AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But with her taking fifty percent and my mother needing to be in a facility because she needs round-the-clock care, I don’t know how to stop.
“Grab my hair, Greg,” Angelina screeches and I fist a hand in her hair and thank God for the Viagra I took because there’s no way in the world I would have been able to get it up for her today. I’m glad she can’t remember my name. I think hearing it from her now might make me sick.
The creak of the hotel door behind me sends a shot of panic through my body. These rooms are always reserved by the client. I pull out of her and cover myself with one of the pillows as a short, balding man who looks to be in his early sixties, dressed in an immaculate gray suit, walks in.
“Who the fuck are you?” I demand, approaching him with the intent to throw him the fuck out.
“Oh, it’s okay. He’s my sugar daddy. He just wanted to watch. Since he can’t do it himself,” Angelina drawls.
I look down at the bed. She’s rolled over onto her back, and she’s grinning at us from the bed. She’s rubbing her clit and licking her lips.
“I didn’t think you’d mind. Nanette said you’d want the extra money we paid for it.”
“I do fucking mind.” I drop the pillow and try to shove my still hard cock into my jeans.
“Oh no … don’t do that,” she says as she comes up to her knees. She looks at the man who’s standing watching me, and says, “William, get on your knees and suck him off, now.” The man, who sports a gold wedding band and looks like he’s some sort of corporate executive does exactly as she asks and drops to his knees in front of me, his hand reaching for my fly before I slap them away.
“Hey … get your fucking hands off me. I am not doing this shit,” I tell her.
“Why not? If you close your eyes, you can pretend it’s my mouth,” she says, smiling lewdly as she watches us expectantly.
“No thanks, I don’t know what Nanette promised you, but no.” I pick up my shirt.
“Nanette didn’t promise me anything. She sold this session with you and him. I’ve paid for it,” she says, her smile disappearing.
“Well, actually, I paid for—”
“Shut up, William.” She interrupts the man who is on his knees in front of me, his eyes glued to the bulge in my jeans.
“Well, I’m sure she’ll give you your money back,”
“I don’t want my money back. I want you to let him suck your dick. And because you’ve been so difficult, I want you to eat my pussy while he does it.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s not happening. My mouth doesn’t touch you. And I don’t want his mouth on me.” I step around the man and start toward the door.
“Do you do this for fun?” she calls after me.
I stop and turn around. “What do you think?”
“Well then, if you do it for the money, why do you even care? You have a cock. You can stick it in anything, and it’ll feel good.” She climbs off the bed and walks toward me.
“His mouth, my cunt, my ass, his ass,” she drawls. “What does it matter when you’re just a whore?”
That word.
I want to feel offended, but it’s true. It’s what I am.
She’s right. He’s just another mouth. I’m not attracted to him, but I’m not attracted to her either. I can’t do this anymore.
“Wow, come lie on the bed, we’ll make you feel good.”
“No. But thanks for the offer,” I say, and then I walk out.
As I walk to my car, I pull out my wallet and grab the card I’d stuck inside on my birthday and call the number.
“This is Dean,” he answered his phone before the first ring.
“Hey, uh … this is Graham. Graham Davis. We met at Rivera last week?”
