Whore Diaries II: Adventures in Independent Escorting (8 page)

As soon as he texted I hooked up a hotel room, which is ever so much more comfortable for two people than my bat cave would be. Then snacks and the work bag and off to the airport to get Mac, who looked like a cartoon character buried under her big bags in a big wheelchair with her fluorescent black light-reactive hair.

“I think she can handle it,” Mac tells the airline lady and she vanishes.

It’s hard to explain Mac’s presence, but it’s big, sweet, strong, crazy, and wise. She’s lost so much weight. We get the bags and go back to the room. Sleep, perchance to wake up early and make money.

I hit snooze too many times and reset the alarm so that when I do finally get up and take my dog out to the van there’s only a half-hour to get ready. It only takes me a half-hour to get ready. Shave, get hair wet, set out candles, condoms, and lube, and make the room pretty. Everything takes twice as long with two whores, though.

I’m still naked and wet, throwing the stuff explosion into a corner, when he calls. He’s just pulling in. I give him the room number and tell him to go slowly, and don’t knock, just come in. The maids are in the hall again.

I’m halfway dressed when he comes in, so I give him a big hug and then shrug and put my bra on.

We talk for a while.  He and Mac have places in common, his team did well at nationals, school is out for the summer. The Professor never instigates sexual contact. He doesn’t want to be creepy. So I get naked and reach for his clothes and we all end up on the bed kissing and groping and then Mac sits up and announces her status as a recently deprived blow job queen.

I’m surprised when she reaches for a condom. She’s usually a BBBJ (bareback blow job) kinda girl, but she must be respecting my practices with my clients. Isn’t that so sweet?

The Professor looks a little nervous. He’s not really into letting go and feeling things, so he takes this opportunity to tell her how it’s all about the woman’s pleasure - but of course giving head is her pleasure. I’ve noticed that submissive ladies do really well in this biz. Mac starts to roll the condom on and I lean over and shove a nipple in his mouth.

Every time the Professor tries to stop things and ask how she is, Mac just raises a thumb above her head and keeps sucking. The professor even starts to get into it a few times, moaning into my mouth as we kiss. So hot.

When Mac pauses the Professor says it’s our turn, and he dives between my legs. I’ve been training him for a few years now, and he’s pretty good at getting me off. I cum a tiny orgasm though, just enough to feel great without getting tired. My body knows how to control these things now.

Then he’s licking Mac but soon she’s on top of him. She moves so fast and makes the sexiest noises and I take blurry phone pictures and kiss the Professor, who is one of the few men whose spit tastes good mixed with my juices.

“Wanna try doggy style?” someone asks and then we’re recreating one of the hottest moments of my life – Mac getting fucked from behind while licking my pussy.  Unfortunately the heaving bed and my head hanging off make me feel sort of seasick and I think my poor bleeding tummy is about to puke up some bloody stomach acid, but it doesn’t. I raise my head and Mac lays off my pussy a little and we all make sexy noises and then it’s my turn to be on top.

The thing about the Professor is that he doesn’t cum. Ever. We switch condoms and I climb on, using an expert finger to shove his half-soft dick inside me. I roll back and forth on it and don’t throw up until he starts telling me to cum, and then I fake it. After Mac’s authentic multiples though, I have to do better than one fake lackluster orgasm. So I work myself back up slowly and this time I actually cum, with more twitching and no puking. He loves my cunt contracting around his cock, so I keep doing it, stronger and stronger.

“Wow, I think I could get off like this,” I say. “When I squeeze the muscles in the back of my vagina it shoves your cock into my G-spot. Is it like that for you, Mac?”

We talk about how our bodies work while I squeeze and release my muscles and work up to half-faking the most spectabulous orgasm and then I lay twitching on his chest to make it obvious that I can’t handle any more pleasure.

He says how amazing we are and how this is his first duo and it’s amazing.  Then he leaves and we rush to get out of the room before the maids yell at us about checkout time.

I remember liking Jim, but I can’t remember why. In fact, I can’t even remember what he looks like. The details are foggy, but I think he’s either a pilot or works on the oil rigs up on the slope. He was on my list of people to email when I came back to town, though, so I did.  He said he was working but he would be back soon and wanted a duo with Jane and me.

