The Promotion

It's remarkable how a heavy snow can temporarily transform the dusty old city into a wonderland. Traffic slows and is hushed, and pedestrians take time to actually look at their changed surroundings. Sure, it'll turn to slush by tomorrow, but for a little while at least, the often-harsh city lights are softly reflected on the white coating and blurred through the falling snow. Even the eternal noise of the city is muted. The Friday night crowds lining up for admission in the theater district look festive under the colorful marquees, the coats and hats of the theater goers dusted with snow.

The slowed traffic is a mixed blessing, though. I sat in the cab, stalled, fidgeting with impatience as we sat there, the meter ticking away. I wanted to get to Sly's apartment early enough to change into my working clothes: my diaphanous teddy, and stockings and heels, before my client arrived. I hoped that he too would be stuck in traffic. I knew Sly would not be pleased if I were late and he was forced to entertain an impatient client until I got there. Sly's social skills have improved considerably since I met him, but they're still pretty primitive. Like many big guys he is usually taciturn, and he doesn't have a lot of small talk suitable for clients. A rough life on the streets doesn't make for a lot of topics of general interest.

"Clients"? Yes, that's what I call them, and after considerable effort ("nagging", he calls it) I've managed to get Sly to call them that too. Sure, I sell sex, but I like to think of myself as a professional, and Sly's original word sounded harsh to me. Besides, I only work as a professional party girl part time: during the day I'm a copy reader for a prestigious law firm in the city. If you're wondering how I got into this business, it's a bit of a long story, but to make it short let's just say Sly blackmailed me into putting out for some of his friends, whereupon we both discovered (a) I had a talent for the business, and (b) I rather liked it, both the money and the sex. As a result, Sly suggested a partnership and I agreed. It's been a fun and profitable ride ever since.

Eventually I made it to Sly's apartment. And, as luck would have it, the client was late as well.

"Jesus, Princess," Sly said by way of greeting, "where the fuck've you been. It's late."

"I love you too," I said. "And hello. It may not have permeated into your little insulated world, here, but it's snowing out there."

"Don't be a fuckin' smartass, hunh? I know it's snowin'. Ya shoulda left earlier."

Sly is sensitive to the enormous discrepancy between my lily-white upper-class background and his own and resents being reminded of it. Usually I'm careful, but once in a while I let it show. Too, as our respect for each other's abilities and contributions to our little enterprise has grown he's become more tolerant, which has allowed me to relax my censor a bit.

I smiled at him to take the sting out. I really do like Sly, and don't want to hurt him. He's been very decent to me since we've been partners. It helps too, that well beneath his tough and cynical exterior he's a pretty good guy.

"Anyway," I said, I've got time to get dressed. If he gets here before I'm ready, the anticipation will do him wonders. Just let him sit and think. Now, tell me a little more about the guy, will you? You didn't say much over the phone."

"He's a pretty well-heeled businessman, near as I can make out. What I got was that he had just scored a big deal or a promotion or somethin' and wants to celebrate. You're part of the celebration."

"You mean like the lady who pops up out of the cake?"

He smiled. "Yeah, sorta. But without the cake, okay?"

"I'll do what I can."

"Atta girl, Princess. You're the best."

Sometimes I think Sly feels the need to be my coach. It's cute.

I went into the bedroom where I keep my various outfits for entertaining clients in Sly's apartment. I chose a frilly little red nylon number with matching stockings and heels. It seemed somehow celebratory. Also, it draped nicely over my breasts, and the thong was more discreet than most, suitable for a 'businessman', yet still quite accessible.

When I came out, Sly looked me over carefully. He smiled his approval. "Nice," he said, which for Sly is exuberant praise.

A few minutes later the bell rang. Showtime. I headed for the bedroom. Through the door I heard Sly admitting the client and going over terms with him. In a minute he opened the bedroom door to reveal me standing there, looking provocative. I appreciated the way the client's eyes got wide, and then he smiled and turned to Sly.

"Jesus, she's gorgeous. You weren't kidding." He turned back to me, and I'm pretty sure Sly ceased to exist for him. In any case, Sly discretely retired to a corner chair to keep a watchful eye on the proceedings. I prefer having him nearby on incalls in case things go pear shaped. If a client objects, he'll go to the bedroom. Most don't, though. Some even like an audience.

"What's your name, Honey?"

"Vicki," I said. "With an i."

"I like it. And I like you. A lot."

"Thank you. So," I said, "My partner tells me that you deserve a little celebration. I'd like to help. What's the occasion?"

He looked a little surprised but smiled sheepishly.

