"The Making of a Whore"

[Tony2015]

"The Making of a Whore"

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Marcus Lee dropped into the corner booth. For the past three weeks, he could be found here every Tuesday and Thursday from 10am to noon. It was far more time than was necessary to eat a late morning café breakfast or read the paper sitting to his left or both. But then, he wasn't here for pancakes and eggs or headline news and sports. He was here for her.

Discovering the sexy young waitress had been a total fluke. That day almost a month ago he'd run out of the gourmet coffee and stopped at this café, the town's only morning restaurant. Restaurant was a bit of a stretch, actually. This was a true, small town, greasy spoon. But it was the only place short of the 7-11 to get a cup of coffee before the pizza parlor opened for the lunch crowd at 11am.

As soon as he walked in and saw her, though, Marcus instantly became a regular. Over the following six visits, Marcus had gradually gotten a bit more friendly with the young thing. He'd simply been friendly that first morning. The next he'd introduced himself and chatted ever so briefly. After that had come asking her about whether or not she was a local and/or a student at the local college. Somewhere along the way he'd lied to her about his profession, claiming to be a freelance photographer. They'd chatted more on the next visits, and Marcus had finally flirted with her a bit. It hadn't been enough to make him look like a dirty old man, but enough to ensure she knew he was attracted to her.

Marcus had been prepared to invest another week or two. He had been looking for the hook that would ensure she considered his offer. Then, this morning, after she'd brought him his carafe of dark brewed coffee and returned to the kitchen to hand over his usual breakfast order, Marcus overheard her talking to the other waitress about how she didn't think she could pay this month's bills. The hook.

When she returned with his platter, Marcus took his shot. With a soft voice -- to indicate to her that he knew he was pushing the boundaries of waitress-customer protocol -- he said, "Listen, I ... I know this is going to sound..." He chuckled, looking past her for eavesdroppers. Quieter, he said, "Creepy." He cleared his throat and continued, "I told you what I did for a living, photography. I have a studio reserved for Saturday afternoon, but my model flaked on me. I have to have a hundred shots for the magazine of, and I quote, A pretty young thing' in a selection of new spring blouses."

He tossed his hands up in a mock surrender gesture and quickly clarified, "It's nothing sexy! Nothing erotic or anything like that. Just blouses. I don't suppose...?"

He let the question hang again, then just before she could tell him yes or no he added, "It'll take about three hours .... and it pays $100 an hour."

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya Parker
Age 21
College Student - Junior

Maya had started at the cafe last summer. The promise of her staying the summer to work had gotten her the job. As most others were heading back home for the summer. For her there was no home, as her parents had passed away her freshman year. Even with the summer work money was tight.

She enjoyed the cafe, some of the regulars had become her friends. Well work friends at least. She had few friends outside of work, a couple at college, yet between work, study and her lack of money, she did not go out very often. Maya had a few boyfriends at college and had dated several guys. Yet had put off dating for a while, as she had grown tired of college boys constant desire for sex.

She smiled when she saw Marcus arrive, she had even asked a customer who sat down at his table to move, so that his table was available when he arrived for his Tuesday or Thursday breakfast. Maybe she did have a little crush on him.

As breakfast went she waited on his table, and the two made some small talk. Then he surprised her a bit and she was unsure how to take it. Was this simply a pickup line or was he sincere. She thought for a moment realizing he had always been sincere in the past.

"Are you serious?" Maya asked trying to hide any excitement. "I ... I don't know if I am the model type." She said, taking his plate and leaving the table so that she could think of the offer. The 100 for a few hours was more than she made a week waiting tables.

Maya returned to the table. "Marcus ... were you serious .... about the photo shoot and what it pays?" Mayas asked naively.

 

[Tony2015]

"Maya, I never kid about money," he answered, even as he was pulling out a wad of cash held in a gold and onyx money clip. He'd always tipped the waitress well -- typically 50% of his meal's cost -- and today was no different as he set a twenty dollar bill out for a $13 breakfast and said, "Keep it."

He rose from the booth in a way that put him very close to her, and as he looked down into her sparkling eyes, he said, "Think about it. Today's Thursday ... the studio is booked for Saturday. You don't have to decide now."

He held a business card out to her, telling her to call him, then turned as if to depart. He hesitated, though, looked past her to see if anyone was within hearing range, then said quieter, "Listen. I'm meeting a business associate for dinner and drinks tonight ... Harold's, the restaurant just off the lobby of the Royal Arms." The six floor hotel was located nine miles north in Baker, what counted as the only real city for 150 miles. "If you don't have anything to do, why don't you stop by ... say, about 9pm. I have a table reserved, and I should be done with my meeting by then. We can talk more about the shoot then."

He reached out and gingerly touched her upper arm, told her to have a nice day, then headed off. He reached the door before he turned back, wanting to know whether her gaze was following him. She was a beautiful young woman, and Marcus was certain men -- younger than he, most likely -- hit on her all the time. But how many invited her to drinks in a swanky hotel, followed by a photoshoot. That had to be a new one for Maya. With any luck, it would be something she couldn't pass up.

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya smiled as Marcus handed her the twenty. He was fast becoming one of her best customers. He had always been kind to her and she appreciated that. The offer had stunned her as she had never saw herself as the modeling type.

She listened to his next proposal to meet him for drinks. Again she was stunned and speechless. Marcus was obviously older than Maya. Well much older than Maya, yet she had no idea how much. Nor could she ever ask him. "Drinks? Harolds?" She asked in a somewhat whisper, as if she was unsure what he had just said.

She felt his hand linger on her arm, the simple touch was electric. What was it about Marcus that intrigued her in a way she did not even realize? He was about to the door when she finally spoke up.

