Ex-Sex (closed)

It had been a long day.

It was my birthday, and my brother had taken me out in an attempt to cheer me up, and get me out of the depression I'd sunk into over the past year. It didn't really work.

We'd started drinking and smoking weed at his place before noon. Later in the afternoon we were partying at the casino. I didn't feel bad about gambling my brother's money away. It was mostly his fault I was depressed, anyway.

See, he had slept with my wife about a year ago. Divorce soon followed. I'll never forget walking in on them, her buck-naked and riding him hard.

My brother paid for the hotel room I now found myself in. And the hooker that was on her way. And the cocaine I was now snorting off the coffee table.

"I ordered one that should look kinda like your ex. Fuck the shit out of her and get over it, bro," he'd said before leaving.

I snorted another line, popped open a beer, sparked up a fresh joint, opened a window to let the smoke blow out. Soon came the knock on the door...

I adjusted the barely there dress I had been given to wear by Sylvia... the owner of this service of which I was now employed at.

My make up was heavier than I had ever worn it in my life. All in all, I had decided to put up with what I was doing because...the money was supposed to be not just good, but damn good.

And that was what I needed since I was fired from my job as a secretary at a law firm. Downsizing they called it. I think they just got tired of my being so damn depressed this year...well, since the divorce.

Arriving at the hotel room, I took a deep breath and knocked. I had no idea what I was in for but what ever it was, I thought I was prepared...at least I was until the door opened...


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I opened the door without looking through the peephole. My jaw dropped and probably would have broke on the floor were it not attached to my face.

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"Jessica..." I muttered. I hadn't seen her since leaving the courthouse that day. "What... What are you doing here...?" I was confused, until my paranoid, slightly delusional mind figured it all out.

My face darkened. "Where is he? That fucking bastard brother of mine, where is he? Did he put you up to this?" I demanded, practically yelling at her in the hallway. I stuck my head out and looked around. No sign of him.

"Okay, seriously, what the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded, crossing my arms in front of my chest and glaring at my ex-wife... Who was standing there looking very much like a whore.

My eyes were wide as the door opened and there he stood....

"Jessica..." I heard him say...him...my ex-husband, Tommy.

Just as I was going to ask him, he spoke first...well, he yelled really, "What... What are you doing here...?"

This wasn't right...right? I looked at my phone, with the text instructions from Sylvia...the room number was right and the casino, 'Lucky Casino' was the only one in town...

"Where is he? That fucking bastard brother of mine, where is he? Did he put you up to this?....Okay, seriously, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Finally, I found my voice, albeit shaking, I cleared my throat, "Tommy, wait...calm down..." My face reddened as I realized how I must look. When we were married, I would've never worn a dress like this or this much make up.

Holding up the phone, I showed him the instructions, "No one put me up to this...this is my job now...every thing's been paid for by a client and all that information is kept with the owner...I just show up..." I finished off meekly, my arms crossed in front of me as I tried to cover myself, realizing how much my breasts were about to spill out over the dress...

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, and I had a hard time buying any of them. None of it made any sense. What... Why was Jessica hooking? No, it really wasn't possible.

But... Here she was. Dressed like a whore. I might not have recognized her... But really, I would recognize her anywhere, anyhow, it didn't matter how much make-up she piled on.

"Well, come on in, I guess," I said, stepping aside to let her come inside. I closed the door behind her and then walked past her, fetching the burning joint from the ashtray and taking a long, thick drag off it. I blew the smoke out the window.

"Listen, I wouldn't blame you if you just want to go on and get out of here. It's not my money paying for you anyway, so... I don't really give a fuck. I didn't really want a whore anyways, but my brother insisted and paid for it all. So... Yeah."

I looked down at the coke on the table. I sniffed, ready for a fresh line. I wasn't sure I could do one with her here, though. She had always insisted I give up all that, and I had when we got married. It had been far too easy to relapse after the cheating, the divorce...

There was an awkward silence as he looked at me. I knew what he was thinking. At least I thought I did. He probably thought his wife's a real whore now, with make-up and dress to make it all real.

He invited me in, I should've said no but then again, if I did say no, goodbye $500 for the night.

I felt the heat from his body as I entered the hotel room, immediately I could smell the funk smell of the joint he had going. I wrinkled my nose, hopefully out of his sight as I spied more drugs on the coffee table...why would he go back to all this? I had never done drugs in my life...hell, even having a drink was a risk because I couldn't hold my own... hence the reason I ended up fucking his brother...

Shaking my head of that thought, now wasn't the time for that. All that was in the past yet I couldn't help but live back then...seeing Tommy there, even in his current state, he was handsome, sort of a bad boy look that made me tingle inside me. He was one that worked with his hands and he had the body to show it.... lean and not overly muscular, rugged... he took my breath away all over again...

