Plot suggestions and all comments pro and con are welcome at justinnewjerseyt@yahoo.com . Thanks, Justin.
Actually, the next week went by kind of fast. I kind of just blocked it out, but I think I had over ten "dates" thanks to Miguel. He said I really didn't have to dance anymore, that I could make more money (for him of course) by escorting. I did dance once, and still he sent me off with someone that night from the bar.
I was pulling about two dates a night, three if it was a Saturday. Somehow I settled into it. Mostly just guys who wanted to blow me. Some kinky stuff, like the guy who wanted to get in his shower and then have me piss on him. Freak even took some of my piss in his mouth. One guy wanted to worship my body- I mean I'm hard but not muscular or anything. Whatever. After he got his eyeful he got his rocks off.
The "a" number one freak by far was a queer who wanted me to twist these clamps on his nipples and call him names. But mostly it was just a blowjob, although I was letting some of them touch my chest and ass, as long as there was no kissing.
Miguel took most of the money. I needed more minutes on my cell, or he had to buy food and beer for his place, had to pay the rent or electric bill. He even told me that since he was driving me to dates once in a while, I owed him for gas. I had expected to make $125 on a $175 date, with him taking $50, but usually he just gave me $20 so I could go to the Laundromat with my clothes (and he had me doing his shit too), or so I'd have carfare or money for some burgers.
I wanted to have more of the money I was making so I could get out and get my own place again, but it hadn't been too bad. Miguel was leaving me alone, as long as I went out on a date as soon as he called. He'd had Nicole take a few photos of me, headshots and from the waist up without a shirt, and they put these on the Web. It seemed to help. Nicole shot a couple without a shirt, and with me just wearing boxers.
It was about 3 AM when Miguel rolled in. I was watching TV on the couch. I had had a date earlier, and got home around eleven. He sat down and told me to get him a beer. He saw the money I brought back for him on the coffee table and just scooped it all up and pocketed it. He put on porno and seemed in a weird mood. It was hot out and he was sweating. I could smell his pits when he stretched his arms.
He told me to roll him a joint and I did and I lit it for him. He didn't share any with me. I just watched the porno in silence. Finally he said, bitch, I'm horny, and you ain't sucked your man for a week. He started to stroke his crotch and stared at the TV.
No man, don't I plead. He just reached over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me down on my knees, between his legs.
Shut the fuck up faggot, he yelled, and get down and do your job. I'm horny and when I tell you to suck, you say how long. Now pull it out. I'd done it before, I thought, and he was in a real foul mood. I unzipped his jeans and reached in. He was hard already, and I fished his dick out of his boxers.
It smelled like it had before, and his crotch was all sweaty. I guess I hesitated too long because he just pushed me down on it and said suck it I said. I put it in my mouth and started to go up and down on it, real careful not to get my teeth on it. Pretty soon he was ready to blow, and he grabbed me by the ears and just started to fuck my mouth. He blew his babies a minute later, and held me down, ordering me to swallow.
After I had, he relaxed a little, but I could feel he was still tense. Then he got up, and shoved me down on the floor. Don't ever make me tell you twice, he said. As he was going to his bedroom for the night he said I should be ready in the morning to do it again. From now on he said, when he wanted his cock sucked, I was gonna be his cum dump.
Sure enough, the next day, when he woke up about noon, I heard him calling my name (hey bitch). I had been cleaning up the kitchen like he told me, careful not to wake him. He was laying on his bed, naked, with his cock sticking up as he stroked it. Dude was hung, let me tell you.
This time, he wanted me to tell him how much I wanted to suck his cock. Said he wanted to hear how big it was, how much I liked having it my mouth and ass, and how I should beg him to let me do him. I'd heard a customer lay this shit on me, when he was about to blow me. It was ass, but I obliged Miguel, anything to make him happy. And besides, I'd sucked him off a couple times now.
So if it made him happy to hear me say how much I lived for his cock, what the fuck. I just got up on the bed, straddled his crotch, and got to work. It was even smellier this morning, and his asshole smelled too. He told me there was dried cum in his pubes, and he wanted me to suck it out. I did.
Miguel told me to pull off, right when he was ready to blow, and catch it in my hand. I did, and then he ordered me to slowly eat the cum in front of him. All the time I did this he laughed at me and called me a cock-sucking faggot.
He told me to get the fuck out while he had breakfast and a shower. He didn't have to tell me twice. I was humiliated and my mouth was sore. I pulled on a sleeveless tee and grabbed a couple of pills a trick had given me to relax.
I really needed money too. I only had fifteen bucks. The prick was being stingy. I headed towards the department store on Market Street. One of my dates said he had gotten a few blowjobs there in their men's room. Said the guys didn't charge much and it was quick and easy. I figured I could pick up a faggot and let him blow me for forty, then I could think better with the help of the Xanax and a little money.
It didn't take long before a saw a businessman eye me up outside the bathroom. I followed him in and went into the handicapped stall with him. He handed me two twenties and reached for my crotch, unzipping me. He was a pretty good cocksucker, and as he sat on the toilet, I shot my load in his mouth, a few minutes later.
He left right away, and then I left the stall too. I thought I heard someone in the stall next to me, and shit if the door doesn't open a bit as I walked by. The Xanax and the blowjob had really calmed me down, but I almost fell over when I looked in and saw Robbie down on his knees sucking off a big fat guy.