"Hey Marcus." She called out to him, then approached him. "I ... I am .. sorry ... I have homework tonight." Was the excuse any girl could give to get out of the situation. "Anyways .. this outfit is about my finest ... I don't have anything I could wear to get into Harold's." Maya added leaving the door open that she may have some interest. He was about to leave again when she said. "Wait." She scribbled her cell number on the back of a receipt. "Send me a text ... and i will let you know about Saturday."

 

[Tony2015]

"Thank you, Maya," he responded, eying the phone number. He'd bridge the first river, setting him on a happy path. He wagged the number before him, saying, "I'll call you. Texts ... so impersonal, don't you think."

Marcus gave her another smile, then -- to reassure the young woman that he was, indeed, a man -- he gave her a very quick up and down look before turning and heading out...



An hour later, she received a call, but it wasn't from Marcus. A female voice said, "Hello, this is Chloe from Ellie's Fashions on Fifth."

She didn't give an address or even clarify that she was calling from Baker. Every female for 200 miles knew where and what Ellie's was: the most fashionable women's clothing and jewelry boutique in all of Eastern Oregon. "I'm calling for Maya." After Maya confirmed that she'd gotten the right number, Chloe explained, "Yes, I wanted to confirm that you would be in tonight to pick up the dress and shoes that Mister Lee arranged for you. Now, we normally close at six, but he explained that you might not be able to get to us until seven, possibly even eight." She chuckled, then added, "Don't you hurry, though, dear. Mister Lee had, um ... how do I put this...? He's made it very worth my while to stick around a couple of extra hours. Oh, and he said you might also need help with your hair and makeup, so Sarah from the salon next door is going to jump over when you arrive. She's simply fabulous ... you'll love her."

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya had just left her morning shift at the cafe when her phone rang. At first she was not going to answer the incoming call as the number was blocked. Recalling Marcus from earlier in the morning she answered with a perky college coed tone "Hello!!"

The call was not Marcus yet Chloe from Ellie's boutque the most fashionable place for miles. A boutique at which friends of Maya had been asked to leave as they were not welcome if they had no intention of buying. A boutique at which on occasion, Maya would stop by simply to admire the dresses in the window ... dreaming of someday maybe she could wear a dress like that.

"umm ok sure ... I guess." Maya ended the call with Chloe and headed to her first class. Thankfully today she had only two classes, though her mind wandered. Yet still she thought there was no way she would go to Ellie's ... not even to try on a dress.

After classes she skipped lunch to go to the library followed by a short workout and run. She had a late afternoon dinner and was about to open her books for more study when she looked at her phone and was reminded of the call from earlier. "No I could never ...." Yet for some reason she did not want to disappoint Marcus. Marcus Lee as she now knew from the ealier conversation with Chloe.

Maya needed a walk .. she knew it would lead her to Ellie's and she arrived about 6:30 and was greeted by Chloe. "Thank you for coming .. yet first let see Sarah." Maya escorted her to Sarah's salon.

A little over an hour and Sarah had completed Mayas Hair and makeup which highlighted her eyes with dark liner and eyelash extensions. Maya barely recognized herself.

She returned to Ellie's where Chlo had reduced the selection to a quarter of what she originally had. Maya tried on several before Chloe insisted on this one. Finally Maya was ready, as she stood in the mirror looking at a woman she did not recognize. The perfectly fitted black dress.[/URL] She was nearly afraid to move in the strappy 5" heels.

"I can .. never pay for this." Maya whipsers to Chloe, who simply smiles and giggles.

"No worries Miss Parker ... Mr Lee has taken care of this."

When Maya looked up there was a Limo waiting in front of the store.

"that's your ride Miss Parker." Chloe handed Maya a small matching clutch purse. "I put all your things in the clutch ... now go ... make your man happy."

The ride was short .. Maya's mind was racing ... wandering of what Marcus really wanted from her .... her conclusion was Marcus simply liked her.

At Harolds the doorman opened her door and welcomed her, mentioning Mr. Lee was waiting just inside the restaurant. Slowly she made the walk, her heels teetering and echoing with each step. She spotted Marcus sitting alone .. missing that there was no indication he had met anyone that evening.

As she approached she smiled nervously.

 

[Tony2015]

Marcus was sitting alone at the table near the patio windows. He'd been alone all evening as there never had been business associates joining him this evening. No, this night was all about Maya ... about Maya, and about what Marcus hoped to get from her, this night and many nights to come if things went his way.

Despite his declaration to the young beauty earlier that he found texts impersonal, he was now reading and responding to several that he'd been receiving over the past hour or so. Texts were forever, even if you deleted them from your phone. He knew the people with whom he was currently communicating; and, as with his own phone and account, he knew that these people swapped out their phones on the 1st of every month to disconnect them from anything incriminating. If he and Maya became business associates, they, too, would go through a dozen phones a year to hide their activities from any interested Authorities.

But, that was all still a long way off, though hopefully after tonight, not nearly as far. Marcus glanced up at the sound of two pairs of heels nearing him. The Hostess gave him an approving smile and wink, stepping out of his line of sight with ...

Wow...

Marcus was stunned. The cut of Maya's waitressing uniform had shown her curves well enough for him to know she had the body for the business in which he hope to employ her. But until Maya was nearing him in the form fitting, second skin dress he'd pressed Chloe to specifically encourage the young woman to buy, Marcus had had no idea she would be the sexiest woman he'd seen in months ... maybe years.

He stood and came around the side of the table as she approached. His gaze moved up and down her shapely form without apology as his lips widened in a delighted smile. Without looking to the Hostess Marcus said politely, "Thank you, Melody."

"Shall I have another bottle of wine brought to your table, Mister Lee," the hostess asked politely.

