Dave showed me where lube was kept in a nightstand drawer, as well as condoms should I decide to go all the way with a "client." He also retrieved a new toothbrush for me from his apartment, some hotel mouth wash and finally threw my panties in his washer. I would have to be commando for the next hour or so and would need to bring spares of everything my next shift.
"One other thing" he said, "if you ever get a freak so bad it scares you, flip any of the lights in the room on and off two times fast. You can pretend you're having trouble with it. That turns on a light out front and I come running in. Don't worry about false alarms, your safety is first."
I was still tingling all over and could barely stand, much less walk, and somehow in my mind I thought my first time would both begin and end with significant cuddling. This was not to be. When Dave returned from throwing my panties in the wash and bringing the toothbrush, paste and mouthwash I had already slipped my skirt and blouse back on. wiped my face with a wash cloth and was fixing my make up. He was dressed except for his shoes and that his shirt was unbuttoned. Before I went to the bathroom for oral hygiene time I slipped my arms around him and purred just a bit, a small sigh to let him know how good I felt fresh from the earth shattering orgasm he had given me.
He turned and faced me with a smile.
"Sorry babe, we can't. We're already late opening the bar. The hotel manager gets upset if we open too late."
"Oh." I said, somewhat dejected, then a question occurred to me. "Does he know about, uh, the arrangement?"
"Yeah, about that. No, officially he doesn't. Unofficially he will want a cut starting in a week or so. I usually just throw him a couple hundred as he doesn't ask how business is. Thing is, until then, if he takes an interest in you, he might want to work it out in trade."
"You mean fuck me?"
"Yeah, but just tell him your limits, he will abide."
"What if those limits are 'Ewwww I don't want to touch you!'"
"Then you won't work here long, and that would be a shame. But I wouldn't worry about it. Most girls think Bryan is an okay guy."
"You're being awful loose with who I, uh, sleep with."
"No, you can always say no. I just supply the clients and do the PR work with them. But if you say no to everyone, then really, what is the point? You have to earn a living. Anymore questions?" He smiled but his voice was firm. It was clear I would have a limited number of times to turn down a client.
Only one occurred to me, then two. "Yes, first, what is the lube for?"
"Oh. You really are new to this. Put a big gob in your hands and rub them together before you give a hand job. It makes it easier and feels better."
"Okay. I'll try to remember that. Second, and then I'll leave you alone, when I was fooling around with you, I got sort of worked up. If that happens again, what do I do?" I confess I was almost too ashamed to ask this.
"Well either let the customer help you out, or after he leaves take care of things yourself, or after work I will. If you want him to, put it in the form of something extra that he can do if he tips. Just don't ever say you're charging for it."
"I think I can wait until after work." I smiled.
"Great! Sounds like we have a date at ten!" He grinned. "Seriously though, don't worry. We all get worked up here and its nice to take care of each other. Happens all the time."And then we had to get up and open the bar.
He unlocked the bar door though there was no one waiting, then took the time to show me how to take drink orders. We didn't serve food but the hotel had a full service restaurant that we could call in orders to, however since it also served alcohol generally people just went there to eat. Our customers were generally here to drink, but the select few knew of our expanded services. It took about ten minutes to learn the menu, mostly the wine list, but there was a copy of it on each table so I didn't expect any questions. My job was just to write down the orders, smile, and check the tables every few minutes for refills. Well, and the obvious.
I spend most of the first half hour staring at Dave's package and wondering what it would feel like in the other end of me, and occasionally, "accidentally" flashing him a view up my skirt. I was acting the total slut and I could only figure it was because our little romp was enticing but that I was not as yet satisfied. It was about when Dennis arrived that I got my first wave of anxiety. Before then I had been unabashedly horny, and it had all been hypothetical to some extent, but when a real potential client arrived I got nervous. Could I really give sexual satisfaction to a stranger in exchange for money? I guess I was about to find out.
Dennis sat at the bar so I didn't need to wait on him and Dave sent me to the back to inventory some item we didn't actually have so he could barter. A few minutes later Dave came into the store room with a smile.
"Okay, I got you three hundred, and from what Brandi," the last girl to hold the job, "said he's a great one to start on. Usually just wants to watch you while he strokes, and tips a lot."
"Watch me what?"
"Uh, you know, touch yourself."
"Oh."
"What is it?"
"Its just... I really don't do that. I haven't since I was twelve or so, my mom said it was disgusting so I didn't do it anymore."
"She catch you?" Dave laughed.
"No, just, you know, when we had the talk."
"Well, I don't know what to say. It should come naturally, and its not disgusting. Just strip down slow, its okay to seem nervous and act silly a bit if you feel like it. Then lay down, rub your boobs, wet a couple fingers or stick a couple inside"
"That is so gross!" I exclaimed.
"Uh, no. No its not. Anyway, use your wet fingertips to rub your clit. Circles or letters of the alphabet work best. Honestly, if I had known that"