Tommy mentioned 'him'...his brother. Again, I flinched and gave a nervous laugh when he said I could go...so this was all because of his brother again...

"No!" I said, almost too fast, again, another nervous laugh, "...umm, no... I'm here so umm, I don't mind... it's all paid for so you might as well get your brother's money worth." I set my bag down on a nearby chair and then walked up to Tommy, my hand reaching out in a hesitant manner to touch his arm, "It's great to see you again Tommy..." I said, looking up at him, his height over shadowing my 5'2" frame.

The irony of the whole situation was not lost on me, in spite of my drug-impaired condition. I'd always been a high-functioning stoner, back in the day anyway, and it had been quite easy to fall back into the old routines.

"It's great to see you again, Tommy," I heard her say. I could feel her eyes on me, even as I stood with my back to her. I couldn't help but scoff at her words. I picked up the joint and took a puff on it, filling my lungs and momentarily clouding my mind with the purply haze. I wondered what the fuck I was going to do next, and then it dawned on me.

I was going to fuck my wife.

I was going to fuck the everloving shit out of her.

But first, I was going to corrupt her, like I'd always wanted to...

"So, I guess this means you're mine for the night, huh?" I asked her, taking another puff on the joint as I turned to look at her.

That look.

He had that look in his eyes, and it made my heart skip a beat... I'm not sure if it was in a good way or a bad way.

I had lost my voice momentarily and all I could was nod, my eyes still locked with his.

"Yes," I said after a minute. The smell from the joint he was smoking was blowing back in from the window, making me a little light headed...what was it called, contact high?

"Paid in full for the night."

I smiled, but I'm sure it wasn't exactly a friendly smile, per se. Or even a lusty smile. It was probably more diabolical than anything, but only in the most subtle of ways.

I took another puff on the joint, and my eyes grazed over her body, her amazing curves practically spilling out of that ridiculously hot dress.

"You look good, Jessica. Come here."

I offered her the joint. "Have a puff."

It wasn't a question.

Moving closer to him, I could smell the weed and his cologne mixed.

I opened my mouth in shock but quickly closed it.

Have a puff....

I looked at Tommy in disbelief. My head shaking as another nervous laugh escaped me, "Tommy, I can't..."

Wait. Why couldn't I?

What would it hurt? I was his 'whore' for the night, who was I to refuse? It was just this one time, right?

Before he could answer, I saw my hand moving toward the joint and taking it from him, never did I notice the look in his eyes or imagine the intent behind all this.

I swear I could hear my mother yelling at me in my mind, if I ever catch you doing drugs then you can live elsewhere!!

Bringing it to my lips, I took a deep breath and puffed away.

Inhaling, this was my first time smoking anything and by the way I started to choke on it, I'm sure Tommy could tell that...

I was gasping for air as I choked more, feeling like I had been hit in the midsection hard!

I laughed as I grabbed her, getting an arm around behind her for support, and guiding her to a recliner to let her sit and catch her breath.

"Here ya go, you're alright," I said, rubbing her back as she coughed through it.

I smiled down at her deviously. "You know, I've got a pretty good list of all the things I always wanted to do with you but never did... Tonite we're gonna put a pretty big dent in it."

With that, I bent over the coffee table, grabbed the short straw, and used it to snort up another line of coke. Whew! That got my engines running. I was starting to like this idea.

"Unless, you know, you'd prefer I treat you like I would any other whore..."

I watched him with the straw and cocaine as I sat there trying to catch my breath.

Ignoring his last question, I didn't want to think of the other women..or whores, as he put it, he had slept with in the past year. It sort of hurt to know that he had sex with others but then again, we were divorce, I didn't expect him to stay celibate for me...

A list? What sort of list could he have? When we were married, it was straight up sex...I knew he wanted to try different things but I was always too prudish or I just didn't care for it.

"What sort of list..?" I asked him, my breathing was still a bit high but my mind was in a floaty-like stage. It sounded like someone else asking him the question.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough," I said with a snort, the coke in my nose fresh and hot. I went ahead and did another line; I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable with it, but it was kind of liberating. I no longer felt like I had to change who I was for her. I felt on top of the world suddenly, and though in the back of my mind I knew it was partially from the cocaine coursing through my bloodstream, I suddenly could care less if she stayed or left. If she stayed, she'd be my toy for the night. If she left, it wouldn't be hard to find another.

Though I was definitely starting to enjoy this...

"So how long you been hookin?" I asked her, quite casually, as I lit a cigarette and wiped my nose.

