"The Girl of Mounting Mysteries" (closed)

[PennySaver]

"The Girl of Mounting Mysteries"

CLOSED
to Homerun2611​

(OOC: The image below is out of context. Imagine that face and body not wet at the beach but dry in a bedroom. You can do it: I have faith in your imagination. )

Penny Jones was the name she'd used to introduce herself to the man passed out on the bed before her. It wasn't her real name, of course. But, to be honest, she could rarely even remember her real name without taking a moment to think hard.

She pulled her tee shirt back on over her head, tugging it down about her shoulders and waist. A bit of lifting and sculpting about her young, firm unbridled B-cups left them and their pert nipples wondrously well displayed by the thin cotton fabric, just as they had been when she'd first met her host.

Penny had to admit that she'd come on kind of strong with the guy. He'd been sitting at the bar in a hotel lounge when she dropped onto the stool two positions from him. Within seconds, introductions had been made. Within minutes, they each knew they were each single and attracted to the other. Within an hour, they were in his apartment just two blocks away, drinking wine and getting naked in his bedroom.

Normally, things wouldn't have gotten that far, but the drug Penny had put in the man's last drink hadn't taken effect as quickly as expected. For a while there, she'd actually thought she was going to have to put out for the man. Not that she would have minded, of course: he was good looking, wonderfully built, seemingly clean, and nicely though not monstrously endowed.

But tonight wasn't about getting laid, at least not for Penny. She had other work to do. So, once the two of them were naked and in his bedroom and once she realized that the drug was finally beginning to take effect, she dropped to her knees, licked his cock a couple of times, then beat him off until he was spewing his seed all over his firm, sculpted Abs. He passed out by the time the euphoria waned, and Penny knew he'd remain out for the next several hours.

Slipping back into her panties and skirt, she took some time to eat some food while wandering about his apartment. It was a nice place, the result of a nice job and comfortable paycheck, obviously. She looked through his phone, computer, and desk drawers, finding his full name, age, social security number, paycheck stub, contacts lists, some letters from family, friends, and even a recent lover, and so very much more.

Penny had a photographic memory, carving into stone all she learned about the man while strolling about his home. She used his espresso machine to make a cup of imported dark roast, then a second one for the road. She raided his fridge, too, making and eating a sandwich she made from an assortment of fresh ingredients she found impressive for a single man living all on his lonesome.

She finished off the last piece of a homemade chocolate cake which had all the markings of having been made by someone else: the Pyrex pan in which she'd found it didn't match her host's dishware, making Penny wonder if it had come from a neighbor, a family member, or a lover? She hoped it wasn't the latter, of course, as she had future plans for this man that required him to be available to her on the spur of the moment.

Penny frequently checked the time, and at just short of 3am, she slipped back into her modest heels and leather jacket to make her departure. Before she left, though, she wrote her host a note:

Thanks for an incredible night.
I hope we can get together again soon.
You're a helluva fuck.
Maybe next time we won't drink so much
and you can drive me to more than
just one wonderful orgasm.​

She returned to his bedroom for one last look at the man. She suppressed a chuckle at the sight of him laying there on the bed, naked and uncovered, his beautiful cock now laying lazily and spent off to one side of his groin.

Penny couldn't help herself. She pulled out her lipstick, painted her mouth, and kissed him several times, starting at his lips and neck and working her way down to his belly and crotch. She left a conspicuous ring of red around his shaft and upon his cock's head. Then, smiling with delight, she made her exit, wondering just how much his conscious, subconscious, and imagination would work together to recall his night.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick, well to his friends, it was still Ricky, Stevenson, hadn't gone out to pick anyone up, and certainly without intention of bringing someone home. He had only broken up with Gillean less than a week ago, man that had been a scene! No, this night was not to start anything anew, that would have been kind of tacky. He had loved Gillean, he just wasn't ready to marry her, not now, maybe not ever? But her green card was coming to a close, with the fucking Covid she could not find work, and it was time to head back to Dublin, unless...she had a husband.

They had dated almost six months, but as time grew nearer, Gillean pushed the issue, "put up or shut up bud!" Okay, she wasn't quite that direct, but she made no bones about it. It was probably time to end it anyway, the heat had become more tepid, and, well, all good things come to an end. She had moved most of the stuff she had stored at his place last Sunday, leaving only two pieces. One the pyrex dish where she had made him his birthday cake, he had just turned 26, and second, the scraps of the panties he had torn off her body in said birthday celebration. At least their last fuck had been good, really good, more like the early intensity than the end, maybe they had both known this one needed to last!

He had debated going out at all, but they would be going back into the office nearly full time again starting next week, which meant more 80-100 hours weeks than he wanted. Ricky was an Associate at Greenbaum, a bulge bracket investment bank, he was in his fourth year and might be put up for early VP in December. It didn't really matter, other than the hours got better, just like they had with the move from Analyst to Associate, 100-120 hours down to 70 to 90, so it did at VP which were more 60 to 80. Still sounds like a lot right, well try working 120 hours and 60 feels like a walk in the park! Anyway, he was racking, just ask his non i-banking friends. Only four years out of undergrad, he was making a base of $180K with near a guaranteed 100% bonus. All that sounded great, except trying to find the time to enjoy it.

So it was, he took opportunities where he could, which sent him out Wednesday, the goal to have a couple of drinks, maybe play a game of darts or shoot a game of pool if one presented itself, still get home early. He ventured down the street to McGill's Bar. McGill's was a neighborhood bar in this high end Millennial and Gen X city neighborhood. If you wanted to, particularly on Friday and Saturday night's, maybe even an occasional Thursday, hook ups happened often, but Wednesdays, they were casual.

The place was maybe a quarter full, no one playing darts or pool, and mostly small groups when Ricky took a stool near the far end of the bar. The bartender, Danny, gave Ricky a smile, they were both huge sports fans and often had lengthy and passionate debates. "Four Roses and ginger?" Danny asked and Ricky nodded. They went down easy and he felt relaxed, he had just ordered his third, more than he usually drank when she walked in and sat down. He would have watched and noticed her anywhere, but only two stools away, she was impossible to miss.

At first he tried to be discreet, even reminding himself how tacky it would feel to hit on a girl this soon after Gillean. Except, no matter how discreet he tried to be, everytime he looked she was looking back. Ultimately the appeal was too strong, particularly when she made jokes about loving to swim, and asking how Ricky felt about girls that were always wet! Within five minutes he had moved over and bought her a drink, and himself a fourth. He went to the head, and realized his cock was harder than steel, she had that kind of body, eyes and smile. And those tits...a smile went from ear to ear, perky, yet full, mmmm, just the kind that made his mouth water! He looked in the mirror, and splashed cold water on his face. This was not the plan...he looked again and felt the thunder raging through his nicely sized prick, "Fuck It!" was the pep talk he gave himself and it wasn't more than fifteen minutes later he "closed the deal" although exactly who closed who might be open to debate, and they were back at his place.

The rest...Uh, a little blurry! Fucking bourbon! He remembered kissing, stripping, her going down and her mouth on his cock, or was that her hand, or ...both? He must have done something too, the note said "great fuck"! But, well, a great fuck should be remembered? He thought he had matured beyond blackout sex, but, maybe not so much? Morning was a mixed bag too, he woke up to his phone screaming at him, he had a Zoom call in ten minutes. His head felt like rushour on the interstate was droning through it, but as he got up, he read the note. Review were in and good! He looked in the mirror and then looked down, the lipstick trail suggested times well enjoyed.

"DAMN!" He smiled to himself, even drunk off your ass, you're still a cocksman! It was unearned self praise, but his ego needed a bit of reinforcement, he had been riding a single horse for too long. That weekend he went back looking for her, the note had been nice, a phone number would have been better! She was not there, not Friday, Saturday, or the following Saturday. he still headed down to McGill's every week or so, he had left Danny on the lookout, but no sightings had taken place and Ricky chalked it up to serendipity.

Now, four months later, he had dated some, no one more than twice, for some reason he found himself wanting something else. It happened to be Saturday morning, about 1 PM when his phone rang, he looked at the caller ID, "Penny For Your Thoughts" What the fuck was that, how did that get in there? Nevertheless, he answered.....

 

[PennySaver]

"Hey, Ricky, it's been a minute," a female voice he may or may not have immediately recognized said with a bit of flirtation in it. "I'm in town, and I thought maybe, if you weren't busy tonight, you might want to see my new lipstick color. It looks good on my lips ... but ... there are other places you might want to see it, too."

 

[Homerun2611]

It was a woman's voice, of course he should have guessed that from the message. Then a smile crossed his face, it wasn't a woman, it was her. "How the hell did you get your number into my phone?"

