James Thompson looked down at the young blonde who had his dick currently in her mouth. He stood over her with his hotel robe opened as she knelt before him, his cock sliding in and out of her heavily painted ruby red lips. He estimated that she was probably 19 years old, 20 at the most, and she was cute. She had shoulder length blond hair, smaller but perky tits, and an ass to die for. She was a dancer at the strip bar he visited earlier tonight that he immediately took a liking to. James had a lot of experience at strip bars when he was away on business, so when he saw her at the club, he made an educated guess that she worked as a prostitute on the side. During a private dance with her, he offered $300 in Bitcoin for her to come back to his hotel room after her shift, which she quickly accepted and agreed to.
She had told him that her name was 'Summer', but he assumed like most strippers, that was just her stage name. He honestly didn't care what her name was, he just cared about getting his rocks off with her. He grabbed the back of her head and started jamming his dick harder into her mouth. He got excited when he saw streaks of ruby red lipstick smeared on his dick.
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Sarah, who went by the name Summer at work, knelt in front of the virtual stranger while he plunged his dick in and out of her mouth. Although she really didn't know this man at all, it was not something that was unfamiliar to her. She was 19 years old, and started working at a downtown NYC strip club almost a year ago to help pay for her tuition at NYU. After about 6 months, she started taking these "extra jobs" because the money was so lucrative. Even after giving the club their cut, she still made quite a bit of money for not that much time or effort.
Most of these extra jobs entailed exactly what she was doing right now, sucking off some guy until he gets off. Most of the tourists that come into the club are way too timid or scared to want to take it any further with a prostitute, and were happy just with a blowjob. On the rare occasion, it would entail full on sex, but tonight wasn't one of those occasions. This guy only paid enough for a blowjob, plus she had some homework to finish up when she got back to her dorm.
Suddenly the guy, Sarah remembered his name being 'James', grabbed the back of her head and started to be a bit more forceful, aggressively jamming his cock further and faster into her throat. Sarah didn't panic, she has had a lot of experience with all kinds of different Johns in the past 6 or so months. She would just use her expertise to make the customer cum faster, thus ending their session quickly. As the cock penetrated her throat, she skillfully wrapped her tongue around his shaft and sucked as hard as she could.
The effort had its intended effects as the John's body stopped moving and stiffened up. She knew his cumming would be imminent. She removed her mouth from his cock and stroked his shaft with her hand. Within seconds, he began to shoot ropes of cum from his penis. She positioned the head so that he shot onto the carpeted floor rather than her face. This guy was giving her creepy vibes, and she wanted to get out of there soon. Having to clean herself up would cause her to stay that much longer.
When he finished shooting his seed over the hotel room floor, James collapsed back onto the chair, his robe still opened. Summer stood up and straightened out her clothes. She had not even bothered to undress knowing that this was a simple in-room blowjob. It was always a little awkward when she was done and ready to leave. "Ok, I hope you enjoyed it. Whenever you are back in town and at the club, we can do this again." she said as she picked up her purse and headed for the door.
James instantly got angered when he saw Summer heading out. He quickly rose up and forcibly grabbed her arm. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he growled.
She looked down at his hand squeezing her elbow and calmly said "You paid for a blowjob. You got a blowjob. Our transaction is done, now let go of my arm."
James squeezed her arm tighter. "Our transaction will be done when I say it's done. I paid you $300. That was not a $300 blowjob. Now take off your clothes and lie back on that bed." James said with malice in his voice.
"Listen, that isn't going to ---" she began to say but was interrupted.
[SMACK]
She felt the pain of a sudden backhanded slap across her cheek. Sarah could taste her blood inside her mouth.
"Now take off your clothes before I rip them off. If I have to ask again, I won't be so nice." James said.
Sarah composed herself. This was not the first time that a client had gotten violent with her. She knew the most important thing was to stay calm and let them think that they are in control.
"Fine, just give me a minute. I need to go put in my diaphragm. I wasn't expecting to have sex tonight." she said.