"No," he said quickly, still ogling his dinner guest. He finally looked up into Maya's eyes, saying softly, "Champagne. This is a night for champagne, don't you think?"

"Very good, sir," the Hostess said, adding before she departed, "Enjoy your dinner."

"I will," Marcus said with a hungry tone, his eyes once again taking a walk over Maya's incredible shape as he pulled her chair out and invited her to sit. After he'd taken his chair again, he looked to her face, her dramatic eyes, her professionally styled hair, and -- after an audible sigh -- said softly, "Maya ... you're ... you're simply stunning."

They chatted for a moment -- about the boutique, stylist, and more -- until the waiter came to their table for their orders. Marcus looked into Maya's eyes, cocked his head playfully, and asked, "Trust me?"

After she'd responded, he looked to the waiter and ordered for the both of them: Porterhouse steaks, lobster, a dozen sides, and for dessert a Baked Alaska that Marcus assured Maya was the most sinful thing she would ever put in her mouth. He'd given her a devilish smirk after that last comment, glancing again to her well displayed cleavage ... and again sighing audibly.

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya was obviously nervous as Melody led her toward the patio, the sight of Marcus eased her somewhat. Maybe it was his mature calm that eased her tension ... he was such a gentleman to her. She saw his smile and was too nervous to be concerned how he had looked at her, she was concentrating on not tipping from the 5" heels.

Marcus was generous as he greeted her pulled her chair out and lallowed her to sit. As she did, the short dress rose high on her thigh, Maya debated pulling the dress down, yet deciding to avoid the awkward moment did nothing yet looked at Marcus and smiled.

"Maya ... you're ... you're simply stunning."

Maya blushed at the compliment. "Thank you Marcus. But I think Chloe and Sarah deserve the credit .... well and you ... I don't deserve this ... I will never be able never repay you. But I should thank you Marcus ... I have never felt so special .... Tonight I feel like a princess ... omg this is amazing ... I just ... want to thank you again." Maya finished staying in her seat admiring the older Marcus across the table.

"I have never had Champagne before .... what is it like." She asked, showing simply how naive and innocent she was.

"yes please." She said allowing Marcus to order for her ... when he finished she smiled nervously before trying to sip her water, spilling some on the table cloth she took her napkin to wipe up the spill. "like om my gawd Marcus ... I am so nervous ... thats a lot of food ... " For a second she thought of joking with him that she was a vegatarian, she was not and kept the joke to herself.

"Did you already have your meeting ... or is he still coming?" maya asked trying to add to the conversation.

In the conversation she flirted a bit with him, nothing over the top. What Maya did not realize is everyone in the restaurant knew why she was there ... well everyone but her.

 

[Tony2015]

"Thank you Marcus," Maya responded. "But I think Chloe and Sarah deserve the credit ... well and you."

"You deserve every bit of it, Maya," he said with a pleased smile.

"I don't deserve this," she continued. "I will never be able never repay you."

As she continued, Marcus thought to himself, I have some ideas about that, my dear. I have some incredible ideas. But he only told her, "I'm not looking for repayment. I wanted you to feel comfortable. Do you?"

He watched her with great interest as she took her first sip of champagne. The bubbles went straight to her nose, causing her to giggle and him laugh in turn. "Fun, isn't it. Drink. We have to finish the bottle before we leave. At five hundred bucks, it's not something you waste, no?"

In reality, it was only a $60 bottle of champagne, but Marcus didn't feel he needed to tell the young woman that. She wouldn't know the difference. Some day, yes. But not this night. Dinner arrived, causing her again to show her surprise. While he'd ordered one mean for her and the other for himself, Marcus had insisted she try every item served, using her fork to stab at cut sections of his steak, then taking an offered piece of her lobster, too. It was all very fun and playful ... and flirtatious, too. Marcus ensured that through out the entire dinner, Maya continued to feel like the Princess at the ball.

They were nearly through the bottle of bubbly when she asked him about his supposed meeting. He smiled, glancing away to feign embarrassment, which he wasn't actually feeling. When he looked back to her, he admitted, "Honestly ... I had no meeting tonight. This--" He looked to the table full of expensive food, to the incredible clothes into which she'd slipped her incredible body, to the professionally made up hair and finally into her dramatic eyes. "This was all for you. Well, actually...! This was all for me. I wanted to have dinner with you, Maya. And ... I was afraid that if you thought it was going to be just you and me ... I was afraid you would say no."

He poured the last of the bottle into her flute, knowing that she'd already finished more than half of the champagne on her own. He looked to her, asking sheepishly, "Do you hate me for my deception?"

 

[justmethatswho]

When Marcus mentioned the cost of the champagne Maya was in mid sip. Shocked she gasped sending the bubbly into her nose, the burning sting, she set her class down as the champagne dribbled from her nose, she grabbed the napkin covering her nose and mouth. "oh my goad ... wow Marcus ... that's alot of money." To maya that was almost two weeks in the cafe. "I guess I best do my part to help not let this go to waste ... though I will warn you ... I am not a drinker .... I may get tipsy." Maya smiled nervously her comfort with Marcus growing.

Maya tried little pieces of everything and was completely full. "I ... I am going to have to stop ... or i will look fat in this dress." Maya teased.
...

He then admitted this had all been done for her.

"Your kidding right .. no one has ever done this much for me .. " Maya answered a bit shocked. "Really for me?" maybe Maya should have been more upset ... yet the idea he had done this just to have dinner with her eased any anger she would have had.

"That's sweet of you Marcus ... how could I be mad .. this night has been beyond my dreams .... I am just sorry dinner is almost over." Maya added innocently thinking the night would end after dinner. Then Maya looked up at Marcus. "Do I get to keep the dress?" she asked.

She looked at Marcus .. studying him .. wondering if she could date the older man.