He probably should have cared, but he didn't. Other than some missing food, she hadn't taken anything, as far as he knew, and he was damned happy to hear her.

"Well, as luck would have it, I am free. If I remember correctly I was a big fan of your lips...stick!" He laughed. "Would you like to go for dinner or drinks or...." Ricky laughed again.

"I wasn't sure I'd hear from you again...I'm glad I did!" He felt his heart racing and shit, he was already getting hard! "Where would you like to meet?"

 

[PennySaver]

"I put it in your phone before I left," Penny said about how he had her contact info. She chuckled, adding, "Don't worry, I didn't look through your phone or anything like that."

She was lying, of course. Penny had spent almost 2 hours reviewing and memorizing Ricky's contacts, calendar -- past and future -- and more. She probably knew him better after one night than did most of his friends and past lovers.

When he asked where she wanted to meet, Penny said with a humorous tone, "Well, about that."

She reached up and knocked on his door.

 

[Homerun2611]

When the phone call came in, Ricky was riding his Peloton. The first few years of his career had made working out nearly impossible. But this last year, with the chance to work from home, he had taken some of his bounty and purchased the high end cycle. He felt good about his body, back to the body he had had as a soccer player at Indiana, but he had also grown a beard, one that if he knew he had a date that night with Penny, he may have well shaved.

It was 1:00 PM. He had barely begun his warm-up when the phone had rang, but had been prepared for a hard workout, wearing only shorts, his "Peloton shoes" and no shirt, the water bottle full and riding in its holster, a towel over the handle bars. "Shit!" He forgot he had ordered some weights on Amazon and so when he heard the door knock, he assumed that was it.

Tossing the towel around his neck in some attempt at modesty, he went to answer the door, the phone in his hand and earplugs still in. She was just about to tell him where to meet when he opened...there she was, stunning!

A grin went across his face, and then he realized his state of undress. "You know, tonight usually starts about 5 or 6 hours from now...." He laughed and swung the door open, reasonably confident she was not offended as this was almost how she had last left him....

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: Again, disregard the lack of context for Penny's image.)

Penny jerked a thumb over her shoulder at Ricky's comment about the early hour, saying, "I could come back later if you prefer."

They smiled at each other, knowing he wasn't going to send her away and she wasn't going to be doing any going away. She let her gaze fall to his sweat-glistening body for an obvious survey of his fitness, then looked up to his face again with a devilish smirk. Striding slowly in past him, Penny reached up to run a finger across his torso between his abs and pecs.

"Someone needs a shower," she said, turning but still walking, now slowly backward toward the hallway that she knew led to his bedroom. Her smile spread farther as she said, "We should save on your electric bill by doing so together."

Penny pulled her leather coat from her shoulders, tossing it aside, then stepped out of her tall heels. She unsnapped the fastener at the small of her back and pulled down on her body-hugging skirt's zipper, letting that garment fall to the floor as well. Suddenly, she was once again in nothing more than a tight fitting tee shirt that so readily showed off her always pert nipples and a pair of modest panties that, when she turned away from Ricky, so wonderfully showed off the curves of her young, firm ass.

"You comin'?" she asked as she padded her way toward his bathroom. She called over her shoulder to him, "First, you got any wine? I could use a drink."

 

[Homerun2611]

Red lights and warning bells should have been going off, "Danger, Danger Will Robinson!". Four months nothing and then, almost magically, on his cell. Not a word of explanation and huge gaps in memory as to what really happened the first time.

Yes, that was the logical and conservative way that probably most men and nearly all women would have gone too. But Ricky was an investment banker in training, self selection of his career choice suggested a calculated lack of risk aversion. However, Ricky was young, flying high, a young turk, and he felt bullet proof.

So the fuck with all that potential consternation, he believed in carpe diem, and MY GOD, he smiled as she backed into his luxury condo, just look at those tits and that ass! So there it was, if the big head had ever really been controlling at all, it gladly relinquished that responsibility to the desires of the little one. He remembered looking in the mirror, that trail of kisses down his abdomen, the bright ring on his cock. Damn, this time he planned on remembering it!

"Uh sure, I've got wine...I've got a bottle of pinot grigio chilling in the fridge and I've got a few bottles of nice cabs, what's your pleasure?" As he spoke his eyes were tracking up her body, doing a real time estimate of how long it would be before they were naked. She mentioned the shower and did not think he had warmed up enough to be offensive, but who knew? "Ah, yes, conservation seems a very good idea, but the question, is now...or should we work on getting a bit more sweaty first?"

His eyes focused in on her lips as a smile flashed across his face and his eyes danced and pearly whites flashed, "I do like that lipstick...hmmm, how does it taste?"

 

[PennySaver]

Penny laughed at Ricky's obvious suggestion that maybe they should earn a shower by getting all hot and sweaty fucking on some nearby horizontal surface. She stopped just short of the entrance to the hallway leading to the bathroom, bedrooms, and whatever else the luxury apartment offered. Reaching to her waist, Penny pulled her tee shirt upwards and away from her body; her firm B-cups rose with the tension of the cotton top, then -- once free -- flopped down to bounce once, twice, then settle in their gravity defying manner.

"Get your ass undressed..." she demanded, reaching for the waist band of her panties. "...get the wine..." She leaned forward to push the piece of clothing off her body. "...and get in the shower with me."

Rising to height again, Penny's tiny, triangular patch of close trimmed hair pointed downward to her clit, which was just ever so slightly poking its head out for Ricky's attention. She gave him only a moment to make his assessment -- last time he'd passed out before she removed her panties -- then gathered her clothes and headed for the bathroom without another word.

Inside, she quickly located the single pill hidden in the lining of her skirt. Penny hadn't yet decided whether or not she was going to knock out Ricky again, as she had last time. She knew he would find it very suspicious this time around, seeing how passing out couldn't be blamed on overdrinking, as she had encouraged him to do four months ago.

She reached to her backside to hide it in the crack of her ass. It wouldn't be the first time she'd hidden something between her firm cheeks, of course: a key once, notes on several occasions; a tiny, plastic-housed needle with a paralyzing agent in it, something she hoped she'd never have to do again as she had been one good slap on the ass away from causing her own self to be knocked out.

No, she couldn't use it this time around: Ricky was going to have his afternoon delight after all. Penny slipped the pill back into its hideaway and smiled as she turned on the water to warm the shower, picturing the man's body and cock. The world was full of men less beautiful and less built than Richard Stevenson. Penny considered herself lucky to be getting naked with him.

Still, she had to remember that she was working. There were worse things a person would do for a living than get fucked by a man who rated high in the 9's for physical appearance. And he had a nice personality, too, something she'd learned at the lounge bar that first night. Still, investment banking? Not exactly the field from which Penny would select a husband, boyfriend, or long term lover.

She stepped into the shower, tilted her head back to wet and slick down her hair to her back, then waited.

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky just watched, almost spellbound by the show that Penny willingly provided. Her tits were amazing, perfect in shape, nipple and gravity defying splendor. Never could he remember a larger, firmer set of breasts and her nipples were perpetually hard. Slipping off her panties, the rest of her body was just as good, and Ricky bit his lip smiling, his cock clearly rising in salute in his shorts. "Even better than I remembered, and it was a very fond memory!"

He heard her request and moved toward his kitchen to grab the wine as he watched her disappear into his bedroom. Through the bedroom with the view looking out on the city below she would find the master bath. Primarily dark granite, a large double sink, a small and separate closeted toilet, and the shower and bath complex. The shower 6x8 feet, an eight headed shower, on the far wall, with a second granite wall on one side, and two clear glass walls, one opposite of, the second on the right of the shower heads. The far wall, which also contained the glass door, would also find two handles built into the glass, nearly 4.5 feet from the ground and 18 inches apart. To the right of the shower, was an oval, two person jacuzzi tub.

Ricky walked in an opened bottle of Bonanza Cabernet, and two stemless crystal wine glasses. Setting the refreshment on the counter, he turned toward Penny, already glistening wet, with her dark hair slicked back and staring at him. He didn't say a word, instead staring into her eyes, as he slid his finger down within the waistband of his shorts, sliding them over his muscular thighs, releasing his clearly aroused, 8 inch long and somewhat thicker than normal, circumsized cock. It sprang forth eager to begin the afternoon festivities. Angled up perhaps 10 degrees beyond horizontal, with a slight curve which hopefully would entertain her G spot as it had the few he had slept with previously.

Closing quickly he opened the door, and stepped toward her, gripping her waist in his strong hands. "For four months I have thought about you, wondered....so let me taste that lipstick!" And he pulled her body to his and pressed his lips into the long awaited kiss....

