The lights on Derby Boulevard shone bright, illuminating the busy city street. It was nearly eleven-thirty on a Saturday night and the place was jumping from the night clubs, the jazz joints and the late night cafes. The air was filled with noise; the music from the clubs, the laughter from the girls, and the shuffle of busy footsteps of the passersby. It was a typical night in a bright city I hated. The rotten, stinking city I inhabited, day in and day out, the city that chewed me up and spit me back out again.
I stared out the windshield of my car, watching the circus of laughter and light while some doll was going to town on my cock. I took a long drag from my cigarette and closed my eyes. The doll's mouth was warm and soft as she slid gently up and down my stiff rod. I placed a gentle hand on the back of her head, guiding her steadily as she bobbed up and down. She moaned a faint whimper of delight, but she didn't stop. She knew she had more work to do.
I didn't know who she was and I didn't fucking care. Just another two-bit broad I caught looking to con me out of my wallet back at the diner. She thought she could easily slip a hand for my cash, taking me for another sucker, and I'd be none the wiser. I grabbed her wrist and shot her a look. I didn't say anything, I didn't want to create a scene for the girl; but I didn't let her go and by the wrist I took her outside.
She gave me some story, took me for someone else, she says. I told her I'd seen this show before and if I had a right mind I'd call her in, have the boys take her downtown. But after some talk we came to an agreement to satisfy both parties.
So there I sat, the dizzy dame slurping on my dick like her life depended on it. It wasn't going to take long, the doll knew what she was doing. She'd probably made this deal before with some other chump. What did I care? It wasn't for me to worry about, instead I just threw my head back, closed my eyes and began to pump her mouth full of seed.
She was a talented dame, I'll tell you that. As I shot my dick milk into her face, her tongue continued to swirl around my flesh sword. I let out a soft moan as she swallowed my load, her lips still tightly pressed around me. I felt her moist tongue caressing my shaft. I thanked her with another burst of fresh ejaculate. She placed a firm hand on my dick and began to pump it feverishly, her mouth sucking harder to get every drop out of me. I think this girl liked it. I blew one more giant wad into her throat and relaxed.
I sat there for a moment, spent. I bit into my cigarette and let out a sigh of satisfaction. It had been too long since my last nut. The girl giggled as she nursed on me a bit longer.
I shook my head. "Hey, doll," I said to her. "I appreciate what you've done for me, but I'm going to have to ask that you get out now."
She released my dick from her mouth, and began to clean herself up. "Can't a girl powder her nose first?"
These broads were all alike. I put my dick back into my pants, fastened back up and took another drag.
She looked over at me. "So are we all settled up then?"
I nodded. "Yeah, we're settled up fine, baby."
"Oh good," she replied. "Then maybe I'll see you around sometime." She opened the car door and got out.
I watched her walk down the boulevard, blending in seamlessly with the late night crowd. Dizzy dame.
***
The traffic was jammed up all along Derby Boulevard. It had been ten minutes since I kicked the girl out of my car and I'd barely made it a quarter of a mile further. The only thing different was that it had started to rain. It was almost midnight and the night clubs were ready to close. People were making a run for their cars, dodging between the vehicles in the road. A stupid move if you ask me what with the rain coming down. I could hardly see the car ahead of me let alone the nimble jerks racing between the fenders.
There was a loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightening. Just then something caught my eye. What was it? Had I hit someone? I hadn't felt anything hit my car. There was another flash of lightening and that was when I first spotted her.
She was incredible. She was a tall, beautiful woman with shining blonde hair and legs I wanted to reach out and touch. She was dressed in a short, shimmering white dress that danced with her breasts as she ran up the boulevard.
I sat there gaping when I noticed she was looking right at me. I quickly focused, tightened my grip on the steering wheel, and watched as she made her way directly to my car. She clutched her purse over her head with one hand, and the other reached for the door handle on the passenger side. Quickly, and before I could say a word, she jumped into my car.
"Drive, Mr. Barkley, drive!" She said anxiously.
I stared at her. She was stunning. A perfect woman: voluptuous, fresh, wet and out of breath. Her enormous breasts heaved from beneath her wet dress.
"Mr. Barkley, I said drive!" She cried.
How did she know my name? Suddenly, the car behind me laid on its horn. I immediately pulled myself back and looked forward. The traffic had begun to move. I accelerated and started down the boulevard again. Slowly, I looked back at the girl.
"Hey lady, who are you?" I asked.
"Oh Mr. Barkley, we don't have time for that now," she replied. "We have to get out of here quickly. Turn left onto Manhattan and keep going."
"Where to?" I asked.
"Away from here!" She replied anxiously. "Take me to Helmsley Mansion and we can talk there."
Quickly I jerked my head to get a good look at her. She said Helmsley Mansion. Could it really be her?
She turned to look out the passenger side window. Somebody must have been after her. Who wouldn't be, a beautiful girl like that?