Before he arrives, Jane and I try to fill each other in on Jim.

“I don’t remember what he looks like.”

“Me neither.”

“He might be tall.”

“Yeah, I think he might be a pilot or something.”

“Right, he definitely works out of town.”

I look back at our emails to see if I’ve said anything I should remember, and see that he never asked and I never told him what our duo rate is. Last time, the first time I saw him, he’d wanted to see Jane, but she was busy and he had to go to work on an airplane at midnight, so she gave him to me. He asked what my rate was and I told him I honored Jane’s rates for Jane’s clients. He must have gone to my site, because when he left and I counted the money, it was $130 more than Jane’s rate and $50 more than mine. Maybe he’s going to overpay us. That would be so awesome!

When I open the door I, really don’t recognize him at all, but I guess that’s normal for me. I pull him in and kiss him. He’s tall and a good kisser, but he tastes kind of yucky. I spit one of my cinnamon Altoids in his mouth. I’m all concerned about getting bacteria from kissing lately, so I have a mouthful of antibacterial Altoids.

He wraps an arm around me and I press my boobs into him, my face turned up to meet his lips.

“Come see the pretty new room,” I say and lead him back to Jane's room. Mine is too small for three people.

“Oh, this is nice,” he says. If I were a client, I wouldn’t think this was nice, but my clients do seem to think it is. Very strange.

“Oh, heyyy,” he says to Jane when we get into the room. “Long time, no see, stranger.”

I help him out of his clothes and hang them up like a fancy ho; Jane mouths at me that she thinks she remembers him.

“Do you have any plans for the holiday weekend?” she asks in her loud kindergarten teacher voice. The thing that annoys me about working with her is that she makes every interaction so superficial. What did you do for the weekend, what kind of sports car do you like, where did you go to high school?  I make everything intimate.  Actually, yesterday someone told me that I’m inappropriately intimate in conversation and although it was meant as a kind of criticism I took it as a compliment.

I bounce onto the bed next to Jane and pat the spot between us with a big grin. Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m a crow girl from a Charles de Lint book. He crawls up and says, “This is better than Christmas,” and I tell him it’s about to get even better.

Jane starts kissing him and I grab the lube and start my magic hand job. See, we have a routine now, Jane and I.  He has a big ball sack and a little cock and he moans when I scrape my nails lightly over his balls. He gets hard and I remember he’s a grower, not a shower, though it’s still small. He turns his head and kisses me for a while and I spit more cinnamon into his mouth and then I dodge it and kiss down his neck and Jane shoves one of her big tits in his mouth.

When he comes up for air, he asks if he can go down on me. Fuck yeah!

“Now I remember what I loved about you!” I say as he goes down on me. I’m having one of those sexually frustrating weeks where everything turns me on but nothing gets me off. Even when I have him doing exactly the right thing with his mouth and his fingers and Jane’s licking my nipples and everything’s perfect, I can’t seem to get over that last peak into orgasm. Then Jane tells me to get it, girl and for some reason I feel all oppositional, like how dare she tell me to have a good time? Just when I start to get into it again he leans, then rolls over my leg to start licking Jane. It’s a veritable buffet of vagina.

I kiss down his back while he’s licking her and then I have the bright idea of crawling under him and sucking his dick. It’s dark under there, and the smell is not the best. Actually I think the cinnamon might be making everything else smell bad, especially latex condoms that are hard to get on small dicks in the dark, but I use my mouth and suck it on. He moans and squeaks and then I remember this is why I liked him, because he’s so responsive. At first I just swish my tongue around and around. Cinnamon and latex definitely don’t go together. I practice taking him all the way in, which is easy because he’s just a perfect mouthful. When I start sucking he really starts squeaking and twitching and Jane says, “wow, did you just come in her mouth?” and I say “uh-uh” around his cock.

This is definitely what I loved, his willingness to give in so completely to ecstasy. I practice playing his body with my tongue for a long time in the darkness before someone suggests a change of position.

“I want your cock so bad,” I squeal. “Sorry Jane, I know I’m such a cock hog lately.”

She rolls her eyes behind his back. Actually she’s having some hormonal thing and doesn’t feel like dick inside her.