XI
She was still a shivering mess by the time I reached out to the top of the bed side drawer and took a condom out.
"What are doing?" She eyed my hand as she asked. I shrugged casually as I ripped it off.
"Protection, I doubt you want to get pregnant for a guy you just met.." I say as I struggle to wear the condom.
"You're not tired?" She sat up and asked incredulously.
With my fore finger on her sweaty chest, I gently push her back down on the bed.
"Tired? I haven't even began yet."
She was still soaked through and through. The pinkness of her vagina glistened with her juices. It looked so inviting, and I took the invitation.
"You're still so wet for me.. you wanted this." I tell her while running my fingers through her inner thighs. I saw goosebumps rise on her skin. In one movement I plunged inside her.
She accepted me wholeheartedly, for the first five seconds I was in shock. Inside her was more than I had expected. I felt her buck underneath me. Her moans brought me back to the four walls of the the hotel room.
"Yes.." she moaned.
I took over the reins as I started to stroke in and out of her, I knew she liked it rough, so I wasn't going to make love to her.
"Fuck me.." she demanded in sharp moans.
And that was exactly what I did. I grunted in pleasure as the excitement began to build. Thawing in and out of her body.
In a second, I flipped her over. She was on all fours, her ass arched up to face me, her stomach flat on the bed, her hands behind her back. She parted her legs open, from that angle, the light hit her in the a way that her juices almost glittered.
Her moans stopped me from almost worshipping her right there. I entered her slowly, she let out a little cry of satisfaction. She moved her body back, she was fucking me instead. I threw my head back each time our bodies collided.
"Spank me." She ordered as she continued fucking me. I didn't have any inhibitions towards spanking, so I did it. She let out the most beautiful sounds as my open palm connected to her bare ass.
Her strokes were getting weak, I knew her knee was getting weak. I took control, pinning her hands together with my left hand, I held her in place, and stroked as hard and as fast as I could.
She cried out in sheer pleasure, my right palm connected with her ass again. She wimpered so tenderly, I had to stroke her back. I felt it coming, I knew I was about to cum. So I stroked even faster.
Her body went slack on mine as I went rigid. We were both panting so hard like we just ran a marathon. Our sweaty bodies collapsed on the bed. I removed the condom from my softened member and gently put it in the trash.
"That was... Mind blowing.. or numbing.." she mumbled the last part under her breath. Causing me to laugh out loud.
"Where did you learn to do that?" She turned to face me as she asked.
"To make you cum three times in a row, or to make your legs shake so much." I asked cockily.
She snorted then turned away from me.
"Shit." She sprang up from the bed as she cursed.
"What happened?" I followed immediately.
"This is a cocktail party, or was anyway. I came her to find funds, I get an orgasm instead." She huffed.
I looked at the bed side clock, it was already well past midnight. My own eyes widen, mom must have been worried sick.
"It's already too late." I comment before reaching for my phone. Fifteen missed calls, I wince. My phone was almost always on silence.
She let out another string of curse words as she looked at the time.
"What do you need funds for? You own a business?" I ask casually.
She stopped trying to find her clothes for a minute and stared me down. Then looked away again, leaving me with the clearest view of her ass.
"Why? You want to invest?"
I cleared my throat before answering, her ass was distracting.
"If you give me a good pitch, I just might."
She stops, pours her clothes back on the ground. Picks up her red purse from the mess, and walks back to the bed. She perched at the edge, her fingers worked the lock of the purse and produced a pack of cigarettes.
"Do you mind?" She waved it in my face as she asked.
I blinked in disbelief, but give her the go ahead. A cigarette was lit and in between her lips in a few minutes.
"You already saw the product.. you obviously liked it.." her eyes glued to my member pointedly.
"You're a hooker?" My confusion was apparent.
She frowned,
"Not yet.. I wanted to see if it'll get me profit first before I became a full time sex worker." She placed emphasis on the sex worker.
I blinked,
"So I was the first.. patronizer?" I avoided the word customer so I didn't offend her.
She laughed a little before nodding.
"So what do you think? Are you willing to invest?"
I tilted my head to the right,
"You have to be a little specific."
"We have sex whenever you want, and I get paid." She wasn't mincing words.
I liked her boldness, but I didn't like permanent flings.
"Before you say anything no, it will be purely business, I won't be having feelings." She said hotly.
"Will you be doing this business with someone else?" I needed to know if I was at the risk of contacting something, even after wearing protection.
"You'll have to pay more for exclusivity." Her shoulders shrug calmly.
I didn't need to think about it. It was good.
"We can call it off at any time." I told her my terms.
"After you've paid me everything you might be owing me."
It was a good deal.
"Do I need to pay you for today?"
She waved dismissively, "that was just a pitch."
I nodded.
"What's your name?" I asked.
She stared at me dead in the eyes, unmoving.
"Theresa.."
"Kennedy." I offer my hand for a hand shake. We shook on it, we were officially business partners. We even exchanged phone numbers.
"By the way who is Clarissa?" She asked, catching me off guard.
"Why?"
"Oh she must have been important then, will she be a hindrance towards our little agreement? Your girlfriend?"
"No she won't."
"Good, because you were moaning her name."
That made me feel exposed.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, I started to wonder how you knew my mom and why you were moaning her name.. then I figured it might have been your ex girlfriend or something."
"Your mom's name is Clarissa??"
"Yeah.."
I wondered how many Clarissa the world had. I didn't even know so many people bore the name.
"Wait, you are still going out?" I asked after noticing she was fully dressed.
"Yeah, I have other things to do. I called an Uber too." She said lighting another cigarette.
"Wait." I called out to her before she left the door.
"Are those real?" I said pointing at her boobs. The question was on my mind before now, they were too big.
She laughed.
"Nothing on me is real, I worked on everything." She said before leaving.
Two minutes after she left, it rang in my memory that, she worked on everything.. does everything include transgender??!