"I think I'm good." I lean forward till my mouth was by his ear, and I just breathe in and out softly as my hands once again reach for his crotch. I unzip and watch his back shake as I reach into his underwear.

"Come on, you only have one line left," I whispered in his ear. And I follow it up with a tiny bite to the lower lobe and a firm squeeze of my hand. He whimpers (maybe in pain, I can't tell), and leans over the table to do his last line. He shakes and coughs a little bit, but it quickly turns to moans as I stroke him from root to tip and back again. Greg's head falls back and his breathing picks up until he's emitting soft pants. Taking the bill from his slack fingers with my free hand, I finished the last of the blow before pocketing the rolled bill and rubbing the remaining residue off the mirror and onto my gums with a finger.

I shrug internally as I look down at Greg's penis and felt not a bit of arousal. Oh well, that why I have and internal spank-bank. I don't always need to think about women to get my juices flowing when I'm with a male client, but it seems this isn't one of those times. So much for the coke and skittles pumping me up. I smiled down at Greg and with my hand wrapped around him lead him over to the king size bed. (For the full scene see the unedited verision located in "my works" reading list.  see Authors note for details)

I let go of Greg and watched him fall forward on the bed struggling, to catch his breath. He crawled to the head of the mattress and turned over before collapsing again with his eyes closed and limbs spread out in a hedonistic sprawl. Not bad, I think to myself with an internal snicker when the theme song from Alvin and the chipmunks began playing.

Greg's eyes shot open in surprise as I fell over my shoes rushing to get my phone out of my discarded pants pockets. Shit, I think to myself in irritation. I usually leave my phone off when I'm working. Grabbing my Android HTC, I sat down on the bed an pressed the call button just as Greg ran his foot down my spine to my ass; making me jump and yell  into the phone receiver. I turn around and glare at him as I clear my throat and say "hello" into the phone.

"Daddy!"

To be continued

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Authors note

As mentioned above all people, places, and events, in this story are completely fictional and made up in the dirty mind of author ,Me, lol. 

In order to make this story accessible to more people I cut some scenes out and changed the content and language just a little bit. The full chapter can be found under my profile in "My Works" reading list. It is restricted and you have to be of age and a fan to access. 

Drugs are everywhere nowadays. Movies, music, and ive even had it in just about every story ive posted on here but NEVER NEVER LET ANY OF THOSE THINGS PERSUDAE OR CONVINCE YOU THAT DRUGS ARE OK OR HARMLESS. It is just fiction made to entertain. Drugs destroy lives and NEVER solve any problem you might be having just make them more difficullt to solve. So please be smart and safe.

Im trying to do things a bit different with this book so Ill be adding links to pictures for each chapter. Some will be so you see what i invision the charactes as others just for adult fun ;-). The picture for this chapter is ( link below) just what Jason's body looks like (what i can show anyways lol) and not of his face because i havent found one that matches him yet. See external link or or address below

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=389658311083875&set=a.389658147750558.82527.100001191293096&type=3&theater

Random note I have no idea if Cartier makes a two sided mirror but it sounded cool right.

SOOOO... I at least left the begging for the end haha. Vote and spread the word out there but please above all else COMMENT!!! Id love some feedback (positive/constructive please). Itll help me upload chapter 2 a lot faster. HINT HINT. Thank you for reading