Penny's Worth - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 3

... you work nights?” Quinn was, if nothing, direct and to the point. “I’m an emergency-room physician. Thoracic surgery, mostly. I work the night shifts. I come here because it keeps me sane to forget the day-to-day pressures.” I beamed. Busboy, ha. Quinn began to ignore me. “I’m in real estate investment, among other business interests.” I could see she was impressed by what I dragged back. I began a brief walk along the shore. They could handle their own fate now. By the time Quinn and I left the beach, her attitude had changed. She seemed like the cat that had swallowed the cannery, especially when I tried to pump her for information. “Do you think you’ll go out with Ryan?” “I haven’t decided yet.” “Did he get your phone number or did you get his?” “We may talk at some point.” “I didn’t know your real name was Miriam. I’ll always think of you as Quinn.” “I didn’t know you’re a Stella. I’ll never think of you now as anything else.” “You told him you’re in real estate?” “I am. I invested heavily in rental property, especially during the market crash. I own well over a million dollars’ worth in condos I lease out.” “There’s a lot I never knew about you.” “You just had to ask. However, I never said I’d answer.” ~ ~ ~ Room 425; a place I never thought I’d see again. I arrived at the scheduled time and not one second before. I made sure the money was on the table, before I began. “Just so you guys know the only reason I’m here is because I’m being paid to be in the room with ...

... this bitch.” It might as well have been left unsaid, it showed on my face. “Now ladies, you just need to relax. Come on, kiss and makeup,” said Mike, the cute brother. They’d finally been introduced to me. Darleen was the last person I wanted to kiss, but I glanced at the money and puckered up. “You can use your tongue, if you want.” The harpy made it sound like a challenge. We both stood in the middle of the room dressed only in panties. I put my lips to hers and ran my tongue past her lips. Our kiss was dramatically open-mouthed for benefit of our two viewers. In our French kiss, my tongue searched for hers, but she made the effort not to meet mine. You fucking alley cat, this is such an unprofessional snub , I fumed silently to myself. I opened my eyes in a narrow slit. Darleen was staring at me fisheyed. “Forget it. She’s just trying to creep me out.” I broke off our embrace. “I’ll just lick her cunt and get on with this show.” Bob, the other Brovloski pointed toward my panties. The front had already gotten soaked from my juices. “You must have enjoyed something about the kiss, you’re totally excited.” Damn it. He was right. As much as I despised this fuck princess, there was something about angry intimacy with her that got my motor revving. “She just gets my emotions going. I guess my twat can’t distinguish between lust and loathe.” Both men laughed and rubbed my dripping cunt through the panties. Darleen insisted on running her hand inside them and then putting a finger ...