 

[Tony2015]

"Do I get to keep the dress?" she asked.

He chuckled lightly. "Of course, Maya. On any other woman, it would be wasted."

He smiled devilishly, lifting and sipping at his own flute as he stared hungrily into her eyes. The waiter arrived to check on them. Marcus told him, "Just the check, please."

Looking back to the young beauty, he remembered what she said about dinner coming near to its end. He, of course, had no intention of letting it end so soon. He said boldly, "I have a suite upstairs. Not the penthouse, but ... still nice. Beautiful view of the river ... the boats are all lit up for some local event I am unfamiliar with." He gave her a moment to explain, presuming she knew what it was ... and a moment to understand where he was going before asking, "Would you like to see it?"

 

[justmethatswho]

His charm was clearly having an affect on Maya and her judgement. Maybe the champagne also. When he asked for the check she was disappointed the evening was coming to an end and wondering how she was going to get back to the dorm. Then she realized she would be going back to the dorm dressed as she was, which was certain to catch the attention of anyone still awake.

"Oh that is for the winter carnival .... not that we really have winter here ... yet it gives people reason to have their boats out this time of the year ... and their is a food fair ... with items from all over the area. It is quite the party ... or well I have heard .... I was too young last year to get in ...." Maya confesses her age. "But this year I can go ... yippee for me .... though I have to work." Maya finished a bit like a schoolgirl. "I have seen the lights across the water ... but never up close or from above ... I bet the view is spectacular ... If it is ok with you I ... I would like that." Maya asked, not seeing the situation as any different than going to a friends house. "I .. I won't stay long .. just a peek and I will go back to the dorm."

 

[Tony2015]

"... I was too young last year to get in ...." Maya told him.

He smiled just a bit, trying not to show his extreme interest in her youth. His clients varied in preferences, but one thing Marcus could always sell was youth and innocence.


She finished her response to his invitation with, "I .. I won't stay long .. just a peek and I will go back to the dorm."

"No hurry," Marcus said, standing at the arrival of the waiter. He handed the man his credit card, telling him, "Add twenty five percent for yourself, please." After the man thanked him and departed, Marcus looked back to Maya as he helped her to her feet and said with a soft voice, "I'm in no hurry to see the evening end, Princess Maya."

He laughed at her reaction, helped her into the shawl Chloe had been sure to add to battle the chill of winter, and turned her for the exit. He caught his receipt and card at the door, thanked the hostess with a twenty dollar bill from his slack pocket, and took Maya gently by the elbow, heading for the elevator. Half way there, with a wider path to navigate, he inconspicuously slipped his hand to her back, then lower to the small of it. It wasn't a lecherous movement, but he did intend for her to be aware of its more intimate feel upon her.



In the room, he opened the second bottle of champagne he'd instructed be delivered to the room while Maya had visited the ladies room. He looked toward the floor to ceiling windows through which his soon to be lover and employee was
watching the lights. He went to the light switch and flicked it off, sending the room into near darkness with only the bathroom and entryway lights illuminating the suite. When she reacted, he explained, "You can see the boats better this way."

Marcus met Maya at the glass, offering her a flute of bubbly and holding a strawberry up before her mouth. He almost told her he'd learned about the delicious combination from Pretty Woman but didn't. Not really the time to be mentioning a movie about prostitutes, my good man, he told himself with a smile.

"It's beautiful," he said, looking out upon the river.

Up and down both shores as well as in the river's middle, boats were lit up as brightly and creatively as the most beautiful homes during the Christmas season. Off to the right a small carnival was obvious, with the flashing lights on the Ferris wheel and carousel the most obvious attractions.

"Maybe I'll take you there," he said, leaning forward to make his first intimate gesture. He kissed her softly on her bare shoulder, adding, "Win my princess a teddy bear or something."

Marcus hadn't poured himself a drink, so his hands were free to do as he wished with them. He laid them upon Maya's waist, kissed her shoulder again, then higher up her neck, then urged her to turn, wanting to kiss her mouth...

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya followed his lead and as he tipped the hostess, after Marcus had passed she turned as if Maya did not exist. For a simple moment Maya felt she was out of place or doing something wrong.

She felt his arms slide behind her as if to steady her in the tall heels. In her mind she thought of the gesture more as kindness than affection.

Marcus was right one could see the lights much better with the lights out than on, she heard the bubbly bottle popped open and thought of telling him she had already had too much, yet she remained silent. "It looks so pretty from up hear .. so peaceful." She exclaimed as he approached her.

"Maybe I'll take you there," he said, leaning forward to make his first intimate gesture. He kissed her softly on her bare shoulder, adding, "Win my princess a teddy bear or something."

The princess comment warmed her, then she felt his kiss. "Oh Marcus!" she spoke surprised it was now clear what he had wanted from her. For a moment she wanted to turn and slap him, yet she stayed still as if frozen for a moment before speaking. "that would be nice to win something .. even a teddy bear Marcus ... though I have never been very lucky in life."

She felt his kisses rising on her neck and pulled away ... "Excuse me Marcus." She whispered and scurried away, finding the restroom closing the door behind her, thinking how stupid and naive she had been. Now standing in front of the mirror she looked at what she saw. A lovely attractive woman ... she felt attractive ... she admired the woman she saw. It was the first time Maya looked in the mirror and did not see the little girl. "What am I doing." She paused unsure whether to cry or scream, she did niether.

Finally she exited the bathroom her plan to leave if Marcus was not in sight. Thankfully he was not ... yet she stood frozen... soon she was moving into the suite ... she saw Marcus looking out the window alone ... she wanted to be next to him ... she moved closer now standing bside him, her hand found his holding it softly. She looked at him. "Marcus ... I ... I am not this type of girl ... I am just a poor college girl ..." She was about to continue speaking and explaining , yet she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and then she stopped, her lips close to his, unsure what to to next.

