Down the Rabbit Hole: Descent Into Lust (Closed)

[StFornicate]

Don't let the title fool you. This ain't no fairy tale. This is a tragic story of a young man's descent into a darkness filled with sex, lust, money and drugs, led by a woman who only has her own deviant desires at heart...


I took a deep breath as I parked my car, a brand new, black Chevy Corvette, at the back of the parking lot, and looked across the sea of automobiles to the entrance to the "Kinky Kitten" strip club. My hands were sweaty as I gripped the wheel, my heart racing. Why was I so nervous?

This was a step in the right direction, right? I took another deep breath. I'm a twenty-one year old college student trying to muster my courage. I ran my hands through my dark hair, looked at my brown eyes in the rear-view mirror. I wasn't unattractive, to be sure, was fairly well-built, working out late in the evenings when the Golden State University gym tended to be empty.

It had been a rough couple of months. I was always a loner and a bookworm, and had never been popular, for the obvious reason that I had trouble connecting with people. I had no desire to go out partying. I really didn't like most people I met. Maybe I just never gave them a chance. It probably made sense. After all, growing up I had been a pudgy and acne-ridden nerd, and the bullies never let me forget it.

And then, my family, my parents and grandparents, had died in a plane wreck. I was an only child, and the family fortune was left to me. While I had never wanted for anything growing up, I had never realized the extent of the wealth my grandfather had accumulated over the years, which was now passed on to me.

Investments were made, of course, to ensure a comfortable living in perpetuity. And I wasn't much for accumulating "things". I was happy with my books, my video games, my quiet life. This muscle car was my only major new purchase.

At least, I thought I was happy. I was beginning to realize my new wealth presented an opportunity, to maybe make some of my wildest dreams reality. I resolved to make the most of things, to live life to the fullest, to get my head out of my books and get out there!

Going to this high-class strip joint seemed like a good place to start. As I understood it, the girls would pay attention to you as long as the money kept rolling across the stage, right? My wallet was loaded with hundred dollar bills. The rumor was that some of the girls that worked here were available for more than just lapdances. I hoped to hell it was true. But how would I find out? It's not like you just call customer service.

Regardless, someone was going to make my night, that was for sure, and I was going to make it well worth their while.

I opened the car door and trudged through the night-time drizzle towards the neon lights, and headed inside...

 

[Stackeydreams]

"You'd better watch your mouth, Freya! I'm telling you now! I can't have your fucking attitude bringing my business down anymore! This is three bad reviews for you this month!"

Spit flew from Mike's mouth as he yelled at the young woman pacing in his office. Mike slapped his hands down hard on his desk, his face beet red with anger. The owner of the "Kinky Kitten" was fuming mad as he read yet another, negative review on his Escort Service web page.

"You're down to 2 stars now! And your client for tonight just called an hour ago to cancel! Maybe you should just go back on the pole."

Mike stared at the two stars on "Alexa's" web page as his blood pressure continued to rise.

"Why can't you just keep your mouth shut and pretend to be sweet. You have the right look. It's just that fucking attitude!"

"I'm not going back on the fucking pole!" Freya fumed at Mike's threat, pacing the small office in her little black dress and spiked heels. Click, click, click, click The stomping of her bedazzled heels on the tile floor conveyed her level of annoyance.

"I don't mean to piss them off, Mike. But sometimes they are just so stuffy and annoying!" Freya uselessly tried defending herself.

"It's not my fault that I get all the stuffiest clients with no sense of humor!"

What made it most maddening to Mike, is that he saw very high cash potential in Freya. She was his favorite of the girls, looks wise. It was those vibrant eyes and fuck me lips that made men crazy for her. She had no problem Getting clients. It was retaining them with a good review that was the problem.

"Well, Freya, there's a difference between showing slight boredom and outright rudeness! Just get the fuck out of my office. I don't want to see you for a while." Mike gestured with his hand for her to leave.

Freya grabbed her purse with a final burst of attitude and left the office, slamming the door behind her. The loud noise didn't have the "last word" affect that she was hoping for, as it was drowned out by the loud music playing out front. She ordered a drink from the bar and sat down at the far corner table. She crossed her legs, and then began swinging her foot obnoxiously as she sucked hard on the end of her Electronic cigarette and vigorously stirred her icy drink with the tiny, red straw.

