Night Peril

Chapter 2

I’m smoking medical m*******a in my bathtub on a Thursday afternoon. I have not eaten in three days. My goal weight is 118. I weigh a whopping 125.

I have just finished working out, aiming for shredded abs in a two hour long exercise that tore my muscles apart. Maybe I overdid it. Maybe I needed to get rid of stress immediately It’s just exercise, no one has died from it.

I have an appointment this afternoon with a john called Mason. He explained to me that his girlfriend of several years had left him and he needed some form of s****l relief from a professional. I fully understood where he was coming from. Many grieving men came to me with broken hearts and proposed to have relationships with me outside of my work. Knowing me, I’d often reap the benefits of the elaborate setup whilst never bringing them around my kids. I always won as a hooker.

He is to meet me at the coffee shop, buy me a latte and speak to his heart’s content before we decide it’s time to go back to his place. I have no intentions of getting snatched up. Though I hear the goal in his voice. It is to be loved by someone.

Sometimes it was part of our job – well, it was a huge part of the job – to make the client feel exponentially wanted. Love was not on the f*****g table.

I end up making Mason explode by sucking his balls from the back during a heated rimjob. He wants to take me out afterward but I decline lying that I have back-to-back appointments with clients all over Huntington Beach this same afternoon. In truth, it wasn’t unusual to be that heat. Only I wasn’t. My busiest hours took place at night.

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I am upside down being f****d in the ass. My p***y is dripping juices down my pale flat stomach as I continue to take the hard pounding from my third client of the night, Scott. We have f****d many times in the past. He is always happy to give me his hard earned cash for an outstanding f**k.

There are drawbacks to having s*x with clients who are too comfortable with you, however. Take this session for example. He urinates inside of me, then demands I push it out and aim it straight into my mouth. If I get it in, he will lend me an extra hundred dollars. Kinky motherfucker. I oblige like the good girl I am.

I spread myself open and push. His urine squirts out of my loose, gaped anus in several different directions. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue and looking him straight in the eyes submitting to his wishes entirely.

Drops of yellow, warm liquid reaches my mouth.

He spits on my body which still lays upside down on the floor. “Guzzle it.” He commands, additionally spitting in my mouth.

I guzzle both his bodily fluids as he shoves his fingers inside of me. He f***s me aggressively with his hand, jostling me around and dragging my airborne ass in all directions. He squeezes the cheek after a hard spank repeating that I’m a good girl, adding that I was a nice, obedient w***e for him on nights his wife was out of town.

We finish our time together by smoking bong hits of weed. He offers me meth but I decline as I do not need to become addicted again. He smokes bowl after bowl until I am dismissed, his needs to be accompanied by a hooker fulfilled.

“See you around.” He says, spanking my ass one last time as I pull the rest of my short black dress back on. I fake a laugh and disappear out his apartment door.