I watched the packed dance floor. Things were getting hotter. The music was louder, the lights dimmer. Bodies rocked together – brushing, touching and teasing. Men and women.
Didn’t quite see it happen. My attention was focused on the hot bodies swaying on the dance floor. As I sipped a drink my eyes leveled on her. She was sitting right across.
It was a table for two. I wasn’t expecting company that night. Don’t know exactly when she slipped into the chair. Her blue-gray eyes mocked me. They seemed to say,
“Dancing is not what you are here for…you want to fuck, don’t you?”
Then she smiled. And I had to put the glass down. I was in serious danger of spilling my drink. She looked ravishing. Highlighted blonde hair cut short. Wide smooth forehead. Full red lips.
“Are you supposed to be here?”
I couldn’t believe I said that. After all, I had done my fair share of under age drinking and bar hopping. But she looked so young.
“Why shouldn’t I be…I can do anything she does?”
She pointed to the woman I had been talking to earlier. She pouted – a jealous look on her face.
“How old are you?” I laughed.
“Old enough,” she said.
“Ok, fine. Would you like a drink…and please don’t ask for anything alcoholic.”
“I am drunk.”
“Yeah, I can tell. But you aren’t drinking anymore.”
“Oh. You’re turning out to be a boring old jerk wad.”
We walked to the bar. Black hot pants and a tight red tank top. Her ass swayed as she walked. Sexy ass. She was almost a woman. I got her a root beer. She pouted. But didn’t leave.
“What’s your name?”
“Erika.”
“Erika. Nice name. I am Jack. Pleased to meet you.”
She rolled her eyes.
“So, tell me, what do you do? High school?”
“Dropped out.”
“Parents.”
“Don’t have.”
“What are you doing in Miami?”
“I came to Miami beginning of summer…ran away from...you aren’t a cop, are you?”
“Nah. We just met. At this bar. We are talking. People talk, you know?”
“I know!”
“Ok, then?”
“Then what?”
“What’s your story?”
“I had a uncle who I lived with. Fucker. He beat me. And stuff. Ran away days after my eighteenth birthday. Don’t want to talk about that.”
Her face had changed. Anger. Eyes flashed. I had touched some deep resentment.
“So what do you do here?”
“Business.”
“What business?”
“Listen, Jack. You wanna take me to your hotel room or not?”
“Hotel room! You a hooker?”
“You asshole. Think you are hot shit?”
“Sorry. It’s just that you seem too young…”
“I told you I am old enough.”
“I believe you.” I soothed her, “It’s just that I didn’t expect to be approached in here.”
I smiled at her and said,
“You did it so well. Had me fooled. I swear I thought you were just a club regular…hangin’ out. Didn’t even think I’d get lucky with you. I am sorry.”
She seemed pleased.
“You didn’t think you’d get lucky with me?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I do hang out here…waiting for the losers to get horny.”
“Nice.”
“It’s business,” she said stiffly.
Then with another one of those spectacular drink spilling smiles,
“So what do you say? Your room…or I can arrange one.”
“Hmm…let’s do my room.”
“Oh. Great! Um…it’s fifty bucks for an hour. You can do whatever you want. Except I don’t do ass…”
“Cut the sales talk, honey,” I said taking her hand, “Let’s go.”
I was on one of those six days-five nights packages to Miami. Soaking in the sun during the day and the night life during the nights.
“I take the money first,” she declared.
We were in my hotel room. I counted five big ones.
“That’s five hundred bucks…ten hours of your time.”
She giggled,
“I am robbing you…what are you? A freak or something? Think you can fuck for ten hours?”
“Yeah. Superman. I can fuck for ten hours.”
“You serious?” Her eyes looked at me – innocence.
“Am yankin’ your chain, honey. Listen, I want you to sleep on that bed. I’ll take the couch. We’ll talk in the morning. I’ll even buy you breakfast. What do you say?”
“You kiddin’ me?”
“No, hon.” And I kept looking at her – my face serious.
“You aren’t kidding. You are weird!”
“Just say yes!”
She looked doubtful,
“What’s your game, weirdo?”
“No game, Erika. I want to talk to you. But you are drunk right now. I am too – a little. So we sleep and talk in the morning. Fair?”
“Not fair. I have business!”
“Don’t be silly. What business? You won’t make five-hundred bucks with anyone else tonight!”
She considered this for a moment. Then said,
“All right. So I sleep. You do weird stuff while?”
“No, Erika. I sleep too. No weird stuff. I promise.”
“All men are pigs. And all they want is pussy.”
“Indeed.”
“You don’t think so?”
“I haven’t had the same experiences you have had, Erika,” I said patiently.
“You are weird!”
And with that she jumped into the comfy king-sized bed. She put her arms around a couple soft pillows and sat up.
