Twelve Nights (6 page)

Promptly at ten o’clock he heard a knock on the door of the
suite.

“Hello,” the young woman smiled as he opened the door. She
looked to Jimmy like she was about twenty-five years old. She extended her
hand. “My name is Monica Standish.”

Her handshake was as firm as her high breasts.

“Come in, Monica,” Jimmy held onto her hand as she stepped
through the door. His eyes liked the inventory. Red hair that smelled faintly
of flowers. A simple black dress, only sexy because of the body underneath. And
the body – long slim legs, no waist to speak of, those high breasts,
squarely erect shoulders. Her face was pretty but not striking, rounded chin,
soft lips in a small mouth, bright green eyes – probably contacts, a
simple nose. Jimmy liked her.

“So are you Amber?” he asked.

She shrugged. “That’s the name I usually use. You said you
wanted my real name.”

“I’m Jimmy Buko.”

“I know,” she smiled. “What would you like to do tonight,
Jimmy?”

Monica turned into Jimmy’s arms and draped one hand on his
shoulder. The other found the growing protuberance in his crotch. Jimmy
sniffed.

“I like the smell of your hair.”

“It’s the dye.”

“The dye?”

“You said you wanted a redhead.”

“What color is your hair normally?”

“Light brown.”

“You don’t have to dye it next time.”

“Thanks. Actually, I kind of like the red.”

“So do I.”

Jimmy buried his fingers in the shoulder length softness.
When he lifted his hands, curls fell like silk off his fingers. Meanwhile her
hand was working wonders with his cock.

“Unzip me,” he ordered.

Monica reached both hands down. Somehow she managed to
continue fondling even as she worked the zipper down and separated the folds of
the jockey shorts. Jimmy sighed as his cock sprang free of the restraints.

“Do you want a quickie for an appetizer?” Monica asked. The
girl had done her homework.

Jimmy led her to the bed. She pulled a strip of condoms from
her bra and dangled them seductively. Jimmy motioned for her to continue and
she unwrapped one rubber and rolled it slowly down his upright organ. Then she
stripped off her underpants but left on garter belt and stockings. She hiked
her dress up above her waist and lay back spreadeagled. Her high heels made
small round dents in the coverlet. Jimmy leaned above her and inserted himself
with one hand. She was dripping ready. Her muscles tightened around him and he
groaned and began to pump.

“Come quick, lover,” she offered. “We’ll do it slow later.”

Jimmy held himself above her, so that only their genitals
touched. He pumped in and out, quickly setting a furious rhythm. Her vagina
squeezed and her hips moved up and down in perfect synchrony with him. Almost
before it began it was over. Jimmy’s back arched and his eyes squeezed shut as
life fluid pumped from his fire hose. He leaned down and kissed the girl on the
cheek.

“That was good, Monica,” he complimented her.

“We aim to please, Jimmy,” she teased. He liked her sense of
humor.

Jimmy stood up and stripped off his clothes.

“I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”

“The red will wash out of my hair,” Monica explained. “I
don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Fair enough,” Jimmy agreed.

Five minutes later they stood under the hot spray. The
premium suite had shower heads at both ends of the tub, so both bodies stayed
hot and wet. Jimmy handed Monica a bar of soap. She lathered his chest and then
dragged the soap down each arm. He lifted one elbow and she gently pulled his
armpit hair and then squeezed the suds into his skin.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

Jimmy nodded. Monica took the tube of toothpaste she had
brought into the shower and squeezed a portion onto her tongue. She licked the
toothpaste onto Jimmy’s nipples and sucked and nipped and tongued the hard
little buds to a goose-pimpled ache.

“I want you right now,” Jimmy groaned. “Right here.”

“Be patient, sweetheart,” Monica crooned. “Good things are
worth waiting for.”

Her hands were soapy again and lathering his abdomen. He
waited impatiently for the agile fingers to move lower. They didn’t. Instead
Monica leaned into him and massaged his chest with hers. The soapy slickness
slid between their bodies and Jimmy grabbed her head and pulled her roughly
into a deep kiss.

“Now,” he growled.

“I’ll do you with my mouth,” she offered.