 

[PennySaver]

Penny smiled with delight as Ricky stripped off what little clothing he was wearing. Although he hadn't seen her pussy the last time, she most definitely had seen his cock. Ironically, though, the sedative she'd slipped him that night had prevented him from becoming fully hardened, and now Penny got to see the real thing, really hard, and really close up.

Ricky had a beautiful cock, not too big, not too small, and most definitely ready for business. As he walked her way, its waved back and forth like the signal safety light the tarmac worker had used to direct into a private hangar the jet on which she'd arrived in the city.

Looking at him and imagining his cock thrusting in and out of her for much of the afternoon to come, Penny couldn't help but think she'd chosen the right man at Greenbaum & Associates. There had been three other serious options and two that would have been less than desirable but, ironically, easier to make work. There had also been two women Penny could have seduced, one who was a loud and proud lesbian and one who her investigation had shown was sexually inquisitive and could quite easily have been lured into a lesbian relationship.

But after almost two years of watching the company, its stock, its employees, its clients, and more, Penny had taken her Handler's recommendation, walked into a hotel lounge, and struck up a conversation with the man who was now taking her into his arms. Penny felt his rock hard shaft press against her wet belly, his arms wrapping around her waist. She wrapped her own arms around his neck, grasping his skull in her hands, to engage him in a passionate and erotic kiss.

As the heat rose and their wet bodies merged seemingly into one, Penny contemplated one of her options: she could still postpone sex until they left the shower and drop the little tablet into his glass. But Penny could feel the heat building inside her womanhood, and all she wanted was to feel Ricky in there as well.

She pushed him off of her, smiled devilishly, turned her back to him, and leaned over to grasp the safety rails, one on the tile wall, the other on the sturdy glass. She arched her back forward as she parted her legs, looking back over her shoulder with that smirk.

With a demanding tone, she told him, "Fuck me. And don't stop until I tell you ... or collapse."

 

[Homerun2611]

The kiss was hot... long, wet, deep. Their chests expanding and contracting as hands slid up and down equally beautiful torsos. The setting was erotic, Penny had been there less than ten minutes and here they were on an urgent and inevitable road to copulation, most likely multiple rounds of hair raising, nail digging and bodies gloriously engaging in intense fucking!

"Fuck you're good...why so long?" The question was more to himself than her, oh how his body, his cock had ached for this! Wild horses couldn't have kept him from what happened next. He watched as she turned and presented, almost taunted him to take her. Fuck she was delicious and he was a stud stallion needing to mount the mare in heat!

She was not seductive in the traditional sense, more demanding but with a body like that, there was no need for subtlety. She needn't ask twice. Ricky had no doubt of the wetness and readiness of his prey, and so with the target so perfectly set in his sights, he grabbed her hips firmly and drove his missile, impaling her with his flesh covered, veiny stake! "OH FUUUCCCKKK!!!" Ricky moaned as he drove in, quickly planting all 8 thick inches inside the tight, yet tender cunt of his guest! "Jesus Penny YESSS!!!! YESSS!!!!"

In and out he drove his manhood in and out as she had asked, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other on her waist, perfect leverage to fire his single piston engine over and over. The slapping of his pelvis against her firm ass, echoed as speed, power and desire escalated with every thrust. Only occassional, stopping and holding at his very depth, small rotations to tease her G spot with the curve of his cock, and then the resumption of hard, firm fucking!

If not for the water, he would have been dripping with sweat. The water splashed and flowed on her back, he noticed minor imperfections in his skin, they looked like scars, not surprising for a woman who seemed to grab life by the throat. She would find, despite their earlier session, Ricky had good cock control. It hadn't been more than about a week since his last hookup at McGill's, it had been more convenience and need than desire, call it a casual friend with benefits, but it had served the need of taking the edge off.

Not knowing this was around the corner, he should send flowers to the girl of appreciation for the friendly access given her pussy. So now, Ricky was ready to last, yet he hoped this would be a multi event, and decathlon of exploration of the kama sutra. Penny had a hold of the bars, and he had confidence in her strength, so leaning down he grabbed her knees and pulled her up, there was no position that allowed a man to get deeper than the "Wheelbarrow" He was intent on having his sexy, surprise lover climax first. He hadn't asked if she wanted a condom, and was thrilled none requested, he wanted to feel her, enjoy her, this girl, skin to skin!

 

[PennySaver]

Penny felt the head of Ricky's cock at her folds and steadied herself for his entry. She knew he'd be eager to get in her and get things started, so she wasn't at all surprised when he rammed most of his length into her warm wetness with one mighty shove. Unsurprised as she was, she still cried out at the painful intrusion of her tight hole.

"OH FUUUCCCKKK!!!" he moaned as he drove what remained of his length deep into her. "Jesus, Penny YESSS!!!! YESSS!!!!"

She met his energetic thrusts with her own opposite movements. She drew a breath on one forward movement and moaned it out on the next, repeating the combo again and again as he continued groaning in delight behind her. With the pleasure building up inside her rapidly, Penny suddenly found herself wishing she hadn't knocked him out their last time together.

She grasped the safety rails tightly and planted her feet for the ride, only to suddenly find her feet in the air behind her. She laughed between building cries of pleasure, warning, "You ... fucking ... drop me ... and I'll cut off ... your dick!"

Penny laughed again, short expressions of humor interrupted by the continuing cries of pleasure. She didn't often cum with marks, mostly because her attention was so on the job that it was hard to concentrate of what was happening between their bodies. But Ricky's cock was simply too much to be ignored; his skill at the job was undeniable. He pushed her toward, to, and beyond the point of no return, and with a loud cry of joy, she exploded in orgasm. Her entire body trembled at the flood of euphoria before slowly going limp in his arms, leaving her fearful that her own hands would fail to keep hold of the railing that was, after all, there for her safety.

After a long wondrous moment of her head spinning and her body shaking to the core, Penny begged loudly, "Enough! Oh god ... god almighty ... you have to stop ... stop..."

 

[Homerun2611]

Her ankles in his hands, her words from before, her none too subtle challenge ran though his mind, "Fuck me. And don't stop until I tell you ... or collapse." She was good, very good, the kind of ass that made a man bend a knee, and a cunt that was even better.

Ricky was an alpha, and so in this position, he naively thought he was in control. “I choose collapse sexy, because there is no god damn way, I am stopping or cumming before you do. I don’t know what happened the first time, but this time Sexy… I am going to make god damn sure I feel you cum!”

Holding her, spreading her, he tilted and fucked her as hard and deep as he could go. How possibly was she so god damn tight? Given their “relationship” thus far, it seemed to take somewhere from 5 minutes to 2 hours for them to be naked and bumping they’re far from uglies. A virgin she wasn’t, closer to a whore and he meant that as the best of compliments.

”God damn, you must do kegels professionally!” Another compliment of sorts far different from “you’ve got beautiful eyes…” of course she had those too, it just wasn’t the angle he was enjoying at the moment. He drove in and held, felt her release… “Fuck FUCK.. how did you learn to cum like that?” Ricky considered himself a cocksman, but she was the difference between USDA Prime.. a really great steak… and Japanese Wagyu.. an orgasm on a plate!

He drove and held and pounded, he milked her orgasm, and reveled in her output. He felt her body weakness, and so he fulfilled his promise, and reached down to grab her stomach, as she would inevitably lose her grip. He laughed at her outburst, "Enough! Oh god ... god almighty ... you have to stop ... stop..."

That was the problem with the wheelbarrow… it was very intense, but too intense, it rendered multiples almost impossible. Even with her. Ricky prided himself on multiples, perhaps another time, when he could be the one going down on her, assuming there might even be a next time?

“No stop not yet.. He reached down and grabbed her wrist, peeling from the rail and pushed her hand against the slick, wet, dark wall. He had his elbow rooked around her waist, she was not going to fall, not before he.. .Once, twice, three more times and … all that milking of his cock from her climax made his easy, but equally intense. “Once maybe, but not twice.. I wanted to remember cumming inside of you.”

That was it, if there was another round, it would have to wait, hopefully not another several months, but who knew? He kissed her, several times, and even ran the expensive exfoliating sponge he kept in his “Four Seasons” modeled shower. “That was really fucking good… “ He said as they stepped out, and reached for the lush turking towels. “You can have my robe there if you want?”

He was starving, this beat the fuck out of the peloton, “I’m not sure what I have to eat, but I could probably whip us up an omelette, hungry?” He was towling off his thick hair, his body naked and still wet, and his eyes finally, fully devouring her. She was so sexy, she was almost a mirage. “Trust me, I’m not complaining, but who the fuck are you, Ms. Penny for your thoughts?”