“A show? Oh, yeah. You want a show, don’t you?”
She pulled up the tight tank top she was wearing. Black bra under. Tan lines showed above her cups. Perky boobs. Man. Did I ever want to fuck that beauty. Right there. To her I said,
“No, Erika. I don’t want a show. I want you to sleep. And get some sleep myself.”
She pulled down her tank. I had to laugh. She looked so cute – like a little girl. And confused. Pouting. I don’t think she had ever been in this kind of a situation
“So you think you are too good for me?”
“Of course not. I think you are a great person and I’d be privileged to…”
“C’mon, fuck me. I am slut. I wanna fuck.”
“Good night, Erika.”
“Good night, ass wipe.”
“Yeah, that’s nice.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What?”
“Are you a psycho…will you kill me while I sleep?”
“Don’t be silly. And you don’t have to sleep if you’re scared. You can leave after ten hours and a room-service breakfast.”
“All right, weird dude. You got it! Now go away.”
I settled into the couch for the night. It had been a long day and I slept. While half asleep I felt something warm and soft press against my body. I reached with my arms and cuddled. It felt good.
My hands cupped rounded tits. Kissed a sensual open mouth. A warm soft hand caressed my crotch. My body tingled with pleasure. Then I woke up.
Erika! She was totally naked. I was so turned on. My cock was hard. My heart pumping. My body wanted to fuck. Needed to fuck – I hadn’t for months.
The touch of her naked body aroused me. Lust. My hand streaked down between her legs. And found wet. Desire wreaked through my body. I will never know why I did what I did next.
I jumped up and flipped lights on.
“What do you think you are doing?”
I had raised my voice.
A thin sheet covered her slim body. Heaving breasts and erect nipples. Flat belly. Her mound outlined where the sheet dipped between her legs. Golden hair on the pillow.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Her voice trembled. She was crying. Lips quivering and big tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Oh, Erika. I am sorry.”
“You don’t want me? Am I ugly to you?”
“You are beautiful.”
“But you don’t want me?”
I had been wearing a boxer with a slit upfront. My hard cock was peeping out. I looked down at my cock.
“What does it look like to you?”
She followed my eyes. And grinned. He face lit up again.
“Oh. You want me!” she exclaimed.
I sat down on the edge of the couch. I took her hand. Wiped her tears. She touched my hard cock. Her shapely thighs pressed into me.
The sheet moved and her perky tits showed. Bikini tan lines and large areolas. Swollen nipples. Oh man. It took all my self-control to not put my mouth on those tits.
I grinned back at her,
“Yes, I do,” I said truthfully, “Very much…I would love to. I have wanted to from the moment I set my eyes on you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“But, you won’t?”
I shook my head. My hands caressed her silky hair.
“You are the strangest man I’ve ever met.”
“I know.”
“And why won’t you?” she asked.
“Wish I knew,” I replied.
“What do we do now?”
“Let’s go for a walk.”
Stars shimmered in the clear night sky. Sand at our feet. The sound of waves crashing relentlessly in our ears. We talked about her life.
She had lived with her uncle since she was twelve. Things had become progressively worse as she grew up. He had started making passes at her. And finally had forced himself on her days after her eighteenth birthday.
She had gone out with friends. And when she came the incident happened.
“I cried the whole time.”
“What happened?”
“He was mad with me for staying out late. Asked me what I had been doing. I told him none of his business now that I was grown up.”
“Yeah?”
“He turned hostile. Told me I should show him what a grown woman could do. I told him to fuck off. And he came after me.”
“Where did it happen?”
“In my room. On my bed. He overpowered me. I was wearing a skirt – no leggings. He tore my panties off. And used his weight to pin me down as he did it.”
“What did you do?”
“I resisted initially. But he slapped me so hard. Why do all men slap women so well? Is there a summer camp for boys where they teach you to slap women?”
I shook my head. She continued,
“He held me by the hair and forced his cock in. I was hostile. Not wet. Not ready. But he went in, anyways.”
“Did it hurt?”
She laughed,
“He was small. I could handle him. But, yeah. It did hurt ‘cuz I was hostile and not willing.”
“Yeah?”
“He finished inside me. Didn’t pull out or anything. The asshole. He could have got me pregnant. Luckily I had my period the next day. So I couldn’t have got pregnant – the rhythm method, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened afterwards?”
“I walked around with his jizz inside me. I was mad. I ejected his cum. Showered. I left home the next day.”
“And what have you been dong in Miami?”
“I tried waiting at tables the first couple days. Then I got this offer from this gal who sat at one of my tables. She told me I was pretty. And could make more money as a hooker. We share the rent now. What did I have to lose at that point – my virginity?”
