It was a long night indeed. I watched her do things I had never witnessed before. The way her body moved so swiftly across his shaft. The way her mouth consumed every inch of his body and when I say every inch I mean it.
"Mmmm," he groaned.
What shocked me the most was the way her finger played with his backdoor entrance. He was so enraptured by her touch that I didn't know how I should be feeling.
"Agh, that's so good!" He gasped under her touch.
"Mmmm...you like that baby?" She winked clearly pleased with her performance. She was a marvel. A goddess in human form.
Eventually, the sun rose and with that, he was gently (well not so gently) asked to leave. If I remember correctly her exact words to him were something along the lines of,
"What the fuck are you still doing here? Get the fuck out already." to which he may have responded something like,
"I thought we could go again, I could buy some more condoms and come back..." he said and was immediately cut off with her hand flying into the air, the famous signal for 'No'.
"Mickey, Mickey, Mickey...please, let's not degrade yourself further. The walk of shame is nothing to be ashamed of. Keep your head held high and know that you provided a valuable service. I will never forget you. Now please, get the FUCK.OUT.OF.HERE before I get mean and call one of my regulars to take care of your exit. Are we understanding each other?" she responded her voice sounded like a question yet there was a hint of a promise behind her words.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with surprise and something else. Shame. She made him feel ashamed and I had never in my entire life seen anyone do that to a man. I had never achieved that feat.
She was an enigma and I found myself even further enthralled by her. The devil took what she wanted and left the charred remains of his victims in her wake.
I was in awe of her, to be so confident in your own skin that you held the power to literally make someone else feel incredibly special or incredibly inferior.
Throughout the night, he had experienced a bliss that he had probably never experienced before. I imagine that he saw himself being able to experience this on a regular basis, sadly for him, he wouldn't. I would never see his face again. He would become just a memory for me. My heart went out to him a little. No one should have to do the walk of shame.
Our friends were pounding on the hotel door.
"Sally, Cathy! open the fucking door. You still got the cock in there? Let me see...come on...open up!" the sound of Barry, Mimmie's boyfriend came through the door.
If he was there, all of his boy's were with him. Poor Mickey. Barry and his boys were mean and they were especially cruel to the rejected males that Sally played with. Mickey made the mistake of opening the door. Poor thing.
Barry stood there, towering over him with his 6 feet worth of slender caramel colored skin. His dark curly hair and dark eyes rested comfortably on Mickey as he took in all of him. Barry smirked and his dimple deepened.
"Ah," he said cooley. "So you were last night's meal?" he snickered and his friends who stood just through the entryway laughed heartily.
Mickey's face flushed. I don't think he had ever been picked on before for having sex. That is the kind of thing that men are generally praised for or at least that is what my biased assumptions had taught me.
Yet, here he was, completely being ridiculed for sleeping with her.
"You lasted pretty long, did she play with your asshole like she likes to do? Don't answer that. I know she did. I bet you loved it. Why don't you meet me in room 103 and I can show you how ass penetration really works." his eyes lit up with the promise that he just made.
Barry wasn't gay but Barry liked to be in control and if he had to fuck a couple of guys to remind them who was the Alpha, well, he wasn't afraid to do it. His eyes glimmered and I watched Mickey crawl into himself as he tried to figure out how he was going to get out of this.
Sally decided to help him out.
"You still here? Get the fuck out. Bye Mickey!" she hollered and Barry stepped away from the front of the door.
His boys moved to the side to let him pass and he took the remaining bit of dignity he had left and held his head high as he scurried out of the door. I swear I thought I saw him glance back at me for a moment, as though he were waiting for me to say or do something.
I dismissed it because he had his fun and he made his bed. Who was I to interfere with the way that Sally chose to discard of him once she was finished? She hadn't gained The Devil reputation for being kind. He knew better and he chose to bed her anyway.
The good thing for me was that I learned new tricks and new moves that I would be able to use on my boyfriend later. Oh yeah, my boyfriend, happened to be one of Barry's friends and just so HAPPENED to be standing on the other side of the door. He entered into the room and quickly found me. He looked me over, trying to assess if I had participated.
Not saying a word his eyes scanned me. Sally must have seen his death glare because she chimed in
"No, Cathy didn't fuck this guy. She just watched." her words had meant to be a matter of fact, we are done talking now comment but the boyfriend wasn't having that.
"What?" he said, his eyes blazing. There was an angry heat radiating off of him.
"You're welcome," she said.
He turned his glare from me towards her.
"Why?" he spat.
"Because I just taught her how to fuck your brains out. You are welcome. Don't say I never did anything for you." she laughed that last part out and he slowly turned his gaze back towards me.
The heat in his eyes was overpowering. There was a promise there. It was a promise of something. I had the feeling that he both liked and hated that I had learned from her. Well sweet boyfriend, let's see what this girl has learned.
Author's note: I had planned on ending that scene shorter but I couldn't resist introducing the males of this mean clique.
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