 

[PennySaver]

It took a couple of minutes for Penny to fully come down from the Everest-height orgasm to which Ricky had sent her. She wrapped her arms around his waist as they stood there, flesh to flesh; her trembles would eventually cease and her breathing -- swelling her breasts at the moment -- would settle as well. She leaned her head forward, pressing her forehead into his muscular chest, and tried to remember the last time a man had caused her to cum: was is Francois in Marseilles last August; Juan Diego in Madrid the September after that; or perhaps Liam in Edinburgh this past Christmas. It was sad to realize that she was only experiencing great sex about six times a year.

When they finally stepped out of the shower, Ricky told Penny, “You can have my robe there if you want?”

"Thanks, lover," she said with a smile and a wink. She wrapped a large towel around her torso, concealing her normally happily displayed breasts.

“I’m not sure what I have to eat," Ricky said, "but I could probably whip us up an omelet, hungry?”

"Starving!" she responded. "I haven't eaten since breakfast." They exited the bathroom one after the other, but -- after picking up her scattered clothes -- Penny turned back. She told him, "Hey, I need to tinkle. I'll be right out."

She closed the door, then surreptitiously locked it. She pressed an ear to the door, listening; it sounded as though Ricky was heading across the lavish apartment for the kitchen. She turned and opened a drawer, retrieving his cell phone; Penny had lifted it from where he'd set it prior to beginning his exercise routine and -- with his eyes on her delicious curves and nips -- he'd failed to notice that it was missing.

Turning one of her modest heels upside down, she snapped loose a false cover and removed a small device. She stuck one end of it into the data transfer/charging port of Ricky's phone. Instantaneously and at speeds that would have impressed the greatest techie hackers, it began downloading information that had been collecting over the four months during which her worm had been mining information. Oh, it wasn't just gathering Ricky's phone calls and texts and such; the phone had been serving as a microphone during every minute of its powered-up operation, listening to any and every conversation taking place within the room in which the phone was located and sometimes even beyond those rooms' walls.

Penny did, in fact, squat and take a pee, and by the time she was done and had washed her hands, the download of Ricky's phone was complete. She stored the super-flash drive in her shoe once again, set the pair behind the door, opened it, and headed out, wearing his robe as offered.

She wandered the apartment a bit before joining Ricky in the kitchen. By now, the egg of the omelet was poured and -- looking at what he had to offer -- Penny made her selection of cheese, vegies, and spices. "Apple, if you have one. Small chunks ... skins left on...?"

She directed Ricky away from the hot stove and handed him a pair of boxers and a tee shirt she'd found on the end of his bed after leaving the bathroom. "Put these on ... before you splatter some grease on that incredible cock of yours and deprive me of more fun later on tonight."

She pressed up against him, stood on her tippy toes, and kissed him, while also grasping his dangling cock to give it a playful squeeze.

“Trust me, I’m not complaining," he said to her as she pushed her way into dumping the selected ingredients into the pan, "but who the fuck are you, Ms. Penny for your thoughts?”

She didn't immediately answer, but when she finally turned away from the stove to let him finish the meal, Penny asked, "Does it really matter?" She gave him a few seconds to contemplate the question, then continued, "I like you. You like me. We fuck wonderfully. What more is there to know?"

She smiled, pulled the lower front of the robe open to flash the neatly trimmed triangle of hair, and laughed. "I'll tell you what, lover. You tell me what you do at that place you work ... Greenhill or Greenburn or whatever you called it--" She knew very well that it was called Greenbaum, of course, but Penny didn't want Ricky to know she'd remembered the name precisely. After all, her reason for being with him centered on getting close to a major investor in the firm. She continued, "You'll have to use ... whadda they call'em, laymen's terms, because I don't know jack shit about banking or investing. Hell, I don't even have a checking account."

She surreptitiously pulled his phone out of his own robe and returned it to where she'd found it. She leaped over the back of the couch, giggling as she bounced, then looked over the top of it and continued, "You tell me about you ... and I'll tell you about me." Then, smirking devilishly, she added, "And after we eat and dress and go out for coffee at a neat little shop I found, we'll come back here and fuck some more."

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky couldn’t have felt better. What he had planned as a relatively boring, high intensity work out, had been nothing of the like. And as he watched Penny walk out dripping from the shower, not to mention how his cum was now inside her. ”Great, take your time, and let me prove I am more than just an able bodied cock?” He winked and headed off stark naked into the kitchen.

There was a time when Ricky ate as much junk food as anyone, but that was when he was a college athlete and needed 8,000 plus calories a day to sustain the muscle mass of an all American. Now, though the endurance he needed was far different. Ricky often worked 18 to 20 hour days. Getting promoted to VP in only five years was great in terms of money. He was 28, pullling down over a half a mil per year, with the potential to double that in a good year.

While the money was great, the promotion had meant something far more important, an office, with a couch, a fridge, and a closet where he could put spare shirts, sport coats and work out clothes. The fridge held a combination of protein drinks, and Red Bull, for when coffee couldn’t quite get the job done.

Like any young I Banker, his first two years sucked! He made more money than any of his friends with no ability to use it. Women were either 3 AM hook ups, or paid for relief under the firm’s private account. Greenbaum knew how critical is was to keep their Associates caffeinated and laid, and they delivered high quality options for both.

So, it wasn’t until year three when Ricky indulged in a serious girlfriend, but perhaps fortunately, Ricky had broken up with her, only a few weeks before his first session with Penny. Not that Penny was the girlfriend kind, but despite the reputation of young bankers, Ricky was basically loyal and faithful. So, he might not have been as receptive to their first encounter as he was. Although, as he looked into the fridge pulling out veggies and various cheeses, the girl in the robe, now squatting on his porcelain throne, would have been damned hard to resist!

”Apple, hmmm, never tried apple…wasn’t apple the forbidden fruit Eve offered Adam.. “. His smile and dimples were panty droppers. “Seems fitting… for the girl who seems to only show up to fuck!” His smile should make clear, that he found this a most refreshing attitude.

He took the t-shirt and boxers. The boxers were “2 Under” a catchy name for a line that seemed particularly comfortable, for the well endowed, despite their snug fit. The t-shirt was an Under Armor athletic fit, that hugged his muscular upper body like a second skin. “Thanks, my cock thinks very highly of you as well.”

He slipped on the clothes and turned to finish their makeshift lunch.
Asking her who she was, was as much conversation as anything, but her answer, made him laugh, nonetheless. "I like you. You like me. We fuck wonderfully. What more is there to know?" Scotty could only shake his head, “Hey, who is supposed to be they guy here, isn’t that my line?”

Her question raise a good point, wasn’t she the perfect girl, particularly for his work intensive life, all she wanted was to show up occasionally and mutually get their rocks off at a world class level, not a single string attached? Yet he had started it, so he felt compelled to answer. He gave the smart ass response, “Greenbaum if you please…” He was grinning and said it with an aristocratic flair to his voice, only to change it back, ‘We are an investment bank, which means we work our asses off, most of the time, to make rich guys even richer .. and… we get paid pretty well in the process? Layman enough for you, or would you like to know more?”

He flipped the omelettes onto the plate, and brought hers over only to put his on the coffee table and hand hers to her. He looked at her as she gave him the days agenda, “Sounds good to me, I love coffee and I love fucking you more, I’m in…” In truth he was just being playful but what wasn’t there to like?

However, rather than grabbing his own plate, with her hands occupied and her robe still open enough to flash the most appealing little patch, he dropped to his knees in front of her. “So… just to keep you interested, so you don’t disappear after coffee.. I want to show you that I am more than just a good fuck and a good cook… “. He leaned down and spread her legs, kissing sensuously up her inner thighs, only to use his fingers to spread her lips, and cum filled or not, he flicked his tongue up her inher walls, and teased her clit before giving it a long kiss, and an even longer suck. “Babe, there is lots more of where that came from, your man here loves going down on a beautiful woman… “

Now he truly was hungry, and sitting down next to her, gobbled down his eggs. “So, unless you have more questions for me... I think it is your turn…”. And then realizing she might think he wanted her to reciprocate his oral flirtation, he clarified, “I mean, so tell me something about you?”

 

[PennySaver]

Ricky's description of his company and what they did was basic, too basic for what she needed to know. But Penny had asked him to use layman terms, and she needed to keep him thinking that her interest in him was dangling at the meeting of his thighs and not one of his firm's most important clients.

He brought the food, but instead of sitting next to her or on the second couch opposite the coffee table before her, he dropped to his knees, partially opened her -- his -- robe and began kissing her thighs in an intimate, suggestive way. Penny didn't really have time for this right now -- she had a meeting in less than an hour -- but the feel of Ricky's lips and tongue on her thighs, then his fingers on her labia, and finally the combination of all three upon her sensitive clit was worth a bit of a delay.

