More than a Job: The Complete Series (9 page)

3.

It is a rough couple of weeks, because Maria doesn’t call
and Liam refuses to take things further. He keeps telling me that if I want to
settle down, I need to be able to control myself. I can control myself, but
this is getting ridiculous. Still, I am proud of myself that I have not done
anything dumb. I haven’t seen Mike since the night in my apartment and I feel
sort of guilty that some nights, while Liam holds me in bed, I keep thinking
about his blue eyes, his sad life, and how much I thought I loved him. Maybe I
still do a little, but clearly, he is fine with moving on, because he has not
called. He also had no problem fucking Maria as soon as he could.

When Maria calls to tell me she has a client arrangement
for me, I almost run out the door. My pussy has been aching lately. I bought
the biggest dildo I could find at the sex shop, but it is not enough. My credit
card bill is not looking good, either, because I have been spending a lot of
time online. But no matter what I try, I can’t satisfy myself. The orgasms are
fine, but something is missing. Hopefully Maria’s client can help.

She asks me to meet the client at a seedy motel outside of
town. It is a change of pace, given the nature of what I have been doing and the
sort of clientele I have been seeing, but I go. I am less than pleased,
however, when a man opens the door to the room. He is good looking enough, but
he is alone, and I am seething at Maria. She promised it would only be her.

“Hello,” I say. “I think there has been a mistake.”

He looks me up and down. “I don’t think so. You are exactly
as she described you.”

“Well, I don’t know what she told you, but I am not
sleeping with men.” I am about to call Maria and start bitching her out, but he
stops me.

“I know. I actually have no interest in fucking you.”

“Excuse me?” I find that hard to believe. Why wouldn’t he
want me?

“You’re not really my type, but I need some assistance. I
called a prostitute and I want you to watch and make sure I am doing right.”

“Oh, well, sure.” Figures. I thought I was finally going to
get some action and now I will be worse than before. My cunt is going to
explode if something does not happen to it soon. I pout, but follow the man
into the room and we wait for his hooker.

She is alright; I think I am better looking but she has a
huge ass and her tits make mine look small, so I guess that’s his thing. I feel
a little inferior when she bends over and he gets moving in her and he has to
spread his arms wide to hang onto her ass.

“Does it look like I am doing it right?”

I watch his shaft penetrate her and I want to cry. It looks
perfect and it looks like exactly what I need. I shift in my chair. “Yeah, it
looks like it is really good.”

The woman moans. “Oh, it is.” The problem is that I can
tell she doesn’t mean it. He has no idea, focused on his own orgasm but she is
not into him. That makes me a little sad; he is spending all this money to get
off and she doesn’t even enjoy him. Poor guy. I don’t find him all that
attractive, either, but right now, I would take anything. As I watch him fuck
her, I start touching myself.

“Is it okay if I use my fingers to come?” I ask. It is his
show after all.

“Oh hell, yes,” he says, and I finger fuck myself as I
watch him thrust in and out of her. Her pussy opens to let him in and I am so
jealous. No matter how hard I rub my clit, is just isn’t enough. She is lucky,
having her snatch opened by a big cock.

He yells out as he comes and she makes some fake sounds
that he seems to believe. His cum slides down her legs and he sits back,
admiring his mess. “Think you can go again in a few minutes?” He is looking at
the clock.

“You’ve got ten more minutes,” she says.

He rubs his dick fast to get himself hard again and then he
tells her to suck it. She buries her face in his lap. I play with my swollen
lips and watch his face. He is so happy to have her mouth on his cock and
watching him get pleasured by this prostitute makes me hungry for someone to
open me up. It doesn’t take long for him to come and he releases his load all
over his face.

“Hey, you. Come lick it off?”

I hesitate. Liam never clarified whether this would be
acceptable or not, but I don’t want to take any chances. My cunt screams in
agony as I say no. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Suit yourself,” he says. The hooker leaves and it is just
the two of us. “You look like you’re having a lot of trouble,” he observes.

“I am so fucking horny and I want cock so bad.”

“I mean, I guess you can ride me.” He looks disinterested
in me, though, and I don’t want a pity fuck.