 

[Tony2015]

"Excuse me Marcus."

He watched Maya withdraw toward the bathroom in silence, thinking simply, Well ... crap!

He'd pushed too quickly. He should have moved slower, maybe only laying his hands upon her waist and seeing how she responded. It wasn't hopeless yet, of course. Lots of women had shied back from Marcus's advancements, personal and professional both. But in the end, he won more often than he lost. It wasn't because he played the game better than most. It was that he picked his opponents with more skill. He'd spent three weeks studying Maya, watching her work, listening to her chat with her coworkers and regulars. He'd even tailed her to her home and school, then casually made conversation with a half dozen people who knew her, all in an effort to get to know her without her knowing he was doing so. She was a safe bet, even with the sudden retreat to the bathroom.

He heard the door open behind him and refocused his vision from the city below him to the reflection of her in the glass. He saw her hesitate and look to the door for a moment. She's ready to bolt, a voice deep inside warned. Cut her off! Don't let her escape. Marcus knew that if she walked out now, she was lost to him. Even if she decided later that she'd acted impetuously, pride would prevent her from coming back for a second go around.

Then, to his great relief, Maya made her way slowly back to stand beside him. Marcus looked to her, smiling, as he felt her hand take his.

"Marcus ... I ... I am not this type of girl ... I am just a poor college girl ..."

She kissed him on the cheek, pulling back a bit but not enough to prevent him from leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss that ever so slowly became more sensual ... lips parting slightly ... wetting ... tongues extending only enough to make their presence known.

"You are what you want to be," he whispered when their mouths separated. He kissed her again. He moved his body forward until his torso pressed to Maya's. A hand settled upon her waist ... slid around to her back ... pulled her tight against him as he kissed her again, this time passionately ... erotically. He whispered, "You may think of yourself as a girl..." Another kiss as his second hand settled upon her shoulder ... rose upwards until his fingers were caressing the skin of her neck ... her face ... her jaw line. He continued whispering, "But you are no girl ... you are a woman ... a beautiful woman ... a sexy ... erotic beauty..."

His upper hand found the clip holding her hair up and released it. The professional do fell upon her shoulders as Marcus pulled his face back to look into her eyes ... to study her lips ... to kiss them again...

"I can show you that you are all of this, Maya," he continued, matching her own gaze with his own. "Let me show you how much of a woman you are..." Another kiss. "Let me teach you..." Kiss ... and the lowering of his other hand until it began to cup a firm buttock and pull her tighter against the erection that had begun growing to obvious proportions. He finished his pitch, "Let me teach you ... teach you to be so much more ... than just a girl..."

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya listened to the words of Marcus. She felt her own desire for him grow. Something about tonight was different than any other night she had spent with a man. She wanted to please him, yet she felt he wanted to please her also. Marcus was smooth, much more so the the college and high school lovers of her past.

She felt his hand cup her ass, and pull her close. She felt the stiff rod of his desire against her, yet somehow he would let her choose whether to go on as her body was pressed against his.

The evening had been perfect, the boutique, the salon, the dinner, the champagne, the view and now Marcus and his romance. Maya thought he must really like her to do these things for her, why else would he have done this for her.

She answered with a tender kiss upon his lips, a kiss that signalled her approval to go forward.

 

[Tony2015]

She was his.

Marcus felt it in the kiss that followed him groping her ass, his undeniable sign that he was looking for her to commit to being his lover on this, their first date with one another. He joined the kiss of approval, then bent enough to cup both sides of her firm buttocks where they met her thighs and lifted her upwards against his torso. He laughed at her reaction as he pulled one knee, then the other around his waist. He could feel his now rock hard erection pressing against the softness of her pussy.

He turned, walking her to the bed as his lips passionately kissed at her neck. At the bed, he lay Maya upon it on her back, pushing his hands upward to free her waist of the tight fitting dress. He leaned over her, pressing his lips to Maya's belly, sticking the tip of his tongue into her belly button ... distractions -- whether needed or not, he didn't know -- for what his hands were doing, which was pulling the tiny thong off her hips and down her long, lean legs. He looked up to Maya's face as he cleared the panties of her thighs ... knees ... calves ... feet.

"I going to make you feel like the woman you are, Maya," he promised in a whisper as he moved up between her parted knees, slipping his hands under her thighs and upward to grasp her hips, ensuring he maintained her position here at the edge of the bed. He continued, "You will no longer think of yourself as just a poor college girl..."

Marcus kissed the inside of the beauty's thigh, then the other, then repeated both while moving closer to the folds of glistening wet flesh that resided between them. Still whispering, he promised her, "From now on..." He kissed her pussy, ever so gently. "...you will be the type of girl..." This time he licked at the soft folds, parting them just enough to taste her. Before he wrapped his mouth over her pussy and began playing his tongue gently all about her inner and outer labia, he finished, "...you want to be ... the girl you want to be ... and the girl I want to have again and again forever."

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya had never found herself in such a romantic moment. Typically her past sex was simple and quick, little buildup and little satisfaction for herself. This was so different, the entire buildup of the evening was for the moment that was now.

Marcus was tender and soft with his touch, seemingly willing to stop if Maya had wanted him to do so. Maya was comfortable with him.

Soon the dress had fallen to the floor and Marcus had laid her back upon the bed,. Then kissing her, his kisses moving down, sliding her tiniy thong from her, her shaven pussy now in view. To him she must have looked so young, though she had turned 21 last month.

His kisses moved to her thigh, causing a rush of sexual excitment she had never felt before.

"You will no longer think of yourself as just a poor college girl..."