Jimmy nodded and watched as Monica squeezed more toothpaste
onto her tongue. She knelt in front of him, placed his hands on her shoulders
and grasped his organ. She carefully licked the toothpaste all over his erect
cock and Jimmy was glad of his grip on her shoulders. When his cock was a foamy
slick white shaft and his groans louder than the shower spray, she finally
guided him into her dark moist cavity.

Jimmy lost awareness of her exact movements as her tongue
and teeth suddenly were everywhere goading him toward another rapid orgasm.
Fingers gripped his buttocks and nails dug painfully, erotically into his taut
flesh. The suction of her mouth pulled him faster than his wont and he
struggled to maintain a semblance of control over breathing and heartbeat.
Unsuccessfully. She was in control and he knew it and his cock knew it and
exploded at her insistent and repeated and irresistible demand. She choked only
once as he emptied into her, his pump organ rocking her head back and forth. He
steadied her head with his hands and continued pumping until the final vibrations
stilled. His cock was still rock hard.

“That was good,” he gasped inadequately.

“You’re still hard,” Monica commented. She sounded
distressed.

“It’s okay. I came.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

Jimmy leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She was right.
The red was leaking out of her hair and staining her shoulders orange.

“You were perfect,” he reassured her. “I’m a hard case.”

Jimmy batted his still erect cock.

“Can I have a minute before we go again?” She still sounded
worried.

“Everything’s fine, Monica.” Her anxiety was not unique and
Jimmy sighed. He doubted he would ever find a woman who actually wanted to have
sex as much and as often as he did. He sighed again. “Let’s wash that red out
of your hair.”

Jimmy lifted Monica by the elbow and stood her in front of
him. He gently bent her head toward him and poured on a generous dollop of
shampoo. His strong fingers massaged as he worked the shampoo into her scalp.

“You’re hired,” Monica called out from under his hands.
“That feels heavenly.”

Jimmy redoubled his efforts under her praise. When at last
he turned her around and under the spray, the last hint of red washed down the
drain at their feet.

“Do you want conditioner?” he asked.

Monica nodded and Jimmy squeezed some into his palm. He
again massaged her as he worked the salve into and through her hair, combing
with his fingers as he worked. He felt Monica relax under his ministrations.
Once they were both well-rinsed, they wrapped themselves in the giant hotel
bathrobes and drifted back out to the main room.

“I’m going to order room service,” Jimmy told her. “Are you
hungry?”

“Starved,” Monica admitted.

“What would you like?”

“Whatever you get is fine for me.”

“Pretend I’m not paying you, Monica. Tell me what you’d
like.”

“A BLT no mayo and a diet coke.”

“That’s it?”

Monica smoothed her hands down the concealing robe. Jimmy
laughed and picked up the phone. For the next hour, they sat and watched CNN as
they waited and then ate. Jimmy was impressed by Monica’s grasp of economic and
political affairs as she added intelligent commentary to the news reports. She
eventually admitted that she was working on her master’s degree in sociology
and financing her way by selling her body.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to get a college loan?” Jimmy asked.

“Too much to pay back,” Monica said around a bite of
sandwich. “Besides, I like sex.”

“You don’t feel used?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “It can get ugly. But I’ve
learned how to take care of myself. I’m really careful. I checked you out, you
know.”

“How did I rate?”

“First class all the way,” she smiled. “If I were an
unscrupulous girl, I’d think you had meal ticket written on your forehead.”

“But you’re not.”

“Nope. I’m the independent type.”

“I like you, Monica. Let’s fuck.”

“Absolutely.” She stood and kissed him on the cheek. “Just
let me brush my teeth.”

When she came back into the room, she asked him prosaically,
“How many more times do you think you can do it?”

Jimmy shrugged. “I’ve never run out yet.”

“Is that a challenge?” Monica smiled.

“No, sweetheart,” Jimmy stood and pulled her into his arms.
“I don’t want to wear you out. You say when we’re done.”

“You’re the sweetheart, Jimmy,” Monica whispered in his ear.
“I’ll make sure you get your money’s worth.”

Soon they were naked on the bare bed, covers and pillows pushed
to the floor. Jimmy slid his hand down between Monica’s legs and felt hot slick
wetness. His finger found her bud of desire and twitched it experimentally. She
jerked up into his hand.