 

[StFornicate]

"That'll be forty dollars," the guy at the front desk was saying to me after I walked into the club. I blinked, but pulled out my wallet anyway and handed him a hundred dollar bill. The cost of admittance seemed absurdly high to me, but I guess I still wasn't quite used to, well, being wealthy. What was forty bucks when I had a couple dozen hundred dollar bills in my pocket.

I smirked as I walked inside. It was good to have money.

That smirk, however, quickly turned to confusion. I had never been one for clubbing, or going to places like this, at all. And so the strobe lights and black lights and half-naked and totally naked girls caught me a bit off guard as I stood there and looked around, dumbfounded.

A girl wandered by, half naked like the rest, and my eyes stayed glued to her butt for a good few moments...

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...before being pulled away to the stage...

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I managed, somehow, to find myself a seat next to one of the several stages. I had a feeling I was in way over my head...

 

[Stackeydreams]

Freya was on her third drink. The alcohol was finally kicking in enough to calm her. 'Fuck it, whatever.' She thought to herself, rolling her eyes, as she watched the other girls dance. She was feeling a tinge of jealousy as she watched how fluid "Sierra's" body appeared to be as she snaked her self up and down shiny pole. She hadn't been able to get the knack for it herself, although her lack of patience was most to blame. It required work and practice, and her attitude tended to stand in her way of achieving a lot of things in life up to this point.

She looked at all the men swooning over "Sierra". Most were hooting and hollering for more. Some silently drank and watched. Then she spotted a new face. A dark haired guy, seemingly alone, he sat and watched quietly. He looked oddly out of place. He didn't even have a drink in his hand.

Freya sucked again on the cherry flavored E-cig, tapping her nails on the table, and still swinging her foot. This new guy bewildered her. He was really cute, much younger than she, she expected...barely legal. He had dark hair and a nicely built body for such a young face. His nice fitting blue jeans and button down, casual, dress shirt made him look like a down-to-earth type. She watched him pull out his wallet.

"Whaaat? ?? Was that a $100 dollar bill he just pulled out?" She thought outloud. "No way, can't be. He's way to young to have that kind of money. Or maybe he's just stupid."

Now Freya felt even more jealous. Here this pole dancer was raking in the big bucks while she was basically in time out, making zilch, all because she couldn't be a good date for these uptight, rich pricks.

 

[StFornicate]

He gazed up at her, as she danced, watching her move across the stage, treating the different guys who tossed dollar bills on the stage to cute, flirty looks and the odd cop-a-feel.

Bryan O'Rourke felt the eyes of a bouncer around him from the moment he realized the strippers were letting guys feel them up. He had no idea if this was common at strip clubs or not. He looked around, trying to conceal his nerves, and then his eyes fell the dancing red-headed vixen, Sierra.

It was almost instinctual the way he reached for his wallet as she crawled across the stage towards him, their eyes locked. He reached into his wallet, and pulled out a random bill. It was a curiosity to him in that moment. He had seen the other guys throwing down single dollar bills. Some fives.

What would she do if he threw down a Benjamin? he wondered, and smirked as he raised it up in the air in front of him, watching her eyes as she saw the bill, and realization struck her.

She immediately crawled right into his lap, straddling him, taking his hand in hers and helping him stuff the bill between her cleavage, which was barely contained by a meshy, fishnet, bra-halter-top.

"That's good for twenty minutes of a private dance, big spender," the red-headed whispered huskily in his ear before pulling away, only to raise herself up off his crotch and press her tits into his face!

 

[Stackeydreams]

Freya was avoiding making eye contact with her boss, Mike, as he finally came out of his office and was behind the bar checking on the activity of his employees on the floor.

His business required constant attention to detail in order to keep its' good reputation. Making sure that his customers were always thrilled with the show required regular monitoring. Happy customers meant higher drink sales and more leads to the escort side of the business. This is where the real money was made. But this involved regularly* being on the lookout for new, potential clients.

Freya wasnt the only one studying this new, out of place customer. Mike had been watching him as well. It wasn't often that a customer dropped hundred dollar bills to front end dancers. He saw potential....potential for bigger sales.

Even though Freya refused to make eye contact with Mike, she could feel his eyes occasionally burning a hole through her. She new he was still angry.

When Sierra finished her routine and stepped off the stage towards the bar, Freya watched as the boss pulled her aside. After a few minutes of talking, she figured out what it was most likely about.