May giggled from a combination of his kisses and the comment. She was exactly that a "poor college girl" though tonight she felt so different.

His kisses moved toward her pussy, she bit her lip in anticipation, holding her breath for this moment. Feeling the first kiss, she could not contain herself from letting out a desirable pleasurable moan.

"From now on..." He kissed her pussy, ever so gently. "...you will be the type of girl..." This time he licked at the soft folds, parting them just enough to taste her. Before he wrapped his mouth over her pussy and began playing his tongue gently all about her inner and outer labia, he finished, "...you want to be ... the girl you want to be ... and the girl I want to have again and again forever."

Maya moaned. "Mmmm Marcus ... Soooo goood .... I love how it feels to be this girl." Her legs nuge gently against Marus's head.

 

[Tony2015]

Below Marcus, Maya began to writhe a bit as his tongue worked upon the sensitive folds of her pussy. His hands grasped her hips a bit tighter, to ensure she didn't try to wiggle away from him. He continued to lick and suck at her pussy for a couple of minutes, intentionally limiting the manipulation of her clit for now. Looking up to her, he lifted his mouth just enough to ask, "Feel good?"

He returned to licking her as she answered. He pulled her a bit closer to the edge of the bed, then moved his mouth up farther. He wasted no time quickly and firmly beginning a side to side manipulation of her clit. The effect was instantaneous and conspicuous, making Marcus smile both inside and at his expertly working mouth. He switched to licking her clit up and down to see if that was better for her. Finally he settled on the movement that seemed to drive her more nuts and persisted, intent on making her explode below him.

When she was about to explode, he slipped his right hand away from her waist to her pussy. With his palm up, he inserted his index and middle finger into her and began massaging the inside, forward side of her vagina. He'd had several lovers -- personal and professional both -- for whom this was simply incredible. Marcus wanted to see what the effect on Maya was.

In the end, it all seemed to work...

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya had some belief she was still in control, yet she was beyond that point. The drug of the pleasure had already made her addicted. She was lost, her breaths short and deep, her breasts still bound by the bustier bra, heaving, her arms were over her head as if bound. She had unwittingly completely submitted herself to Marcus.

Her mind was filled with nothing but the pleasure in her body. Somehow he was pleasuring her, as she no longer cared if it was his tongue or hand. Involuntary pleasurable moans escaped her lips. "ohhh .... yesss ... yesss.... ohhh." she moaned in a desirable pleasure.

As his attention slipped for a moment from her pussy, she instinctivly spread her legs wider, as if inviting him for more. upon his next touch her body began to quiver, and tense. "oh YE...sssss...." She let out a broken up scream.

Maya was no longer having sex as a college girl ... for the first time in her life she was having a real orgasm as a woman.

 

[Tony2015]

(OOC: I hope you don't mind that I rushed this. I want to get to the whoring part, and I probably won't be able to post again until tonight.)


Ohhhhh ... wow...

At the expert workings of his mouth and fingers, Marcus drove Maya to an explosive orgasm that was simply unbelievable. She screamed and trembled and writhed about and -- with desperately grasping hands -- pulled the corners of the fitted sheets loose with popping, elastic sounds.

Marcus persisted with his pleasuring of her until it was obvious that she just couldn't take anymore. It was a lasting orgasm, not a quick flash in the pan, and by the time Maya was finally coming down, her legs and arms had simply collapsed back onto the mattress while her entire form remained a trembling mess.

As he lifted his face from the young woman's groin, he place his hand over her sopping folds -- as if to ensure her pussy it hadn't been abandoned -- and ever so lightly massaged the folds as he studied her face. Maya was beautiful in her orgasmic afterglow, her still-bridled breasts heaving up and down.

Marcus stood and quickly shed his clothes. His cock stood out hard and proud, with a length and girth that were both well above average. (Ironically, it was his monster cock that had been a factor of Marcus becoming a gigolo before becoming a pimp. He still did the former work occasionally, but the money and -- particularly -- the control of the latter profession was what made Marcus happy and wealthy.)

He fished a strip of condoms from his jacket pocket, ripped one off, and moved closer to the bed. He looked down into Maya's eyes as he said with a sincere tone, "You make me want you so badly, Maya. You are the woman every man wants."

He moved to the bed, taking control of Maya's body with strong hands and arms, moving her to the middle. He didn't immediately take her, instead kissing her passionately while his hands roamed every inch of her body before returning to her pussy to prepare her for his entry. Marcus could feel in Maya already the maturing of her as a sexual being. He couldn't help but wonder whether he was the first man who had ever gone down on her or, at the least, the first man who had ever made her cum so hard or cum at all.

Fifteen minutes -- maybe less -- between when he'd first laid his hands upon the beauty's body and now, as he began to press the bulb of his now-sheathed cock into her pussy, and Maya was already becoming a new woman. Marcus had a sense for such things. It was what made him a good pimp. He could see in her eyes, in her expression ... could hear in her words and moans and cries as he entered her tight, pussy ... could feel in her movements and her explorations of his own body with her wandering hands ... that Maya was entering a realm of sexual experience she'd never known was possible.

"My god, Maya," Marcus whispered between kisses as he pressed into her, taking his time as not to hurt or frighten her, until finally their groins were pressed fully together. "I've never felt a woman so good ... so tight ... so incredible. You are ... magnificent. You're no girl, Maya ... no girl ... at all ... you are ... all woman..."

He was soon stroking long and deep within her, holding his heavier, muscular body over her own lighter, tighter, more petite on. He glanced down to her still-contained breasts often, even to where his cock was ramming in and out of her, repeating sweet nothings about how good she felt and looked. It wasn't long before Marcus had made her explode again ... then, as she came a third time, his own climax came and he groaned out loud and long as his cock leaped again and again, filling the protective raincoat with his seed.