She reached a hand down to caress his cheek, letting him know that this second intrusion on her private parts was as welcome as the first. But then, after a vacuuming suck on her clit that sent a chill up her spine, he was again standing to take a position next to him with his plate in his hand. Penny was disappointed that he hadn't finished the job but reminded her that she had places to be.

“Babe, there is lots more of where that came from," Ricky told her. "Your man here loves going down on a beautiful woman… “

She smiled her appreciation for the offer and promise. As she joined him in eating, she thought about the women he'd been fucking during their four months apart. They, like Ricky, had been under surveillance, too; not by Penny, of course, but by a local Private Dick who thought he'd been working on a matrimonial dispute case. He hadn't found anything for which Penny had needed to be concern, so she'd paid him off and come to town once again.

“So, unless you have more questions for me..." Ricky continued between bites, "I think it is your turn…”

Penny understood that he meant she should spill the beans, not go down on him. But she still smiled in delight at his clarifying, “I mean, so tell me something about you?”

She ate a moment more, then stood to trek to his fridge for a glass of milk. She held the container up for his viewing, in case he wanted a glass, too. Returning to him, she set the glasses down, then walked right past him toward the bathroom instead.

"I'm a courier," she began her lie. "I shuttle important documents and articles of value between America--" She didn't use the term the United States, which would have been more proper -- "and mostly but not exclusively European locations."

As she was talking, she dropped the robe to the floor, once again exposing her wondrously shaped, naked, and near perfect body to Ricky. The near perfect part spoke of the scars decorating her in various locations. Ricky had noticed one of them while he'd been wheelbarrowing Penny earlier in the shower. That one had been caused when Penny was stabbed with a short but effective three-inch knife -- effective because it had punctured her liver, causing her to nearly bleed out. The second one was on her belly in such a spot that she could dismiss it any one of many simple, non-invasive surgeries performed every minute somewhere in the world.

All three scars had been eventually attended to by her organization's best reconstructive surgeon. The ugliness of them had needed to be dealt with to whatever degree possible. After all, a sexy young female operative will have a much harder time keeping her male target -- or female target, as the case might be -- interested if she's sporting Frankenstein Monster scars, can she?

"I'm not really supposed to tell anyone what I'm delivering," she continued as her petite, tight body became less and less naked with each article of clothing. She looked to Ricky, smiled, and winked. "But you're not just anyone: you're the best fuck I've had in more than a year, so..." Penny smiled even wider, laughing at her crude description of their relationship.

She headed back his way again, plopped down on the coffee table directly before him, lifted her plate and continued to eat as she went on. "Four months ago, I was delivering a flawless, 7 carat, Imperial cut diamond from the seller in Amsterdam to the buyer in New York City." More bites of the omelet: "Yesterday, I delivered contracts to a law firm regarding a multibillion dollar mining operation in South Africa ... papers that couldn't be faxed or FedEx'd for security reasons."

She shrugged, ate another big chunk of cheese drenched egg, and said, "It's nothing that going to get me rich ... not like your job ... but I make a comfortable living and I see the world. The pages of my passport look like a kindergarten class had at it with a box of crayons for an hour."

She smiled again. Setting her plate aside, Penny dropped to her knees between those of Ricky. She reached to his groin and cupped his balls, massaging them gently "And ... sometimes ... I meet a guy with a nice cock who actually knows how to use the thing." She continued pleasuring him until his cock was so hard and enlarged that it's bulbous head was stretching his briefs fabric near to the ripping point. Then, just as suddenly as she'd started the hand job, she ended it by standing and heading for the bathroom again.

"It's too bad we don't have time to finish this now, though," she said mockingly. She retrieved her heels and stepped into them as she stared at him, yet again smiling. "We have that coffee to go get, remember?" She flashed her own cell phone at Ricky, saying, "I have to make a call that you can't listen in on ... or I'd have to kill you, as the saying goes."

She laughed as she headed for the apartment door. "Meet me in the lobby, and make it quick. I have to be there in--" She checked the time on her phone. "--twenty-two minutes ... with or without you."

And with that, Penny simply headed out the door. She didn't actually have a call to make; she needed to get out of Ricky's apartment before she stripped down again and mounted that delicious cock for another go around. She waited in the lobby as she'd said, and after he arrived she took his elbow and led him to her car, parked across the street. It was a shockingly bright yellow, 2024 Jaguar F-Type convertible -- the model wasn't even on the market yet, and still, Penny had managed to get one on lease at the reasonable price of zero down, zero a month.

"Like?" she asked as Ricky realized to which vehicle they were heading. "Friend of mine has connections. It's just a loaner, of course. I have no use for a car in--" She caught herself this time, saying, "--the US." She fired it up, looked to Ricky with a flirty up-and-down survey of his body, and said, "Buckle up." Again cupping his manly parts, she added, "I wouldn't want anything to get damaged."

She peeked over her shoulder and with a roar of the engine, shot the car out into the driving lane and down the street. Her timing was perfect, catching four lights green such that they'd covered the half mile to their one and only turn in no time at all. Behind her, she'd left a couple of dozen drivers angrily cursing at her for zigzagging across the three lanes like some character in a video game avoided hungry creatures. She jerked the car to the right and braked it to a hard stop in the valet parking area of one of the city's nicer hotels.

"We're here," she said casually, pulling the keys and tossing them through the air to the approaching valet. She pressed a button to open a small compartment and withdrew a small purse. As the valet offered Penny a hand to exit the luxury vehicle, she said to him loud enough for Ricky to hear, "Please keep my ride close. My friend and I are going upstairs to fuck, but I'm uncertain of his stamina ... so, we might be back down in just a couple of minutes."

She gave the valet a $50 bill, looked to Ricky, and winked. Rounding the car, she took his elbow and turned him toward the hotel's lobby entrance, this time saying for the valet's benefit, "C'm'on, lover. Let's go. I know you'll do your best."

Penny couldn't help but giggle quietly to herself as she elbowed Ricky softly. The doorman opened the entrance for them, and they continued into and entirely through the hotel's lobby; they passed between the two facing rows of small luxury shops; and down the back hall they exited the less commonly used rear entrance until they were on the sidewalk once again.

"There it is," Penny said, pointing across the street. They navigated the people on the sidewalk and the cars on the street until they were taking seats at a small coffee shop. "Best coffee in town," she said as one of the baristas was stepping up to take their order. They gave it, and Penny looked to Ricky for a moment, a pleased expression filling her face. "So, tell me more about your job. You said you make rich men richer, right? Tell me about one of your biggest clients. I mean, who's filthy rich but feels they need to be even more filthier rich." She laughed and, without concern for what other customer might be hearing her, playfully finished, "I mean, maybe I should be fucking him instead of you, right?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky sensed her disappointment as he moved up from between her legs. He wasn’t lying, he did love going down on a beautiful woman, and he would have gladly spent as much time between Penny’s thighs as her pussy could handle. His jaw was strong, and there was nothing better than taking a woman to one plateau, only to stay and far surpass it on the next round.

However, they had just cum hard, and the purpose was to leave a calling card. Penny said they would be back, but Ricky wanted to created additional incentives for return visits, as he was incredibly attracted to the package she was offering! Of course Ricky was under the ego driven assumption, which for the vast, vast majority of his of his life was correct, that she was after his body, not his access to a certain client, or two.

Ricky had no problem attracting women, young, handsome and successful, he carried himself with a self assurance that couldn’t be faked, only earned. But most women were fawning or vacuous, or uptight, or .. or.. or.. while Penny seemed to be almost defiantly independent, a factor he found most alluring, particularly when paired with a 10+ body and face.

So Ricky was unattached, not by choice per se, but rather lack of a reason not to be. Penny had found him readily available twice now, and better yet, had established a certain standard, that if he was attached the next time, he would most likely make an exception to his typical faithfulness, for any chance to dive inside this luck Penny.

Ricky found himself intrigued with her job, “It sounds fun, and we’re young, why the hell not see the world, I assume there are perks?” He laughed at the kindergarten joke.

Ricky thought some more, “Do you ever get a head’s up with any time to spare, maybe if you are going someplace really exotic, I could take my stored vacation and actually use it. “So as part of his package, Ricky had started with four weeks vacation, the promotions to VP, got him two more, so in his five years at Greenbaum he had earned nearly a half year’s vacation and taken exactly 9 days. “Let me know, I’m serious! I want to fucking go someplace, in theory I’ve got time and money!”