“You don’t need to do me,” she whispered. Jimmy ignored her.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He continued the same motion, gently pushing and stroking
the tiny organ. He hoped she was telling the truth and not faking for the
money. His cock had finally wilted as they ate and now it lifted its head and looked
around like an emerging groundhog.

“Don’t fake anything, Monica,” he warned.

“I’m not,” she gasped.

Jimmy lowered his head and touched her with the tip of his
tongue. He slid two fingers inside her cavity and settled his mouth firmly onto
her soft folds. His tongue found her bud and flicked it rapidly as her breath
accelerated to match. When he nipped her gently with his teeth, he was rewarded
with a gush of hotter stickier fluid and he knew she had come.

“God, Jimmy,” she moaned. “Thank you!”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes! Come inside me now. Please,” she gasped. “I want to
feel you inside me.”

Jimmy took her at her word and lifted himself above her. Her
fingers shaking, she unrolled another condom down his length. Either she wasn’t
faking her arousal, or she was the best actress he’d ever seen. She slid him
inside her and sighed as his fullness found its home. This time he rested on
his elbows and allowed their bodies to meld. He took her head between his hands
and massaged her temples with his thumbs. She wrapped her legs around him and
twined her fingers in his hair.

“You’re the best, Jimmy,” she breathed and bit his ear.

He began to pump quietly inside her. This time he was
determined to go slow, to milk the fuck for every ounce of pleasure for them
both. Then Monica sunk her teeth into his upper arm. A hickey. She was giving
him a hickey. Thoughts of slow pleasure evaporated into animal lust and the
pace of his cock quickened. Jimmy slipped his hands from her head and down to
her buttocks. There was something he wanted to know before he got too lost to
think.

He slid one fingertip around and around her soft asshole.
Monica sighed and arched up into his body. His hand followed her movement and
his finger grew bolder. He pressed the tip inside her anus. She didn’t protest.
He thrust further and felt the squeeze of her vaginal muscles. Was it protest
or… No, it was coming orgasm, he decided as her buttocks clenched around his
finger even as her vagina hugged his cock in a pulsing embrace. Jimmy held
tight to his control until he felt her ass relax around his finger. She’d been
here before. She liked it.

Jimmy left his finger inside her as he pumped harder. Her
squeezing augmented every sensation and soon he was lost to blind and primitive
rutting. Dimly he heard her encouragement as he pounded inside her harder and
harder, closer and closer. The explosion when it came was stronger than the
time before. Jimmy collapsed onto her chest, then raised himself and kissed her
bruisingly on the lips. His mouth attacked and devoured her as his cock had
eaten her softness below. She belonged to him, his primitive brain crowed.

But she didn’t. Sense returned. He paid her and so did a lot
of other men. But, God, she was good. He rolled off her and lay on his back,
still panting. His cock wilted slowly in the cool air. Monica rolled onto her
side and draped herself over his chest.

“You really are the best, Jimmy,” she crooned.

“You’re not bad yourself,” Jimmy chuckled.

“Not bad?” she teased. “I’m the best too. What we have here is
the best and the best.”

“Sounds like a new sitcom.”

“More like a porno movie,” Monica laughed.

They lay quietly for several moments. Then Monica’s hand
found Jimmy’s cock.

“It’s so cute when it’s limp,” she commented, stretching and
twisting it above his belly.

“It won’t stay that way for long if you keep doing what
you’re doing,” Jimmy warned.

“Good.”

Monica knelt over Jimmy’s legs and lowered her head to his
crotch. She maneuvered the still limp penis into her mouth, where it instantly
sprang to attention. She sucked gently then raked the growing shaft with her
teeth. Then she raised her head.

“How old are you, Jimmy?” she asked.

“Forty-two.”

“Amazing,” she murmured and lowered her mouth to its task.

As Jimmy felt himself approaching the point of no return, he
lifted Monica’s head.

“Will you let me come into your anus?” he asked.

“Yes,” Monica whispered.

“Do you like it?”

“I …” Monica began enthusiastically. Then her expression
softened. “I’m okay with it.”