"My god, Maya," he whispered once he was able to form words. "I've never enjoyed a woman like I just did you. You're ... oh...."

He let his mass lower to lay atop her, then expertly rolled them over together until she was laying atop him, her pussy still encasing his cock. He held her tightly against him, kissing her again, erotic, passionate kisses. They remained as one for quite a while before he whispered to her, "I want to see you above me. I want to watch you ... watch the woman I've created make love to me..."



The evening became a marathon fuckfest that only ended after Marcus had gone through four condoms and left Maya a quivering, exhausted rag doll on the sweat-wetted sheets. They'd fucked in and out of the bed, in a variety of positions, with the noise of their love making bringing pounds on the walls from not just the room to the right but to the left as well. They only laughed at the neighbor's dismay and continued their frantic pounding of groins...



Marcus was standing over the bed when Maya stirred and turned to look up at him. He smiled, then chuckled. She was a mess, spent. He remembered his ranch owning grampa's term about quarter horses, Ridden hard and put away wet. Maya had been at that.

"I got us coffee," he told her, pointing to the carafe he'd slipped from the Continental Breakfast bar downstairs before returning to their room without Maya every having known he'd been gone. He gestured to another tray, saying with a happy smile, "Eggs ... bacon, sausage ... a crescent. You really should drink the juice, too. You're dehydrated."

He took her the small glass of OJ, setting it on the lamp table within her reach, then sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out to run his fingers through her hair with a gentle, loving feel, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. When he pulled back, his expression was a little less loving and a little more business like.

"Maya, listen," he began, standing again and returning to the dresser to fill his pockets with his wallet, phone, and what not. "I want to see you again." He turned and gave her a meaningful expression as he added, "I want to see you again and again!"

He lifted a coffee cup, drank from it, then returned to stand over her. "But ... I have work ... in the City. I never know when I'm going to be available. I don't have a set work schedule. So, coming to you ... coming to be with you ... it'll be rather hit and miss."

He leaned over and kissed her softly, then more passionately. When he pulled back, he continued in a quiet but serious tone, "I want you to be available for me when I come to you. I want you..." He kissed her again. "I need you. When I get here, I need to know that you can come with me ... come here--"

He glanced about the room a bit before continuing. "That job of yours ... waitressing. It's ... it's gonna be a problem."

He kissed her one more time before standing up and moving back to the dresser. The last item on the horizontal surface was his money clip, filled with big bills. There was, of course, no reason for it to have been sitting out. Marcus had simply wanted Maya to see it. He picked it up, turned back to her, and ripped off three one hundred dollar bills before he set down near her again.

"I want you to have this," he continued, his gaze firmly on her eyes as he held the bills up for her to see, "But...! I want you to understand something! I'm not paying you for sex. Last night ... my God, Maya. You were incredible. I want that again. I want that woman again. I want her over and over and over again. But ... to have her ... to have you ... I need to know that you will be available when I come through town."

He flashed the three bills again, then set them on the lamp table. "I am not paying you for sex. I'm paying you not to go back to that greasy spoon. I'm paying you to be ready and able to come to me at the drop of a hat ... to make love to me ... to make me the happiest man in the world--"

He reached out to Maya's chest, slipping his hand down to push the sheets off her naked breasts, to gently grope it and pinch the hard nipple adorning it before slowly sliding his hand down her belly toward her nether regions as he continued, "To let me make you the happiest woman in the world."

As he hand reached her worn out pussy, Marcus toyed with her clit as he finished, "Will you do that for me, Maya? Will you let me make it possible ... to free you up to be with me when I need you?"

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya was spent and laying in the aura of her first real orgasm. Her body, laid upon the bed, still wearing her heels and bra. Her body relaxed and exhausted. Still soon she felt him move her, though she did not open her eyes. Soon she felt him on the bed, thinking he would fall asleep next to her, yet it was soon clear he was settling between her legs. Still Maya did nothing to stop him. Maya the girl so concerned about sex she, yet she had not even asked him about a condom, in her extasy she did not care.

"mmmm ... yess" She moaned filling the cock deep inside of her, she heard his words, and at times responded, yet she was lost in the fog, of her sexual desire, sexual extasy and the more than a bottle of champagne she had consumed.

Maya faded into the night a willing sexual partner for Marcus.

....
She reached to find the bed empty ... had this really just been a one night stand. Panic was filling her .. her head ached from being drunk ... her body ached from the hours of sex. She was about to cry when the door opened, she pulled hte sheet to cover herself, as she sretched her legs, she realized all she was wearing wear the devilish strappy heels.

Then she saw Marcus, happy he had returned .. confirming this had not been a one night stand. She smiled as he handed her the coffee, the gesture was nice, yet she decided at this moment the juice would be better.

Her head was pounding, as she tried to recall the night. The night went on ... and on ... she recalled bits and pieces of the sex ... she rode him, Marcus took her from behind over the desk ... as she looked up her bra laid on the floor.

"Maya, listen," he began, standing again and returning to the dresser to fill his pockets with his wallet, phone, and what not. "I want to see you again." He turned and gave her a meaningful expression as he added, "I want to see you again and again!"

Maya's face lit up with a smile at his comment. She was thankful he would like to see her again. "I ... I am .. not typically like that Marcus ... what we did last night .... but ... I ... I really liked last night ... and I really like you ... I would love to see you much much more."

"I want you to be available for me when I come to you. I want you..." He kissed her again. "I need you. When I get here, I need to know that you can come with me ... come here--"

He glanced about the room a bit before continuing. "That job of yours ... waitressing. It's ... it's gonna be a problem."

"yes ... I want to see you too." she added then he mentioned her job. "But waitressing is the only money I have ... it was not a problem last night .... I typically work mornings ... I think I can make my schedule work.

