Penny's Worth - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 5

... associates. He’d prove again and again that he was the superior lover; which I’d admit in the end. After he’d finished, I lay exhausted in his arms. “You did well in asking the questions this time. Murphy gave away so much that will be useful.” What powerful men love the most is to tell those they’ve been intimate with how clever they are. The best sex not only ended the notion that they’d taken Suárez’s mistress behind his back, but they needed to explain to her how they’d bested him in business. Suárez knew all that and used the recordings to his advantage. Just when they thought they were about to plunge the knife into his back, he was ready for it and used the same weapon to slit their throats; figuratively, of course. He had me mix us Vodka and tonics. I’d sworn off the booze for a while; I was still feeling the effects of the wild party from days before. My beverage was entirely tonic. There was another reason to remain sober. Suárez was guilty of the same bragging as his business opponents. I wanted to remember what he was telling me. He was speaking truth about how the world really worked. I wanted to stay awake for the lesson. ~ ~ ~ A few days later, I entered through the front lobby. My schedule was light today, as had become the norm. The hotel had become more of a place to go to get out of the house. I was looking for something to add a little excitement to my life. As luck would have it that day, that new challenge came in the form of a raven-haired young woman ...

... with hazel eyes and a lithe body, like that of a dancer. As I headed for the elevator, she stepped right in front of me. “Hi, my name’s Ivory. You’re Vivian, right?” “I might be. Who wants to know?” “Sorry to be so forward. I want to work here, and someone said I should talk to you.” She wore little makeup, other than a dab of pale lipstick and a hint of mascara and eye shadow. “Apply for a maid’s job at the front desk. I just rent space here for personalized physical training.” She looked frustrated. “No, I’m an escort. I want to move up in the world. Gloria told me you could help.” There was something a bit too eager about her to feel right. “I don’t procure. Never allow a pimp into your life. Other than that, I’m not sure what to suggest.” She turned serious. “I’m not a cop or anything. I’m nineteen, and I’ve been around. I’ve heard this is a decent place to apply the trade, and I just want help getting started.” I insisted on checking her ID. The name Ivory was false, but then so was Penny. The age and photo worked out, and she knew the right date of birth. I checked for a wire, then cleared her with Gloria. The girl was legit and rough around the edges. I signed, “Okay, come upstairs. We can talk.” On the ride up I asked, “Where have you worked.” “I put ads online. I’ve worked a few nights a week for the last six months.” “Any street walking?” “No, never. I mostly do out-calls. Okay, some in-call if the money’s good. My apartment.” “Bad idea. Never work from home.” “Tell ...