“It’s complicated, but my pussy aches so bad.”

“I have something. Maybe it will help?”

He goes to his luggage and comes back with an electric
toothbrush. I take it and shove the back inside of me. The vibrations go
through my pussy and I push harder, trying to make up for the fact that it is
not a giant cock. He watches me stick it in and out of myself and seems
interested in how wet I am.

“Is that helping?”

“Not really,” I complain. “But at least your toothbrush
will smell and taste like cunt.”

He laughs and I give it back. He thanks me for stopping by
and I stumble to the car, my pussy lips so swollen I cannot walk straight. I am
going to die.

4.

Mike calls me a few days later and asks if he can stop by.
I debate, but I am trying to be decent and I still care about him. Despite the
situation with Katie, he is still a good man and I don’t want to be vengeful
and cruel. He arrives an hour later and I feel myself soak through my panties
as soon as he enters the apartment. I can’t stop thinking about him. This maybe
was a terrible idea.

“How are you?” He seems genuinely concerned.

“Well, my pussy is constantly throbbing, but otherwise, I
am good.”

“You haven’t fucked Liam yet?” He looks surprised and a
little happy. I suppose he wants us to work things out, but I am still hurt by
what happened with Katie. Besides, new leaf, I remind myself. Mike is part of
something that I am trying to walk away from without regrets.

“No, but that’s not the point. What brings you here?” I try
to act professional and move to the couch. Mike sits next to me and begins
rubbing my feet. I don’t pull away because it feels good and I figure it can’t
be cheating.

“Jayni, I miss you so much. Not only the way you fuck, but
I miss you. Everything about you. I can do what Liam is doing, too. It doesn’t
have to be about sex. I just don’t know how to survive without you.” He begins
to cry and it breaks my heart. I try to remind myself about seeing him with
another woman, but all I can think of now is this sad and empty man and how
much I still adore him.

“Mike, I can’t. It’s too late,” I say, although I don’t
believe it. I want to reach out to him, to make things okay, but I just don’t
know how to start.

“Please hear me out. I love you. Yes, I love your pussy and
I love how much of a slut you can be, but I also love you. I love that you
cared for me even after I hired you to be my whore. I love that you made
lasagna and wore nylons so that you could prove you were more than what I was
using you as. I love that you were willing to work for Maria to save my
company, and I love that you wouldn’t let me sell it. Finally, I love the way
that your hair sparkles when you are sitting outside in the sun. I love how
your toes curl up when you are thinking. I love that you can’t stand hearing
all of these things, because you are too decent of a person to hurt me.”

He is sobbing as he speaks and I just can’t bear to see him
in pain. I hold him as he cries. I feel so good taking care of him and I wonder
if maybe this is what it is all about.

“Jayni, I screwed up. I have been so terrified of feeling
anything since Eileen and James died and part of me wanted to hurt you, to stop
you from loving me so blindly. I warned you before that I would just fuck this
up and I knew I was as soon as I invited Katie over. But I am so broken without
you in my life.”

I let him wrap his arms around me and stroke my hair. We
sit like that, in a comfortable embrace, for a while, the only sounds his
broken breathing and the whispers of my name.

“Come to bed with me,” I invite him.

“No. I see how you are with Liam and I don’t want to mess
things up for you. I just needed you to know how I felt. You are not just
someone to fuck, Jayni. I know how much you love sex, but make sure you are
with someone who treats you right.”

“I wasn’t planning to screw you,” I say. “I just want to
fall asleep in your arms. I miss you intensely, Mike. I don’t know what the
next step is but hold me for tonight? Let’s comfort one another without it
being about sex.”

He agrees and we go to my room, me pulling him by his hand.
He undresses down to his boxers and I find a silk nightgown. We climb under the
covers and I ignore all of the parts of my body demanding more, letting him
spoon me, and drifting off with him breathing behind me.

#

W
aking up, the challenge is that Mike’s natural morning
erection is hard to ignore. Both of us are horny, but he manages to walk away.
He kisses me lightly and promises to call that evening. My concern is that Liam
is going to be coming over and I am now more confused than ever.