"I want you to have this," he continued, his gaze firmly on her eyes as he held the bills up for her to see, "But...! I want you to understand something! I'm not paying you for sex. Last night ... my God, Maya. You were incredible. I want that again. I want that woman again. I want her over and over and over again. But ... to have her ... to have you ... I need to know that you will be available when I come through town."

"No I ... I don't need that." She responded though she could really use the money. As sincere as Marcus sounded, the words paying her for sex caught her attention. "I am not .... like I said I am not like that Marcus ... I like you ... that is what last night is about and then you say something about not paying me for sex ... i never thought that .... why would you say that. I am not a hooker Marcus." Maya scolded a bit, looking down she say the tiny thong entangled in the covers, a small indicator of the previous night, a small piece of fabric which cost more than her weekly income. She picked up the thong tossing it at him. I am not like that ... I really like you ..."

"To let me make you the happiest woman in the world."

As he hand reached her worn out pussy, Marcus toyed with her clit as he finished, "Will you do that for me, Maya? Will you let me make it possible ... to free you up to be with me when I need you?"

His touch again brought back to life the feeling of extasy of last night. "Marus ... i want to see you again .... when you are back in town I will make sure I am available."

 

[Tony2015]

"Marus ... i want to see you again ...." Maya told him.

Marcus smiled, pleased, then intensified his toying with her clit as she finished, "....when you are back in town I will make sure I am available."

He leaned in to kiss her again, then half sat up to watch her expressions, hear her moans and cries, as he fingered her to another orgasm...



Marcus had told Maya before leaving that the room was hers until she decided to leave -- no check out time -- then promised he would call her Tuesday. Before he even slid out the door, though, he knew he'd be contacting her before that. Between orgasms the night before, Maya had told him that her boss had asked her to work Sunday. The Elks Club was having a huge breakfast, and she would make not only time and a half but a $100 tip as well. If he was ever going to test her new found loyalty to him, this was going to be the time.

He waited until 7am Sunday morning before composing a text to Maya:

Coming 2 town. Sunday 10am.
Want to see U. I M hard thinking of U.
Reserved same room. Key at desk 4 U.
Will compensate 4 what U lose at café.
Do not want U 2 feel U have 2 make choice
tween bills and happiness and satisfaction.​

He sent the text and waited. He was unsure about how she would interpret the text. Would she read I want you, I need you, I can't wait, but I know you have a job, so I'm going to help you out...? Or would she read You're my whore now. Fuck me and I'll pay you? He was hoping for the former, of course. Was her desire for him enough to overwhelm any negative interpretations of his gifting her extra money...? He wouldn't know until she responded, of course.

 

[justmethatswho]

Maya laid upon the bed as he departed, leaving her alone in the room. She closed her eyes, wondering what she had done. As she did, the satin sheets teased her, reminding her of the night prior. She fell sleep awakening about an hour later, she showered and ordered room service as if to show Marcus. She showered, and shortly after, room service arrived. She opened the door wearing only a tightly wrapped robe, Maya signed the reciept and the waiter departed.

Maya lingered until early afternoon, enjoying the suite, for a moment seeing how the other half lived. Finally she dressed, finding her items scattered about the room, her panties, bra, heels and dress. Pulling her hair into a simply pony tail, she departed. As she walked thru the lobby she could feel the eyes of the employees looking at her. omg I am on a walk of shame. She laughed nervously. The walk back to the dorm was well over 30 minutes. Typically Maya would never spend for a cab ... yet as she looked in her purse she saw the 300 dollars ... today she could afford the taxi. "Taxi!!!"

......

For a few days, she scanned her phone countless times hoping for a message from Marcus. Her mind was lost in the hope that it had not just simply been for one night. By Sunday morning she had on her mind was work and spending the afternoon studying. She had just left her dorm when her phone chimed with a message.

Coming 2 town. Sunday 10am.
Want to see U. I M hard thinking of U.
Reserved same room. Key at desk 4 U.
Will compensate 4 what U lose at café.
Do not want U 2 feel U have 2 make choice
tween bills and happiness and satisfaction.​

The message stopped her in her tracks. "Damn you Marcus." she spoke to herself. She continued taking a few steps. "Damn him." she stopped, recalling the incredible night. She typed quickly into her phone.

Sorry Rodney, for the late notice .. I thought I could make it in for the breakfast ... but I just vomited ... I am sick ... don't be mad I cannot make it in today.

"Marcus ... what have you done to me." She asked herself.

Again she pecked a message into her phone.
Satisfaction wins ... don't have to pay me ... but hey maybe buy me a new outfit... though nothing to wear ... will find something ... and cannot wait to see you again .... words cannot say how much I want this..

She returned to her room and looked through her closet again. The only three skirts she had were for work. Her roommate was still sleeping when she grabbed an outfit from her closet and got dressed, sneaking out before she awoke.

She opened her uber app and soon her ride had arrived. he laughed a bit when she told him to take her to the hotel ... upon dropping her off she found the key at the desk and was soon waiting alone in the room for Marcus... As she waited she contacted room service and ordered a bottle of champagne.

MayaMaya.

 

[Tony2015]

Marcus checked at the desk to ensure that Maya had picked up her key, smiling with delight to learn she had and gotten a bottle of bubbly. Entering the room, he stopped dead in his tracks, growling with hunger as he looked her up and down. He made a spinning gesture with an outstretched finger, saying, "Show me."

After she made her little spin, he growled again. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Speaking of seeing things..." His lips widened in a devilish smirk. He looked about the room, found and turned on the stereo, tuned it to a slow rock station, and looked back to Maya as he dropped into a deep, soft chair. He demanded with a wide smile, "Strip for me."