Mike probably wanted her to try selling this new guy a date with an escort. He knew that she had offered him a 20 min. private dance, as that's what the girls are instructed to do with a customer like this one. The seclusion of the small, private room would allow for such a "back-door" conection to be made.

 

[StFornicate]

Bryan watched in amazement as Sierra eventually got off him, finished her routine, and the songs ended and she got off the stage. She made her way right over to him. "Hey Big Spender, what's your name?" she asked him, standing next to him and bending over so he had a perfect view of her full tits in his face.

"Uh, Bryan," he stammered.

"Well, Bryan, I'll be right back in a minute," she promised, before sauntering away, grabbing her discarded lingerie off the edge of the stage as she made her way to the bar. Bryan watched her go, and then watched intermittently as she spoke with someone he assumed was her boss, back behind the bar.

She eventually came back to him. "Why don't you go over to the bar and get yourself a drink?" she suggested, and Bryan was already nodding. "I'm gonna get changed and then we can go enjoy your private lap dance," she said with a wink. Already, Bryan was standing up as she walked away, high heels clicking, and he headed over to the bar.

"Whiskey and lemonade," he ordered, his mind reeling still from the woman that had just been in his lap. What was he doing here, anyway? He felt his resolve crumbling. This was all a mistake. He didn't belong here. He looked around, feeling terribly out of place, as the bartender returned with his drink.

 

[Stackeydreams]

Freya watched as Sierra spoke with the new customer. Then he stood up, and followed her up to the bar. Sierra spoke a few more words to him then disappeared into the back room. Freya suddenly got an idea, although unconventional, she felt that desperate moments called for desperate measures. And she knew she'd better make her move before Sierra returned.

"This seat taken?" Freya addressed the new guy as she approached him on his left. She took a deep breath. 'Oh my god, he smells so good.' Thinking to herself, before continuing.

The young guy smiled a small smile and offered a welcoming gesture with his hand, assuring Freya that the seat was hers for the taking. After seating herself neatly on the barstool, she looked over at him.

"Can't help but notice that you seem a little out of place here. Maybe crowds aren't your thing? This is probably going to sound awkward, but I work here, as an escort."

"At least I hope I still do." She added, under her breath as she looked forward and took a sip of her own drink. But apparently not quiet enough, as he gave her a quick glance, obviously a little confused.

"See that guy over there?" Freya continued, gesturing with her chin in Mike's direction. "He's my boss. He's not too happy with me tonight; blames me for the cancelation I had. I think he's thinking about firing me, which really sucks because I sooo need this job."

Then came the awkward pause. Freya, as well as the new guy, both took long sips, elbows on the bar, as they stared forward for what seemed like 5 minutes to Freya, although it had only been about ten seconds. She took a drag of her cherry flavored E-cig, exhaling it up towards the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, here I am unloading on you and you don't even know my name. I'm Alexa, one of the more down-to-earth escorts here. Although, my boss calls it attitude." Freya laughed, offering her hand. "You look pretty down to earth, unlike most of the stuffy suits that come in here."

 

[StFornicate]

"This seat taken?" Freya addressed the new guy as she approached him on his left. She took a deep breath. 'Oh my god, he smells so good.' Thinking to herself, before continuing.

Bryan was stunned that she was even talking to him. She was a knock-out, to be sure. The kind of girl he saw walking around on campus that never paid him any attention, or even noticed he existed.

"Uh, no, I don't think so," he said, watching her puff on her e-cig.

"Can't help but notice that you seem a little out of place here. Maybe crowds aren't your thing? This is probably going to sound awkward, but I work here, as an escort."

"At least I hope I still do." She added, under her breath as she looked forward and took a sip of her own drink. But apparently not quiet enough, as he gave her a quick glance, obviously a little confused.

Bryan raised an eyebrow. So she wanted his money. That was good to know. And she was in some kind of trouble? He wasn't sure what to make of her mumbled comment, but he just took a sip of his drink and let her continue.

"See that guy over there?" Freya continued, gesturing with her chin in Mike's direction. "He's my boss. He's not too happy with me tonight; blames me for the cancelation I had. I think he's thinking about firing me, which really sucks because I sooo need this job."

There was a very pregnant pause. Bryan didn't know what to say, or what the protocol was.