"I got a big promotion at work," he said. "I kind of felt I needed to celebrate."

"That's wonderful for you. I'm sure you've earned it. And congratulations. I'm pleased and flattered that you'd like me to help you celebrate. Here, come join me on the couch and let's see what we can come up with together to make this a memorable occasion."

I took him by the hand and led him over to the big couch that holds a lot of good memories for me. I sat down in front of him and undid his belt and unzipped his fly. I slid his pants down and he stepped out of them.

"Well," I said, examining the bulge in his shorts, "this looks like a good place to begin."

I reached in through the opening of his shorts and deftly extracted his cock. I watched it slowly inflate. When it was nice and firm, I kissed the tip and took it into my mouth. I closed my lips firmly on the shaft and probed the slit with my tongue. He gasped and moaned a little. I leaned back, then, while smiling and keeping an ostentatiously appreciative eye on his manhood and undid my teddy while he watched. I let the front fall open.

Going back to work on him, I gently worked his shorts down, careful not to snag his very erect rod. He gasped whenever I touched it, so I was particularly delicate with my fingers. I didn't want to rush him. When I had him fully exposed, I guided his hands to my breasts and then addressed myself again to his member. He was breathing heavily by then. His hands felt good on my breasts, so I rewarded him by taking his cock into my mouth a couple of inches and sucking on it gently. I felt it swell and grow warmer as more blood flowed into it. It felt good.

He took his hands off my breasts, then, put his hands behind my head with his fingers laced to keep me steady, and began to probe in and out of my mouth. I sucked harder and massaged him with my tongue. Now he was moaning openly. His movements became more pronounced as he delved deeper and deeper into me. His warm, full cock felt very good in my mouth, so I moaned a little myself.

His probing became more erratic as he approached his climax. He would probe deep into me and pause before withdrawing, savoring the feeling and letting me work on him. Then he would accelerate his pace, with quick plunges and equally quick withdrawals. He was gasping, now, lost in the euphoria that precedes an orgasm. I knew his world had diminished to nothing more than the feel of his swollen cock in my warm mouth. My hands kneaded his ass, encouraging him. With one hand I cradled his balls, hefting them and feeling them tense. His cock pulsed and delivered a few warm drops of cum onto my tongue as his body marshalled itself for the ultimate release we both knew was imminent.

He could hold off no longer. He moaned and gasped. I felt his cock swell and then pulsate violently as his pent-up semen forced its way through it to burst in an ecstasy of release in my mouth. Over and over he spurted into me, rapidly at first and then more leisurely as his reserves drained. I sucked in synchrony with his pulsating release, massaging his spurting cockhead with my tongue, gently cradling his testicles and happily listening to him groan with pleasure.

He had quite a load. I was impressed. Within a few ejaculations he had filled my mouth. I swallowed some of it and felt some of it leak out around my clasping lips and run down my chin. I felt warm drops on my breasts. I was really enjoying this one. Definitely worth the effort!

At last, his spurting slowed and stopped. I sucked him a few more times to get the last of his semen. Then I just waited, his cock still comfortably ensconced in my mouth, as his heavy breathing slowed, and his hands relaxed. Finally, reluctantly, he backed away and his deflating cock slid out of my mouth through my cum-wetted lips. When he was out, I took my hand and held his semi-inflated cock while I kissed the tip. I raised my face to him and made a show of swallowing his magnificent load. I smiled.

"Congratulations," I said. "I hope that we've celebrated your promotion."

"Oh God, Vicki," he said breathlessly. "I can't imagine a better way to celebrate. Thank you, thank you."

I smiled. I always feel good when I've done a good job for a client. It's nice to be appreciated, too.

After the client left, I cleaned up and changed into my civilian outfit. Then Sly and I sat around for a little while, mostly talking business. He congratulated me on my good work, and I told him how much I appreciated his finding good guys for me, and I thanked him for taking care of and protecting me. I made some coffee, and we decided to catch the late news on TV. It was a Friday, so I didn't have to get up early the next morning, and I've always felt that it was a good idea to cultivate my relationship with Sly, business or not. He's an interesting guy.

The local news was all about the snowstorm enveloping the city. Schools would be closed, traffic was a mess, etc., etc.

Sly looked at me for a moment.

"Whyncha stay here tonight, Princess. You don't gotta go to work tomorrow, do ya?"

I gave him a long and piercing look.

He smiled.

"I'll take the couch," he said.