“I love you, Jayni, no matter what you decide,” Mike tells
me as I kiss him in the apartment doorway. I watch him walk down the stairs and
debate so many different ways to keep him with me; none of them makes sense,
though, so I go back into my room and think about what I should do.

Maria calls a little while later and I am no closer to
making a decision. “Jayni, meet me at my house. I have a very exciting job for
us.” The relief of being able to lose myself in work comes at the perfect time
and I leave my decision-making for later. I dress in an extremely short and
extremely tight dress and some leather boots. I feel sexy and my pussy drenches
the first thong I put on just picturing some action.

Before I leave, I decide to call Mike’s office. I don’t
know if Katie is still working for him. I speak with Alice and ask her if he is
in. As usual, he is holding his calls, but then I inquire about Katie.

“I’m sorry; she is no longer with us.” I hang up,
satisfied, and head to Maria’s house.

She brings me to the study where I first met her and found
Mike tied to a chair. That seems like ages ago now. There are two men sitting
on the couch, both already naked. Their huge cocks are waiting to go and I give
Maria a questioning look. I am sworn off of men, sadly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. They just want to watch you and me
get wild together. And then I will let them double-team me. Your boyfriend will
be fine with this.” I cringe at the word
boyfriend
and think about
spending the night wrapped in Mike’s arms. What am I trying to prove?

Maria slowly undresses me and tells me to get on my hands
and knees. The soft carpet reminds me of fucking Mike in the same place and I
feel tingling in between my legs. Maria is naked, too, and I look at her tits.
I am always so impressed by them; they are so huge and firm.

“She has nice tits, doesn’t she?” I say to the guys but
they both just glare at me.

“Sorry, Jayni. I forgot to add that you’re our toy and you
don’t speak.”

She reaches over and places a ball gag in my mouth, tightening
it so that I can breathe but that is all. Maria gets her head between my legs
and opens my lips. She flicks her tongue inside and out until I am soaking wet.
Her mouth works on my folds and clit and I make noises into the gag and cover
her face with my pussy juices.

“This is going to be fun,” she says, and I see a
double-sided dildo. She slips one end into me and then I see her position the
other end along her hole. She pushes back on her end and I do the same until
our asses are touching. I can feel her wetness as it slides over her end of the
dildo. I bite down on the gag and fuck myself, hitting Maria’s ass with mine.
It is the most intense feeling and I think, for a moment, that maybe I can
survive without cock. Then, of course, I look at the naked guys on the couch
and their throbbing, swollen erections, and I know nothing can compete. Maria
pulls away and tells me to turn over.

I lie on my back and she pulls out my gag. “Don’t speak,”
she warns me, and she slides the dildo back into her cunt. Her legs are
scissored with mine and we fuck each other’s twats. I watch her tits bounce as
she rides the dildo in between my legs. She is fucking hot and I start
contracting the muscles inside my pussy watching her. She leans over to me and
kisses me, her tongue licking my lips and then she sucks on my tongue. I feel
an orgasm that has been building for days start to rock my body.

“Bite my neck when you come,” Maria says. She pounds her
pussy into the mine, the dildo caught between us and driving us both wild. Her
thumb teases my clit and I lick her tits. She reaches her hands into my hair
and holds my head so that I am licking her neck and ear. My snatch tightens so
that the dildo is all I can feel and then I bite down hard on Maria. She
screams out and I come, feeling her pussy and mine soak the dildo and our cum
mixes along the toy.

I lie back and Maria tosses me another dildo with a clit
stimulator. I slip it inside and turn on the motor. My throbbing mound aches as
the vibrations get me ready again. Maria gets on top of one of the guys on the
couch and from my angle, I have a perfect view of him sliding into her pink,
fleshy lips. She is glistening and I turn the vibrations on to max. The other
guy pounds Maria’s asshole.

“Jayni, don’t you miss being fucked like this? I would die
if I were you. Your cunt must be on fire.”

It is and I push the dildo as far in as it will go. My
orgasm comes, but she is right; it is just not the same as a big, thick cock. I
let the clitoral stimulation continue until Maria and the guys all come and
tell me I can leave. They are still a tangled mess of cum, dicks, and pussy, so
I leave without saying a thing. At least I got off a few times.