"I'm sorry, here I am unloading on you and you don't even know my name. I'm Alexa, one of the more down-to-earth escorts here. Although, my boss calls it attitude." Freya laughed, offering her hand. "You look pretty down to earth, unlike most of the stuffy suits that come in here."

Bryan scratched at his head for a moment. "I guess so. I'm just a college guy with too much money I guess. I mean... Fuck, I don't even really know what I'm doing here tonight," he said. "Guess I'm just looking for a good time, but... I don't even know what that is."

He took another drink, watched her suck on her e-cig.

"Hey, do you mind... Can I get a hit off that?" he asked her, without really knowing why. He didn't smoke, but he felt like he wanted to. He wanted her to think he was cool. Like maybe they had something in common.

Over her shoulder, he say Sierra heading back towards him. "Uhm, yeah... here comes my private dance," he said, blushing bright red as he did.

 

[Stackeydreams]

Seeing him raise his eyebrows and return his attention forward and to his drink wasn't a good sign.

'Fuck, that probably sounded too desparate.' Freya kicked herself for her stupid opening, but it was too late now, she may as well continue. She held out her hand, introduced herself, and continued talking, but instead of shaking it, he just scratched his head and replied to her observational comment. Freya quickly returned her rejected hand back to her lap, feeling even more awkward.

"I guess so. I'm just a college guy with too much money I guess. I mean... Fuck, I don't even really know what I'm doing here tonight," he said. "Guess I'm just looking for a good time, but... I don't even know what that is."

"Well, I guess that's relative, wouldn't you say? I mean what's a good time for one person may totally not be for the next." Freya replied while thinking, 'Wow, this guy really doesn't belong here. I thought I had issues.'

"Hey, do you mind... Can I get a hit off that?" Freya looked at him and smiled.

'Maybe he is normal after all.' She thought.

"Sure, but only if you tell me your name. It's only fair as I told you mine....Alexa." Freya smiled and passed her E-cig, adding, "I have cherry liquid in it today. I also love the strawberry lemonade."

As the stranger studied her E-cig unit and then took a drag, Freya took it upon herself to continue. "For me, a good time is yoga pants, no bra, and my PS 4. "Skyrim" is my favorite game. Throw in some good weed, and I'm in heaven. Although, too much and I let my character get killed too soon. So you see, I probably don't belong here either, yet here I am. Looks like we have something in common."

Freya laughed and glanced at her temporary companion. She noticed that he was now looking over her head at someone.

"Uhm, yeah... here comes my private dance." He said.

'Great, it's Sierra already,' Freya thought. 'Fuck, she couldn't have taken a little longer?'

"Well, enjoy your private dance...umm, what ever your name is." Freya took her E-cig back and then added, "Nice meeting you."

 

[StFornicate]

"I'm Bryan," he replied, smiling a bit at her. Sierra was approaching, looking right at him as she did, a seductive grin on her face and a saunter in her step. Bryan looked back and forth between the dancer and the escort, Alexa, sitting next to him.

Which is when he had an idea.

"You ready for that private dance, big spender?" Sierra asked him when she came up to him, sliding one hand along his arm and over his shoulder, putting her goods on display. She was wearing a short, tight fishnet dress over a matching bra and thong set that left little to the imagination and glowed under the blacklights.

He looked at Alexa again, after getting lost in Sierra's ample cleavage for a long moment.

"So how much for a lap dance from the both of you at the same time?" he asked them...

 

[Stackeydreams]

They both stood as Sierra approached.

"I'm Bryan," he replied, smiling a bit at her. He handed the E-cig back.

'Finally! A name!' "Nice to meet you, Bryan."

There was an awkward pause as Bryans eyes studied Sierra's shapely figure between the lines of stretchy, black fabric.
Freya almost walked away, feeling awkwardly intrusive. But then before she could react, Bryans eyes returned to hers. He smiled a sly smile at both women, and as if suddenly receiving an instant shot in the arm of pure confidence he blurted out.

"So how much for a lap dance from the both of you at the same time?"

Freya was a little surprised at his sudden uplift in energy and spirit. But then she quickly sommised that it was probably the affects of the couple whiskey & lemonades he had downed while at the bar.

'This is better than nothing. Maybe I can at least give him a taste of what I'm about and get an "in" for a possible escort date.' Freya thought for a moment, deciding that she better take him up on it, as she really needed to save her own ass here if she wanted some money for the week.

The two looked to Freya for an answer.