I giggled at his question.

Feeling more relaxed, I shrugged, "You're my first...this is my first night..."

Crossing my legs, I looked up at him as he stood there and smoked his cigarette, damn he was sexy... the question about the list was all but forgotten...

I couldn't help but relive on old memories of our times in bed, the sex was hot...at least to me...

"So, you never answered me about this list you have...what are you wanting to do to me?"

A bit of a weight was lifted from me as she confessed that this was her very first night as a hooker. I figured she must have slept with a few people since the divorce; after all, I had.

I smirked at her question. "You'll find out, don't worry," I said, maintaining an air of mystery about it for the moment. I took a drag off the cig and blew the smoke to the window, and then looked back at her.

God she looked good. Even with all the makeup. In spite of all the makeup, really. My cock twitched a bit in my pants as numerous ideas came to mind for what we would do for the rest of the evening. Start here, head down to the casino bar, across the street to the strip club...

Then an even more wicked idea came to mind.

"You know, something I've heard is amazing and I've always wanted to experience..." I said, using a razor blade to cut out more lines of coke... "Is to have a whore snort a line of coke off my dick."

I scooped the line off the mirror and onto an old credit card. I glanced up at her for her reaction.

I wasn't sure I liked the way he said I'd find out... he had a look that was both devious and knowing... or maybe it was the chemicals from the joint he had me take a puff of, along with the smoke already in the air.

Watching him with the blade as he seperated the cocaine from a bigger pile and place it on a credit card....

"Is to have a whore snort a line of coke off my dick."

There was no word or expression I could give him but sheer surprise. I had never in my life thought I'd hear him say that or even consider doing 'coke'...

I'm sure I could've stood and run out in disbelief but at the moment, I didn't trust the steadiness in my legs, along with the height of the heels I was wearing. Instead, I shook my head and bit the bottom of my lip, a nervous habit I had always had... was I really going to consider this?

"I-I..." scooting up to the edge of the chair, I looked down at my hands before looking back up at Tommy and swallowed hard, "I'm afraid." I confessed to him.

It wasn't a no, yet...I'm not sure what it was, but we both knew the answer was in his favor.

I set the card down, and smirked at her.

"Let's start small," I said, and cut out a small thin line from the big pile. It was only a couple inches long, nothing really. "So you can get a taste for it. Come here. After all, you always said you could never understand why I did before... You can't knock it unless you try it."

I offered her my hand... And the straw.

I'm not sure how long I had been staring at the straw but I reached out for it nonetheless, along with Tommy's hand.

Looking at the line of coke on the coffee table, I had no choice but to get on my knees, still unsure of what to do but I could feel Tommy watching me still. I had seen this done plenty of times on TV shows and movies but never did I think I'd be doing it...

As much as I wanted to back out, I also wanted Tommy. I mean more than a sexual way, there was just something about him that made me give in tonight..perhaps because I wasn't here as his ex-wife but as a whore...a paid whore to do what he wanted for a night of enjoyment.

I swung my hair to one side and leaned in with the straw up to my nose. Biting the bottom of my lip, a nervous habit, I placed it in my nose and leaned in further, took a breath and snorted up my first line of coke...

I can't say how long I stayed in that position, but the chemical made me a cough a little, not as bad as inhaling the weed but just a little... there was a burning tingle in my nostril and it was quickly followed by something like a shot of energy to my brain.

Sitting back and leaning against the couch, I looked up at Tommy, not aware of the smile or the dazed look in my eyes...

I watched her, trying not to be too intent about, but more out of curiousity. How far was she really willing to take this whore act?

Well, she showed up, right? Far enough. Maybe whatever latent adventurous spirit that had led her to hooking was also driving her now. I watched her fumble a bit with the straw, and then bend over and snort the little line up her nose, like a pro, all in one snort.

"Attagirl," I said. I watched for her reaction. "Pretty good ain't it?" I cut out another couple lines and took the straw back from her. These were probably each twice the size of the first one I'd cut out for her. I winked at her before snorting my line up, taking the whole thing in a single go, dragging the straw across the smooth table top.

The burn was instant but faded quickly, replaced with that oh so good numby feeling that takes over your head and throat, and the accompanying buzz that envelopes you whole. My heart raced and I had to fight the urge to immediately do another.

"Here ya go," I said, handing her back the straw and then taking a final drag off my cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray.

I used a wet finger to pick up some of the powder on the table, and ran it around inside my mouth; the taste was chemically but faded quickly as my whole mouth numbed up as it was absorbed in my tongue and gums.

"One more for practice, then you'll do one off my cock," I said, already sliding my pants down my hips...