Penny's Worth - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 5

... me about it. I had to move two weeks ago. A dude fixated on me.” The door opened to the penthouse. Her eyes got very big as she took in the suite. “This is yours?” “My patron finances it. I use it now and then for other things.” “Wow, this is a rockin’ crib. You have it goin’ on.” She was trying too hard to be hip. “Our usual customers are older business types. Conservative, sometimes stogy. Lose the hipster lingo.” I’d put her in her place. At least, she had the smarts to listen. “OK, sorry, I’m nervous.” “Why do you want to be a sex worker?” “This is supposed to be a good safe place to work.” “No, I mean in general. You’re a pretty girl. You could have a crack at modeling, stripping, massage, porn, video cam work. There’s waitressing or any number of other legitimate jobs. Why hooking?” Most likely, she’d talk about the money. I could already see the stars in her eyes looking over this suite. Then I’d politely, but firmly usher her out the door. “I like the sex. No, I love the sex. The best part is knowing some guy wants to pay me for it. It validates me. It’s always better when they pay for it.” That would have been my answer verbatim. “Did someone put you up to this?” She flustered. “No, it’s just how I feel. The first trick I turned was the hottest sex I’d ever had. For reals.” “Suppose I offered you twenty thousand dollars. Cash. All you’d need to do is go back to school and quit hooking.” Without hesitating she replied, “I’d take your money and sell my ass the next ...

... day. It’s what I love doing.” I decided to see just how much she loved the trade using the casting couch technique. “Have you ever been with another woman?” “No, I’m straight.” “So am I. But, part of the business is presenting girl-on-girl for arousal of your clients.” Her face reddened slightly. “So far, I’ve only done straight lays, blow jobs and hand jobs.” I wasn’t sure if it was due to embarrassment over her lack of experience or discomfort with the nature of upper-end work. I was going to find out. “What’s the most you’ve ever earned?” “A hundred and fifty for a fuck.” “And the least?” “Fifty for a hand job.” She was selling herself too cheaply; a rookie mistake. She didn’t know her own value. I took a thousand dollars from my wallet and put it on the table. “Strip for me.” There was no music, but to her credit, she managed a nice shimmy to a beat in her own head and came off as sexy. Her bra was white and panties blue. She needed a sense of style. She dropped the undies and stood before me in the buff, unashamed of her body. She had no reason to be uncomfortable nude. Her figure was stunning and nearly flawless. Her skin was pale and creamy. Her only physical defect was the slight band of acne on her face, but that was easily remedied. I slid my own panties from under my skirt. “A thousand dollars to bring me to climax. Think about the money on the table and get yourself off, too.” “I’ve never eaten a chick before.” “Has anyone licked your pussy?” “Sure.” “Do that to me.” ...