"Same pay for me, and you can have us both, Bryan. Let me go change quickly and I'll be right back."

Freya scurried to the back and retrieved a bag from her locker. She was happy that she had her overnight bag with some lingerie and a robe. She quickly changed and freshened up, reapplying her lip gloss and adding one light mist of her favorite VS scent, Tease, to the back of her neck. She kept her sparkled, strappy heels on and slipped her red, satin robe around her body.

As Freya exited the back, she spotted Bryan and Sierra chatting by the door of the private room.

"I'm ready, let's give Bryan a great time."

The three entered the small room. Freya touched a switch on the wall that lit small sconces in the corners of the room. The walls were covered with a rich, black, pleated fabric. However, there were large mirrors on all four walls that allowed the customer great views of the dancers bodies as they performed.

Sierra closed the door and seated Bryan on a leather padded stool in the center of the room. The stool was low enough that it allowed one to sit comfortably with their feet flat on the floor.

Sierra positioned herself behind Bryan. Pressing herself into his back she whispered into his ear.

"You ready, naughty boy?"

"Hit it Alexa." She motioned to Freya who was standing in front of Bryan.

Freya turned and touched another button on the wall. She positioned herself with her back to Bryan and waited for the music selection to begin. As the beats started to fill their ears, the girls began. Sierra, standing behind Bryan, began snaking her body against his back. Alexa began wiggling her hips like a belly dancer while slowly lowering her robe, allowing it to drop off her hands and land in a satin puddle on the floor. She then bent her arms in front of her, placing her hands on her shoulders. Jutting her hip to the side, she spun around, facing Bryan on the stool. She now could see Bryans brown eyes widen as he drank in the view of what she had been concealing underneath.

 

[StFornicate]

Bryan had to admit, Alexa blew Sierra out of the water in terms of pure physical sexiness. Or maybe that was just because she was the one dancing in front of him as Rhianna blared through the room's isolated sound-system.

The strappy red lingerie she was wearing really turned him on as well. He felt his cock straining hard against his pants, immediately, making a tent in his lap. He blinked, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to miss an instant of what she was doing. Even as Sierra's hands snaked along his arms and shoulders, and he felt her breasts rubbing against the back of his head, he was focused completely on the svelte woman in front of him.

As she danced before him, he felt himself getting harder and harder. Maybe it was the fact that he knew she was an escort. He wondered for a moment if she was actually a cop; she had been rather forward about her profession, after all. A certain fear gripped him then, and his hands found the sides of the stool he was sitting on and gripped tight.

The music was too loud for him to be able to say much, without shouting. He knew he was there to enjoy the show. He leaned back against Sierra, his eyes still glued to Alexa...

 

[Stackeydreams]

Through three more sultry songs Alexa and Sierra danced for Bryan. They took turns before and behind him, tantalizing and teasing his obvious erection with their swaying hips and asses. His eyes appeared to drink them both in as he sat motionless on the stool, even gripping it firmly at times, as though he were nervous, or maybe just trying to avoid cumming in his pants.

Freya looked at Sierra. They both were thinking the same thing. 'Wow, is this one stiff or what? And they weren't referring to his cock, but Bryans obvious, tense posture. 'Poor dude, he's so shy. He so wants to have a good time. We have to do something here; help him out a little.' Freya empethized in her head as she looked again to Sierra for silent advice. Sierra just raised her eyebrows and shrugged a tiny shrug, so as Bryan wouldn't notice. She was basically saying, "I'm leaving it up to you. You're the escort, and the one who needs to make a sale. I already have a job. Freya got the hint and figured she better kick things up a notch or 5, or this was headed nowhere!

The fourth song came to its end and Freya aka "Alexa" made a couple adjustments to the sound system. First she lowered the volume a few decibels. And then she chose a slower, sexier song that she thought may help to relax their "big spender" enough for him to have a good time in his last five minutes alone with them. She thought, 'This is it! I've got to pull out all the stops on this one, or I'm out.

Sierra remained behind Bryan now. Freya hit play. The song began and she turned and sauntered over to Bryan on the stool. Standing between his legs, she gently lifted his chin with her forefinger, encouraging him to look her directly in the eyes. She continued, using the same finger, gently dragging it down his lips and then lightly down the center of his chest and tight abs, all while keeping her eyes locked with his.