As he talked Penny had moved to her knees between his legs, a sort of quid pro quo of what he had done to her, except using her hand instead of her mouth, but with equal effectiveness. “Mmmm, babe….” He moaned and adjusted himself to relieve the pressure of his endowed prick against the cupping of his briefs. “And sometimes a man meets a woman who actually likes to and knows how to fuck… you’re more than welcome to drop by here any time. Even if you don’t call ahead, pretty good chance I’d kick the alternatI’ve to the curb.” He wasn’t really like that, but again Penny was worth making exceptions.

As she stood up, he laughed as she stood up, “Okay, turnabout is fair, but I at least promised more later?” When she said she had to take a private call, she was headed to the bathroom. “You can do it there, or you can use my office, I had it sound proofed, FINRA rules and all.” Of course she had no clue, although he was wrong, she was quite knowledgable of securities laws, and how to break them. He was also wrong about it being sound proofed, while you couldn’t hear outside in the hall, the bugs Penny’s people had installed allowed them to hear every word.

Ricky was shocked when he saw the car, “A reasonable living? This car is absolutely TITS!” He looked at her, embarrassed at using the slang expression broadly used amongst the younger, all male, bankers, “Sorry, but that is a compliment, and there is nothing sexier than a great set of tits, as you obviously already are well aware.” There was no denying the physical attraction between the two, except for Ricky that was where the attraction had ended, prior to the car.

Ricky had a nice car himself, a Porsche 911 cherry red turbo, he had purchased with part of his last bonus. It was a stupid purchase, he lived in the city and never drove it. However, when you worked as many hours as he did, you had to buy toys to make it feel like it was worth it. The car was out at his parents in the suburbs, with a cloth covering it, but at least he owned it, every fucking depreciating ounce of it.

As they started she once again gripped his cock, “You ever fucked in or on this car? I know I place with a view if you’d like to?” He was disappointed when she moved her hand, but there was another stick shift she needed to manage. She drove like a NASCAR driver, and Ricky started to actually fall for her. She had no fucking fear, and if he hadn’t had the chance to so intimately know her vaginal he would have imagined she carried a set of brass balls down there.
They stopped and heard the exchange with the clearly horny valet, and when she dropped him a $50 and took his arm, he simply leaned in and whispered, “You are fucking outrageous!”

Ricky was an adrenaline junkie too, so he was all for it, but when the kid looked at him he gave him a glare, “She was fucking kidding and I’m a fucking stallion.. do you think she would settle for less?” They walked through the hotel like they owned it, only to reemerge back out into the street again. “Shortcut?”
They were seated and her saying it was the best coffee in town, held a certain gravitas given her taste in cars and seemingly men. Ricky ordered a double espresso, more because he thought the caffeine might come in handy if this turned into the sexual marathon he hoped. He pondered her question.

“You know, or at least you should know, I can give you the exact specifics. But I have a couple, let’s call the first guy Billy … “. It wasn’t a total exaggeration as he was referring to William Jefferson. He was a billionare who had made a killing with a software company backed by Kleiner Perkins.

He made $800 million on his exit, and then turned his brains to trying his hand at creating his own hedge fund. Except he didn’t exactly hedge, he more manipulated the markets in ways that were quite questionable if not downright illegal. William was 50, and he used Ricky for his big trades because he liked him.

Ricky had rightly a reputation as an excellent golfer. Truth be told, he was almost tour quality, fringe admittedly, but he could have made a living out there. There had been a grudge match between William and a “friend” who also had a ringer with him. They played a two man scotch game, a betting golf game where any given whole at the stakes they were playing could be worth $40k, press the bet up two or three times and they were playing for $320k per hole. That amount meant nothing to those guys, and Ricky thrived on that type of setting. The actual money won was irrelevent in comparison to the pride William had in winning. From that moment on, Ricky and only Ricky.

”Do you know what short selling is?” Ricky explained how you could sell a stock you didn’t own, assuming it would go down, then buy it later, after it had, and cover your position. It is an incredibly risky strategy, unless, somehow, you knew, which was technically illegal to know, that the stock would go down. Rick gave the basics, did not elaborate on how his client had insider knowledge or the ability to manipulate the target companies performance, but he explained the gist.

“So that is Billy. There is also Irv…”. And Ricky went on to describe a different client, who used another high risk, options based approach, also likely predicated on illegal insider knowledge. Ricky never asked questions, he didn’t want to know, but what he did know, was what these clients were trading, as he was the one who executed the trades. After he was done he looked at Penny, “I know it sounds complicated, but these guys are shark, I am just the guy that throws chum into the water… “

 

[PennySaver]

Before they left the apartment, Ricky asked Penny whether or not she ever had the chance to pre-plan some time off on one of her vacations. With any other mark, she would have said no, that she got her assignments only 24 hours in advance; or -- if the mark was someone she would be soon blowing off, or even blowing away -- she would say yes, and then simply never see him again.

But her current assignment might require Penny to spend time not only here in the US but in Paris and Madrid, too; her true mark -- Ricky was really only an asset -- actually spent more time in France and Spain than the States. It might be nice to have some familiar cover when she traveled back to Europe, rather than having to recruit another asset there. A known cock is better than an unknown one, she thought as she told Ricky, "Yeah, sure. I usually know with at least four or five days notice. That might not be enough for you to get the time off, but we can try, right?"

When they sat for their coffee and Ricky brought up William Jefferson, Penny was a bit disappointed. She couldn't ask for his clients by name, obviously; that would raise a red flag that could blow the op'. She acted interested in the information, though, asking additional questions about shorting stocks as if she'd never heard of it before.

Then, to Penny's delight, Ricky continued, "There is also Irv…"

She tried not to react noticeably, even though -- inside -- she could feel her heartbeat speed up a bit with excitement. Irving Jacobsen was Penny's mark. Actually, he was more than just a mark: that made it sound as if she was just trying to con him out of a satchel full of cash in some Sting- or Leverage-like scam. No, Irving Jacobsen was going to lose far more than just a little money if Penny was successful in this operation. Irv, as Ricky called the man, was going to lose his life.

And if Penny came out of it with a satchel or suitcase or car trunk full of cash, that was just icing on the cake. She smiled up at the barista as she delivered their chosen coffees, and when they were alone again, she asked Ricky, "This Irv guy ... do you socialize with him, too ... like you golf with the first guy ... what was his name, Bill?" She sipped at her steaming drink, continuing, "Despite my job ... despite some of the very valuable things I carry ... I've never really spent time with a rich-as-fuck person before. I just wonder what they're like normal people."

She thought she saw a questioning expression on her lover's face and laughed. "Don't worry! I'm not trying to replace you in bed. I'm perfectly happy with what you do to me ... though, honestly, I'd like you to do more of it to me when we get home tonight."

Penny watched for Ricky's reaction to her use of the word home rather than your apartment. She wondered whether or not he'd even caught it, and if he had, would he wonder whether or not he'd take it as her insinuation that she wanted to spend much more time there with him in the near future. She did, of course, but only because she needed him to get to Irving...

...or, was that really all it was. Penny didn't for a moment think that she was developing feelings for Ricky: he was just an asset. But, that was her thinking now. She couldn't know what might happen in the near future.

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky had thrown it out more as a whim than an actual thought, but when Penny was receptive, he thought, “why not?” What could really be more fun than traveling to some exotic place, and given that Ricky grew up as a midwest kid, anyplace outside the USA was exotic, particularly when he would have Penny with him and they could find different places to enjoy their sexual attraction and insatiable libidos.

Even as they sat here drinking coffees, when Ricky wasn’t thinking about how badly he wanted to fuck her, he found Penny referencing the same. Was it truly possible he had found a woman as constantly aroused as he was? The espresso was excellent and he sipped his as they talked.

He laughed at Penny’s question regarding Irv, “Really, most people would want to know about Billy, but Irv, how would I explain him?” The truth was Irv wasn’t that old, 38, and the biggest nerd Ricky thought he had ever met in his life. While Billy had loved Ricky’s stone cold killer capability as a golfer and gambler, Irv was more enamored, hell Ricky was pretty sure Irv had a crush on Ricky, and was simply thrilled to hang out with one of the “cool kids”.

Ricky had to be careful not to use real names, that was a huge SEC/FINRA violation and if found out, would certainly get his ass fired, with the potential for huge fines on top of it. “You’d never know Irv was rich, even though he is filthy with it. He is from and old world family, his mother still lives with him, and I am not being racist or meaning to stereotype, but he is the cheapest bastard I’ve ever met. Except, when I take him out, he fucking loves titty bars and going to clubs, but he never touches. He loves to see the women flock around me, and I try to set him up, hell for the money alone, there are a lot of girls who wouldn’t care if he had a two inch cock as long as they could lead that lifestyle.”