Aside from the bizarre start to our relationship when he blackmailed me into it, Sly and I have had sex only a few times, and those strictly under my permission. Look, I like the big guy, but I need to keep our relationship professional. He doesn't understand it, but he has enough sense to honor my request, and I'm grateful to him for the respect he shows me. I doubt he's ever respected any other woman in his life, so it means a lot. I was very taken by his offer.

"Okay," I said. "See you tomorrow."

I headed to the bedroom. I closed the door and quietly locked it. It felt pretty good to get out of my clothes and snuggle down, naked under the warm blankets, just thinking about what was going on in the city outside.

Around 1:30 or so I was still lying awake.

I got up, quietly unlocked the bedroom door, and stealthily made my way over to the couch. Sly was lying there on his right side, with a light cover on him, sound asleep.

For a long moment I stood there and watched him sleep while I made up my mind.

Then I lifted the blanket and poked his chest, hard.

He opened an eye.

"Bed me, you big lump," I said quietly. I turned and walked to the bedroom. Without a word, he got up and followed me.

When he got there, I was lying on the bed, legs delicately spread, my long dark hair casually arranged on the pillow. He stood quietly, taking in the scene. He loomed large, his well-muscled and somewhat scarred body dusky in the dim illumination of the city lights coming in the window. I could see his big cock, already erect. He didn't say a word, just walked over to the bed and climbed in on top of me.

I felt that great instrument of his pressing on my already moist labia.

Sly can be terrific cocksmith when he wants to be: he's had lots of experience with women. He's taught me a few techniques I'd never thought of (or been too embarrassed to try if I had thought of them!). But tonight, he sensed that I didn't want any frills. He used his powerful arms to keep most of his weight off me but pressed downward with his hips. My nether gates willingly parted, and I felt that great big warm cock of his penetrate me, deliciously stretching my sensitive membranes and filling me wonderfully.

Sly wasted no time. He began at once to pump me. He pulled no punches. On the downstroke his massive body drove me deep into the mattress with its full weight, ramming his thick cock deep into me, probing my very womb. His hard groin pressed hard on my swollen clit, sending electric shocks through me. On the outstroke it felt like the suction would pull my innards out through my vagina. Oh God, I loved it. I gasped and moaned. I put my arms around him and pulled his hard chest firmly against my hypersensitive breasts while his hips rose and fell. I kissed him, and our tongues explored each other's mouth with passionate frenzy.

After just a few of those magnificent strokes he groaned and pushed hard into me and came. His big cock swelled and stretched me even more and then bucked and jerked, pulsing with life as his powerful muscles forcefully shot hot bolus after hot bolus of his sperm into me, filling me with its warmth. overflowing and running warmly down between my legs. That did it for me. That magical fire ignited in my clit and between my quivering thighs and raced through my body and I came, hard, squirting and moaning, my head helplessly thrashing on the pillow. I loved every second of it! The world disappeared in a rosy glow.

For long seconds after our mutual orgasm had ended, we lay there wrapped in its warm afterglow, listening to our breaths gradually slow. Sly relaxed but still kept most of his upper body weight off me. I was pleasantly aware of his great warm cock, still buried deep inside me, softly pulsing with his heartbeat as it gently and quietly squeezed out the last drops of his precious fluid, unassumingly delivering them into my depths. He gave a quiet sigh of satisfaction near my ear, and I could feel him begin to soften. Neither of us said a word. After a few moments, he languorously pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I felt empty.

I took a moment to gather my scattered wits and raised myself up on one elbow. I looked down his length toward his big, beautiful instrument, glistening darkly in the soft glow of the early-morning city lights. I smiled fleetingly at the memory and then turned serious as a thought occurred to me. I raised my eyes to take in his face. He looked very happy, lying peacefully, with closed eyes. A gentle smile curved his full lips.

After a moment I said quietly, "Sly?"

He opened his eyes. His gaze instinctively darted down to my bare breasts and then drifted up to my face. He waited patiently.

"Okay, Sly," I said. "Truth time. You gave up so easily out there earlier tonight. Did you figure on something like this happening?"

He looked up at me. His expression turned serious. He took a few seconds to consider his reply.

"Princess, I've known you a long time, now," he slowly began. "And I still can't predict you. I've never known a woman like you. You're beautiful, smart, sexy as hell when you want to be, and too God damned independent. You're full of surprises, which can be pretty scary at times. So no, I didn't know. But whatever else you may be, Babe, you're a hell of a partner."

I smiled. "So are you," I said. "But pleasant as it was, just don't expect this to happen again any time soon. I like our relationship the way it is. Business first. Let's not fuck it up."

We both smiled at that.