She brought both of her hands up now. And starting at his shoulders, she slowly ran her fingertips gently down the length of his arms to his hands, where she let them rest atop his. When she felt his relax under her touch, she slowly lifted them from the edge of the stool and placed them on the bare skin of her hips. Keeping her eyes locked on his, Freya carefully straddled his lap so that the crotch of her red thong pressed against the bulge in his blue jeans. Then with her hands on his, and his on her hips she slowly and purposefully began grinding her sex in his lap in time to the slow music. When she felt him adjust and relax a little to this new action, she took things a bit further, bringing his hands to her firm, exposed breasts; encouraging him to go ahead and give them a feel.

Bryan gently squeezed Freyas breasts with his full palms, even going as far as using his fingertips to pinch and explore her erect nipples. She couldn't help but to let out a small sigh. Job or not, this felt good, and he was, well.....hot as fuck. She knew the song was nearing its end, along with Bryans thirty minutes. And in her last desparate attempt to try and seal a deal, Freya made a brash move. She repositioned herself back to a stand between Bryans legs. Then with swift movement she unbuttoned his jeans and opened his fly just enough to release just the head of his cock from the top of his boxers, giving it a quick, gentle lick and a kiss. Then she looked up at him and smiled.

 

[StFornicate]

Bryan's head swam, drunk with lust, as these two women danced around him. Time flew by in a whirlwind of flesh and desire. These women were doing things he'd never thought he'd experience. He was impossibly hard, and tense, but then Alexa took center stage in front of him.

She took his hands, and placed them on her body.

Bryan breathed in sharply as she climbed into his lap and started grinding herself on him, in time with the music of course, and when she took his hands again and guided them up to her firm, full breasts, he very nearly came in his pants!

He could hear the song coming to a close, just as his hands groping her tits were growing more adventurous, more confident, more firm in their toying with her flesh.

He knew his half hour was up when she opened his pants and placed a lick and a kiss, and looked back up at him.

He looked Alexa straight in the eyes, and gulped. He knew he needed to do this. He had to be with her. He couldn't let such an exquisite creature get away from him.

"H-how much..." he leaned in and asked nervously...

 

[Stackeydreams]

The room went quiet when the last song came to an end. Bryans hands were still affixed to Freyas' breasts; his fly undone.

He.....was undone.

Sierra quickly scooted out of the room. She wasn't about to put in any time past her agreed thirty minutes.

Freya smirked half a smile and bit her lower lip. And with her blue eyes still locked with Bryans hungry, desparate, begging eyes, she answered.

"How much.....for what, exactly, bad boy?" Then she glanced down at his solid cock, peeking it's glistening head out from the top of his boxers, then back up to his begging eyes as she waited for his answer.

He appeared so hopelessly desparate. Desparate for some kind of release. Something, Anything!

' Hook.....line......and sinker!' she thought to herself. 'He definitely looks super fuckable, this one. That will make things easier. She needed some cash and what better way than to use what her and her workmates called, "pussy power".

 

[StFornicate]

"How much.....for what, exactly, bad boy?" Then she glanced down at his solid cock, peeking it's glistening head out from the top of his boxers, then back up to his begging eyes as she waited for his answer.

"For all night!" he practically spat! He looked around suddenly, and felt an awful lot of relief when a squadron of police failed to emerge from the walls and doors and couch cushions.

He looked her, dead in the eyes. "Show me a wild time tonight," he continued, shocked at himself that the words were pouring out his mouth. But having this so nearly naked girl on top of him, and then she actually got her lips on his dick...

He felt quite confident all of a sudden. Powerful.

"I don't care what the price is," he said.

He meant it.

 

[Stackeydreams]

'Is this guy for fucking real?' Freya thought as she looked him directly in the eyes, taking a moment to think before she responded.

'Did he really just say that he'd pay anything? The pause grew long as Freya didn't want to fuck this up. How much would be too much? There Had to be a too much. I don't care who the person is or hot they are. It's just not worth...

"Three grand....and I'm all yours til 9 am tomorrow, bad boy." The words just popped out and Freya hoped she didn't just kick herself in her own foot.

She stood up straight between Bryans legs and ran her fingertips lightly down the skin of his arm. Her touch eliciting another drop of precum to ooze from his pink, cockhead, which was still peeking out from the top of his boxers. Spotting it, she reached with a finger, swiped it from the tender hole it had escaped from, before teasingly bringing it to her mouth. She sucked the finger clean, slowly and deliberately, then left the finger to linger in her mouth, smiling around it.