Ricky stopped, “You‘re not one of those girls are you Penny, I mean you can get successful, handsome and well hung!” Ricky gave her a wink, he certainly wasn’t Irving Jacobson, but he wasn’t bad, and beat the shit out of Irving on the other two counts. “Would you like to meet him?” Ricky thought they could have some fun with it. “It would have to be a club or a titty bar, that is where Irv always wants me to take him. He loves it when girls get handsy with me the more they come on to me, the more he gets off. If you want to see a super rich guy in action, here’s your chance? I think you will be very disappointed.”

Ricky had caught the use of the word home, and unlike the other 99.9% of women where that would have been the moment to say, “Check please, and exit stage right, it stirred no such flight reflex here. In fact he kind of liked the idea that she might hang around for a bit. “I’m looking forward to getting home too… are you going to stay in town for a bit, you are welcome to crash, and by that I mean try out every piece of furniture in my house for optimal fucking?”

He was about ready to go, unless she had other questions, he had more than enough time to enjoy the coffe, and now was far more interEstes in the scone between her thighs. “Oh, Irv is pretty much a voyeur, so If you want to meer him, you’re going to want to wear the sexiest thing you own and remember, the more he thinks we are connecting, the more interested he will be…”

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: There is a link to YouTube below. It is just a normal everyday music video -- nothing erotic -- but if you are not in a place where you can have loud music, you can skip it for now. After you click the link, come back here and read while the music plays; when the song ends, close that tab because YouTube will take you to some unrelated video that is not part of this post.)

When Penny spoke of which of Ricky's client's interested her the most, he responded, “Really, most people would want to know about Billy, but Irv, how would I explain him?”

Penny hoped she hadn't made a mistake by showing too much interest in Irving. But Ricky went on to describe Mister Jacobsen without showing suspicion, which was a relief. A lot of what he said about the man Penny already knew: his age, which actually fluctuated depending upon which false legend -- fake ID -- he may have been using at the time; his old world family background, which was just as fake as all of those driver's licenses, passports, and credit cards he had squirreled away in various safe locations; his thriftiness when it came to things like picking up his share of a check or even venturing to places where spending money might become necessary in the first place; his love for what Ricky had called titty bars; and last but not least, his suspected but as-of-yet unconfirmed homosexual tendencies, something it seemed Irving had been very careful to keep under wraps, presuming it was true at all.

"He loves to see the women flock around me," Ricky continued regarding Penny's target.

As her new lover continued, Penny's brain began working overdrive on a plan to get close to Irving.

Then he asked, “You‘re not one of those girls are you Penny, I mean you can get successful, handsome and well hung!”

"Yes, I did that recently ... got successful, handsome, and well hung," she responded. An eyebrow raised playfully; she meant him, of course.

“Would you like to meet him?” Ricky asked. He suggested perhaps a titty bar, describing how Irv liked to watch Ricky and the girls. "If you want to see a super-rich guy in action, here’s your chance? I think you will be very disappointed.”

"No, I dont think I will she said," before raising her cup to sip at the coffee again. "I have no preconceptions about these kinds of people ... especially men." That wasn't meant to be an indictment of the male species, of course. "I just like to see them -- as you said -- in action. Most of my clients -- at least the ones buying, not so much so the ones selling -- are fairly well-to-do ... and it's fun to observe them sometimes."

Ricky talked about getting home and fucking on every available horizontal surface. Penny smiled: "You're one horny bastard, aren't you? I hope Irv isn't. I don't know if I could handle two of you at one time."

That wasn't true, of course; Penny had had more than her share of multi-lover encounters during her life. Most of them had been related to her work, of course; she really preferred one-to-one relationships, whether they were quickie afternoon delights, one night stand sleepovers, or lasting affairs.

Regarding her statement, Ricky reminded her, “Oh, Irv is pretty much a voyeur, so if you want to meet him, you’re going to want to wear the sexiest thing you own--"

"Oh, I would hate that," she said with humor in her voice. "Dressing to be gawked at...? How humiliating."

She was smiling wide as Ricky continued, "--and remember, the more he thinks we are connecting, the more interested he will be…”

"Then I'll do my best to keep him interested," Penny promised. She stood, moved around the small table, leaned down, and met Ricky's mouth with her own in a deeply passionate kiss that got the attention of many of the cafe's others patrons. When she pulled her lips away, she whispered, "I'm going to make this a night neither of you will forget."

Standing tall, Penny turned her phone's face to her gaze, then said simply, "I have to go." She saw the disappointment in Ricky's face, smiled, and said, "Sorry, lover. I forgot I had to be somewhere." Remembering how they'd gotten there and that she had invited him to coffee, not the other way around, Penny opened her purse, withdrew three $20 bills, leaned down to kiss Ricky again -- erotically, but much shorter in length -- then stuffed the three bills between his belt and shirt tails. She smiled again and insinuated, "For the great fuck we had. Oh, and for the coffee and the Uber you're going to have to call. Sorry."

And just like that, she was gone.

................​

The two of them traded text messages over the next three weeks as he worked on getting Irving to join him at one of their favorite strip clubs. Penny had told him she would meet them there -- and did so in dramatic fashion. They'd been seated at one of the VIP tables -- money gets you that, of course -- and were being tended to one of the bosomy, topless waitresses who made a point of flirting with both of the obviously well-to-do men when the MC began his announcement for the next dancer.

"And up next, making her debut on our stage, please welcome for your visual stimulation ... Penny for your thoughts!"

A moment later, as the music exploded from speakers around the club, Penny slipped out from behind the wall of colorful beads separating the private dressing rooms from the stage. She wore a sexy Catholic School girl costume, complete with a white, button up blouse cropped to above her belly button; a pushup bra that managed to make her B-cup titties look more like C-cup orbs of delight; a skinny plaid tie that laid perfectly down the middle of her delicious bosom; a tiny, matching plaid skirt that rode very low on her hips and extended barely past her crotch; a tiny white thong that revealed the bareness of her firm buttocks when she spun this way and that; fishnet stocking that reached almost but not entirely to the lower hem of her skirt; and black, buckle shoes that might have been school issue if they hadn't also had five inch heels.

She danced casually to the song, not enough to break a sweat but certainly enough to flash her wares to the men sitting at small tables flanking the long stage. And, as expected, she shed an article of clothing periodically, usually just before she neared the edge of the stage enough to allow a gawking male or two to slip a ten, twenty, or -- hoping for a more personal show later -- a fifty or even hundred into the top of her stockings.

By the time she reached the table at which sat Ricky and Irving Jacobsen, Penny was wearing only the tight fitting bra, her thong, and her stockings, the latter of which now were sporting so many greenbacks that they looked like lacy tops to a Leprechaun dancer's nylons. Her attention now was entirely on Ricky and Irv as she descended the steps at the end of the stage. Dancers weren't normally allowed to come down to the floor during a performance, but Penny had paid the MC extra for this privilege.

She continued her erotic dance, turning this way and that to show her frontside, her backside, her profile; she wiggled before each of the men as a second song began after the first without missing a beat. Eventually, though, feeding off what he'd told her about Irving, Penny turned her full attention to Ricky; her body writhed before him as she unlatched her bra, let it fall away, then wrapped it around his neck. Her eyes were set on his own, but even through just her peripheral vision, she could see that Irving was smiling widely and moving to the music in his chair.

Her second song was about to end as she leaned closer to Ricky and asked, "How about a dance in one of our private rooms?" She glanced to Irving, smiled and winked, then told him, "You can watch if you'd like. I like an audience, obviously."

She took Ricky by the hand and -- unless he chose a different direction -- intended to lead him to the room she'd rented for just this occasion. There, she would give him a lap dance that would certainly result in him reaching his happy ending...

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky had left some things out, how Irving would touch him in ways no straight guy should touch another. How Ricky had fucked some very very high end pussy in front of Irving only to watch the man’s eyes transfixed on his cock. Who knew? He clearly liked to watch him enjoy women, fuck them, eat them, and have them suck his substantial prick!

Ricky actually enjoyed it, maybe it was the athlete in him, but while Irving might be a voyeur, Ricky was a bit of an exhibitionist. Fucking gorgeous women and making each other cum in front of one of his two largest clients, only seemed to earn him bigger deals, a true win-win!

Penny got up suddenly. Ricky was pissed, “You’re going? What the fuck?” So much for the promises of the great fuck to come when they got “home”, and so much for that too. He was about to pick up the cash and throw it back at her, but the kiss kept him a bit at bay.