 

[StFornicate]

Three grand. To have this gorgeous vixen until nine AM. He shook his head and smiled eagerly at her. It was a considerable sum. Was she worth it?

Every bone in his body, and one in particular, screamed a resounding "yes!" He had never spent that much money on a "night out" before, or a date, for that matter, but in this moment, it seemed like it was the most perfectly natural thing in the world to do.

"Deal," he said, happily. Hell, he had three grand in his pocket! He looked at her, their eyes locking. She was already mostly undressed, so he didn't need to undress her with his eyes. But he could only imagine, at this point, what would happen between them later that night, and his thoughts only served to further stiffen his already rock-hard cock...

 

[Stackeydreams]

"Great! I'm going to go change and grab my stuff, and then I'll ride with you to the suite." Freya kissed him light on the cheek. "You can just bring me back here in the morning after breakfast. Meet you by the door in twenty?"

Freya was psyched that Bryan took her outrageous offer. This would equal more than she'd made on the last four clients put together!

Leaving Bryan and his hard, leaking dick sitting on the stool, she robed herself quickly and headed out of the room. On the way to the back room she popped quickly into her boss's office.

"What?" Mike said in a tone suggesting that he was no where near done being angry with her. He was busy doing some bookkeeping on the computer and didn't even bother to look up. Freya sat on the edge of his desk.

"You saw that new, young guy, right?" And before she gave him a chance to reply, she continued.

"Well, apparently he's got some money. Aannnd...."

"What Freya? Get on with it!"

"I managed to get a date with him for tonight.....to replace the....the other guy."

"You mean the one you pissed off and lost me $300!"

"Well, this guy will more than make up for it. He's going to pay three fucking grand! For the night....til 9 am tomorrow."

"Really?" Mike suddenly stopped to look at Freya over his reading glasses. "Well don't fuck it up!" He added, before returning to his keyboard. "You can go now."

"Asshole", Freya mumbled under her breath as she left the office.

Nearly twenty minutes later Freya and her overnight bag joined Bryan, who was waiting near the front door. She was wearing the little black dress she had been wearing earlier in the evening.

"I'm ready. Have you eaten? There is a Chinese place as well as a pizza joint on the way. It's going to be a long night, so if you're hungry we can stop and grab some to-go." She smiled up at Bryan, hoping he'd want to stop as she had suddenly realized while changing just how hungry that she, herself was.

Being that her original date had cancelled, she had missed out on dinner earlier.

 

[StFornicate]

Bryan grew more and more nervous and impatient with every passing minute as he waited near the door. There was a constant stream of nearly-naked beauties doing their dancing thing on the various stages within his view, but all he could think about was Alexa, and the way she had licked and kissed his cock, the sultry, hungry look in her eyes.

She exuded sex appeal, and she was all his for the night.

The price was definitely right!

Finally, she emerged, all smiles. True to her earlier self-description, she was down to earth, wanting to go grab a bite to eat.

"Hey, whatever you want," Bryan said, slipping his arm around her waist as they walked out the door together. He wasn't all that hungry, but he wouldn't mind a coffee. He was determined to make sure he was wide awake for every minute with Alexa that he was paying for!

"Pizza works for me," he said, before hitting the keyfob for his Corvette as they walked up towards it, causing the lights to flash momentarily, and the convertible top started automatically opening.

 

[Stackeydreams]

Bryan had taken Freyas' overnight bag and placed on the back seat before opening the passenger door for her. She had started to reach for the handle, but then pulled her hand back, remembering that it was expected of her to act at least a little ladylike on these dates. Her bad habits and extreme forwardness, especially verbally, was what had ended other dates in the past. She couldnt afford any mistakes on this one. She slipped into the leather seat, adjusting the bottom of her dress against her thighs.

"The pizza place is up around this block on the right. We can just grab a few slices to go, if you'd like."

Looking over at Bryan, she noticed his hands trembling a bit. She also spotted a lesser, yet still very noticeable bulge in the left, front of his jeans.

'Fuck, I can't wait to get my hands and lips around that.' Freya thought, feeling her pussy clench just at the thought.

Her love for cock sure did help her in this business. It was hardly work, in her mind, to stroke, suck and fuck fine specimens such as Bryan. Her friends would tease her, saying, "Jesus, you're such a guy, Freya. As her frequent, crude comments about sex and men, as well as her bad habit of swearing, sounded more the likes of a frat house guy than a young woman.

Back in the car after grabbing the pizza and coffee, Freya gave Bryan the address for the large skyrise that was home to the apartment style suites rented by "The Kinky Kitten" escort service. After adding it to his GPS unit, they were back on the road for the 10.3 mile ride it would take to get there.

Taking a long drag of her E-cig, Freya did nothing to hide the fact that she was staring at Bryans' package as he drove. She sucked hard on the plastic tip with her glossy, pink lips as she glanced back and forth from his crotch to his face. She couldn't help but imagine things, dirty things, hot things.

First, she imagined slipping her dress up, pulling her panties aside and straddling his lap right there as he drove. Oh god, how good that would feel.....his thick cock stretching and filling her small, smooth pussy as she pushed herself down over him. She felt her pussy clench just at the imagery the thought had produced.

Then she imagined herself laid back, naked on the hood of his car looking down upon Bryans head. His face buried in her wet pussy as he licked and sucked her supple lips for all he was worth.

Freya exhaled the cherry scented vapor out through pursed lips into the warm, night air above them.

"Is this okay?" She asked, looking at Bryan as she slipped her left hand onto his upper thigh. If it were up to her, she would have had his jeans opened and had her hungry mouth bobbing up and down on his cock a mile prior. Butt this was his gig, and so she decided that she needed to let him take things at his own pace.

 

[StFornicate]

Bryan wasn't sure what to think. Or what to do, really. He had been on a few dates before, but... this woman was in a league of hotness way outside what he was used to being around. Now that he'd had an opportunity to fully take her in, outside of the dark and smoky bar, he saw that she had the kind of beauty that had always been out of his grasp.

But now, tonight, all night, this gorgeous specimen was all his.

He had the feeling that she was holding something back. He found he wasn't sure really, what to do or say, at all. She directed him where to go, and he took her there. He assumed she would lead him all the way to bed.

He hoped, anyways. That was what he was paying for, right? His mind raced, but he kept getting distracted by... her. Questions flitted through his mind. Who was she really? Why does she do this?

But then those thoughts scattered to his delirious fantasy, nearly come true, of this woman riding him like an animal.

He nodded as she placed her hand on his thigh. "Uhh, yeah, sure," he said, blushing from nervousness. "Please..."

 

[Stackeydreams]

Two more blocks worth of city lights passed, and the GPS unit chimed. They had reached their destination. Freya directed Bryan to park in the garage to the left of the high rise. He politely went around the car, opening the door for her once they had parked, and retrieved her bag, carrying it for her as she carried the pizza box and his coffee.

Freya swiped a key card, and then led Bryan through the lobby and into the elevator.

She looked at him. He was fidgeting with the handle of her bag as he gazed at her legs where they announced themselves at the hem of her little black dress.

She smiled, taking a long drag of her E-cig as she looked him up and down.

'This should be interesting.' She thought.

"Okay, this is us." Freya announced.

The elevator doors opened and Freya stepped out into hallway and to a door a few yards away with Bryan following close behind.

Using her swipe card she opened the door.

 

[StFornicate]

Bryan felt like he was in a movie. This place was really nice, after all. In spite of all the money he had inherited, he wasn't used to places like these. It was a testament to how good her "business" was. She opened the door and he looked at her furtively before entering the apartment, flipping on a light, and setting her bag down.

The place was clean, for sure, but, it was more like a hotel suite than anyplace someone would call "home." It made sense, after all, for it to be as anonymous a place as it's users wished to be. The front door opened into a spacious kitchen. It had an open floor plan, and the living room could be seen further on, huge windows looking down upon the lights of the city beyond.

He let her walk past him, and set the pizza boxes down on the counter after handing Bryan his coffee. He took a sip as he shut the door behind her, satisfied to hear the automatic latching of the heavy lock. He looked at Alexa, his companion for the night. I'm paying for this, he thought. I deserve to enjoy it.

He let his eyes really take her in. Her slender curves, her lithe, firm body. In that tight little dress, she had a body built to fuck.

Bryan felt the blood rushing to fill his cock immediately. He had already had her practically naked and grinding on him earlier. She had already had her hot little mouth on his dick.

He wanted some more of that. He stood there before her, in the kitchen, and unzipped his fly.