It wasn’t just that, but he did need to get home, and what the fuck, if she was going to bail and he was left, well not blue as he had just fucked her, a mind blowingly great fuck earlier today. But he certainly wanted more, holes left to be explored and reexplored, again and again.

Leaving the coffee shop, the good will the morning visit had created, hat largely vanished. Ricky was not used to being the one left behind and wanting. It was probably just desserts, but nonetheless bitter. Of course Penny had her ways, sending him sexy notes and promises for great make-up sex. She was clearly capable of delivering.

The more Ricky thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he decided, why not? They weren’t dating, and she had no claims on him, why should he have it on her? Plus there were the things she sent, NSFW didn’t begin to describe it, and given his work schedule, they were greatly appreciated.

He agreed on the plan for meeting Irv, if only to get her back for a badly needed fuck! Diamonds was a high end joint, but he thought she would join them at the table, not on stage. His eyes popped, and the song had just the right combination of energy and raunch as did the school girl outfit. Ricky checked Irving’s eyes, how he looked at the skirt, and suddenly wondered if pedophile might also be on his client’s questionable desires. Count him out!

Penny’s performance was good, great even, of course he knew what else that sexy body could do! She extended a hand, and Ricky held out his hand to Irving, who slipped 20 Benjamin’s in his hand. He slipped it down inside her panties, and leaned in, “This better buy my cocky in one of those little advertisements you just put on stage?…” He didn’t pull away, “Not just here.. but back HOME, remember there?”

 

[PennySaver]

Penny led Ricky through the club to the private performance rooms. She tapped in the door code to the room and pulled Ricky inside, smiling to Irving who had followed just a few steps behind. Once they were all three inside, she closed the door: the music of the club beyond was almost entirely blocked by the room's music studio quality sound insulation.

The room was almost perfectly circular, 10 feet in diameter; the only normal flat wall was the small section that included the door. A single couch wrapped around the room -- except for the section of door/wall, of course -- and standing in the middle of the room was a stripper's pole.

Penny gestured Ricky to the couch opposite the door; she would leave the second man's choice of where to sit to him, allowing Irving to decide how close he would sit to Ricky and -- once she had moved to where the latter sat -- Penny herself. She turned away and pressed a button on the stereo mounted near the door, causing Britney Spear's Til The World Endsto fill the room with its rhythmic beat.

She began yet another erotic, writhing dance, this time more frantically paced to match the beat and, of course, using the pole as a main feature of her moves. Her performance could only be called professional: a couple of years back, Penny had spent seven months undercover as an exotic dancer.

She spent most of the nearly 4-minute-long song twisting, turning, grinding, elevating, flipping, and -- in particular -- flashing her still-bared tits at Ricky. As she did, she would occasionally grasp one or more of the bills stuffed into her thong or nylon's elastic band and toss them this way or that, as if she didn't care to have them in the first place. To enforce that point, near the end of the song she held a $100 dollar bill out before her and ripped it down its length before letting the halves flutter to the floor.

Then, moving away from the bar and up close to Ricky, Penny grasped his hands, brought them to her hips, and slid his fingers under her thong's waist bands, the indication being that he was to remove it. This particular club wasn't a full nudity establishment, and what she was offering her client was not only against club rules but against local ordinances as well. But she'd paid the Manager an extra fee to ensure total privacy and no interruptions until she herself indicated that she was done with the room.

Now in nothing but her fishnets and high heels, Penny slipped up into Ricky's lap and began her next, very intimate performance just as a second song from Britney began, If you Seek Amy. Able to ignore the State and City rules that were very un-erotically termed as sexual hygiene laws, Penny pressed her bared pussy directly against the bulge in Ricky's groin and writhed to the music. As she did, she unbuttoned and opened his shirt until his fit chest was on display. She ran her hands over it hungrily, often leaning down as if to kiss him on the mouth but then lifting her head again without making contact.

Finally, when she could see that he was on the verge of exploding in his pants, Penny told Ricky in a volume loud enough for Irving to clearly hear, "I want to see you cum. Can I pull your cock out?"

If he said yes, Penny would unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip Ricky so that she could see him spurt all over his now bared belly.

 

[Homerun2611]

Ricky had been in these types of rooms before, always with clients, he didn’t really get off on strippers himself. They were generally very good actresses, ready to play any part, usually within very specific limits, although sometimes those limits were let’s just say negotiable. Ricky was there for the clients, letting them enjoy women that typically weren’t on their radar screens, except at a price.

But Irving Jacobson took this appeal to and entirely new level, and so, knowing Penny was curious and Irving would welcome seeing Ricky with a woman like her, and Ricky’s desire to see her again, it was the perfect storm. The curveball was Penny, not walking in as a customer, and running into Ricky, as if by luck, but instead showing up on stage, where Ricky got to see her hidden talents. Of course those talents were limited to dancing, as he had seen most of the rest and was anxious for a repeat.

Now here in the private room Ricky was once again craving the Penny he had fucked in his apartment, the bruise to his ego of having been stranded, all but forgotten by the eroticism of her reappearance. Irving took a spot almost directly opposite from him, a safe distance, but as Penny began her first song, and started to dance, focusing more and more on Ricky, he moved around to not quite 90 degrees, so he could see more. He had inched a long, but by the end of the song, Penny could make eye contact with either of them, with a simple turn of her head.

What Ricky knew as she danced and writhe, not only had she done this before, but she was really fucking good. His attraction to Penny only grew, who was this girl? Was she even really, or just some embodiment of all of his fantasies?

When she came over as the second song began, and slid his fingers into the waistband of her g-string, he needed no instruction to curl his fingers and lean in to slowly lower them down her hips. He whispered so only she could hear, “Last time I didn’t have to pay, but .. I’m good with this.” As he lowered them his mouth and lips hovered near her mound, he wondered if she remembered their breakfast, and his offer to return and stay down on her as long as she wanted. Would that be part of her act? Or perhaps an encore back at his place?

She straddled him, dry humping him as the slickness of her pussy, smeared a snail like line on his expensive trousers. Again, no problem, he might not even send them to the dry cleaners for a while, instead enjoying the souvenir if she again, abruptly left him alone. He stared into her eyes as she undid his shirt, teasing him with the potential of kisses, never fully offered. He licked his lips staring, he still remembered exactly how she tasted, both above and below the line.

He hadn’t even noticed as Irving moved closer, now little more than an arm’s length away as she asked, "I want to see you cum. Can I pull your cock out?" He looked at his client who didn’t say a word, but instinctively was nodding his head yes. “What kind of gentlemen would say no? My cock is all yours SEXY”

Ricky didn’t let on he knew her, or suggest how well acquainted she was with his prick. He also didn’t care what Irving’s motives or desires were, he would enjoy performing, now matter how Penny wanted him to pop! Rick was raging hard, a stallion ready to stud, as he felt her fingers at his belt. He moaned and arched his back slightly, and was convinced he heard Irving echo his moan.

It was all in Penny’s hands, let the show play on!

 

[PennySaver]

Penny knew Rick was close to climax: she worked quickly to loose his remaining clothes. His cock was, indeed, raging hard, as Penny slid back on Rick's thighs, opened his slacks, and pulled his underwear's waist band down, the solid, impressive log of man-meat popped out, standing a couple of inches about Rick's belly.

Still very much ignoring the rules that restricted the establishment's regular workers, Penny grasped her lover's shaft and stroked most of its length hard and fast. Rick was already a primed pump: it only took seconds to cause him to explode.

A long, thick stream of cum shot upwards in an arc, landing on his chest just short of his clavicle. Another impressive string of his seed followed with nearly as much volume, height, and distance, followed by another, another, and another until there was a length of cum almost unsevered from his collar bone to his still twitching cock.

Despite the show out on the stage and then in here, and the level of anxious excitement it had to have caused within him, Penny was actually surprised at how much of the gooey sex stuff Rick had been able to eject. Looking at the mess, she couldn't help but think about how he would fill her mouth the first time she finished that at which she'd teased him with that one morning not so long ago.

The entire time the three of them had been in the private room, Penny's eyes had only ever been on Rick. Now, however, as he enjoyed the fruits of her labors and obvious skills, she looked directly at Irving. He was absolutely entranced by what had just happened, his gaze moving up and down Rick's torso, watching as gravity sometimes pulled the sticky stuff down into the valleys between the man's muscles.

Penny had continued to pump Rick's cock, creating a round pool of cum between his shaft and the circle of her thumb and index finger. She lifted her hand between her and Rick's client, asking, "Care for a taste?"

She didn't know what would result from her suggestion; she didn't know Irving well enough to know if he would physically partake in any fashion. But she could see a hunger in the man that needed fulfillment.