"Make it quick." James responded.
Sarah made her way into the hotel room bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She quickly pulled out her phone from her purse and texted a simple message to Darryl. "911 - Room 1032".
She hit 'Send' and then waited.
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James waited in the hotel room for Summer to get out of the bathroom. She was taking a little while longer than he expected, but it was fine. He needed time to get hard again after he came so fast from the blowjob. He tried stroking it while he waited, but it wasn't having much effect.
His concentration on his lack of erection was interrupted from a sudden rapping on his door.
[KNOCK] [KNOCK] [KNOCK]
"There's a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. Can't you read?" he screamed through the door at the unknown visitor.
"This is the hotel manager. We've had an issue with your credit card on file. It seems that there have been a number of significant in-room charges made to the card. There are so many that it is maxing out your card." the person responded through the door. "We have to get this resolved or you are going to have to put another card down on file to cover your bill."
"What the fuck?" James thought to himself. "I didn't charge anything to the room." He quickly tied the robe closed and opened the door.
When he opened the door he was confused when he saw the large black bouncer from the strip club in his doorway. "What the fuck?" James said. Obviously this man wasn't the hotel manager.
Without warning the man pushed his way into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He then grabbed James by the collar of his robe with his left hand, and then proceeded to punch him relentlessly with his right fist.
James was taken by complete surprise as the bouncer rained blows down on him. The man's fists felt like steel as they made contact with his face. The pain became excruciating until James was given somewhat of a relief and fell unconscious.
Darryl finally relented and dropped the man to the floor when he saw that he was unresponsive. "You can come out now." he yelled.
When Sarah emerged, she saw Darryl rifling through the John's wallet, pulling out all of his cash. He handed the wad over to her and said "Here you go." She quickly counted it, there was over $400.
She peeled off $100 and handed it to Darryl. "Thanks for the help."
Darryl nodded as he pocketed the $100 and then began to look through the man's phone, going through all his contacts. He determined that the person named Charlotte was his wife based on the text exchanges with her. He smiled and asked "Do you have any tools of the trade in your purse?"
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Charlotte woke up on Thursday morning and everything ached. Her head was pounding from the alcohol she drank, her vagina and rectum were sore from all of the sex she had, and her nostrils were raw from all of the cocaine she snorted. At least she was in the comfort of her own bed, she thought. She just wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep for the rest of the day.
[BING]
She groaned as she heard the notification of an incoming text come from her phone. She forgot to enable her Do Not Disturb setting.
[BING]
Another notification.
"Ugh." she said as she reached over to check her phone.
There was a text from Dominick.
Hey - my brother came into town to visit unexpectedly. I know I promised a proper dinner, but how about you just swing by tonight and we can all drink some wine together and have some laughs?
The thought of drinking almost made Charlotte vomit right then. She quickly typed a response.
I'm actually not feeling really well. Sorry but it's going to have to be another time.
After hitting 'Send', she enabled her Do Not Disturb setting and put her phone down on the end table. She pulled the covers up over her head and rolled over, falling quickly back to sleep.
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A few hours later, Charlotte woke up for the day. She was unsure of the time, and did not really care. Her body ached less but her head still hurt somewhat. She swung her legs over and sat on the side of the bed.
She recalled the events from last night, she had been fucked multiple times by both her brother-in-law and her sister-in-law. To top it off, she did a multitude of drugs, something she had never even considered before. She held her head in her hands and tried to make sense of everything that was happening to her.
As she sat there contemplating everything, she only then realized that she had been sleeping in the nude. She had almost no recollection of coming home last night. She vaguely remembered calling for an Uber, but that was about it.
Looking down at the floor, she saw a crumpled pile of clothes. "Well at least I was dressed when I came home." she thought humorously to herself.
Charlotte needed a coffee to clear her head. She got up and made her way to the kitchen, not bothering to put any clothes on as she walked through the house. The cool air on her skin actually felt good.
She made her way to the kitchen and fumbled putting in a pod into her Nespresso single cup brewing machine, she didn't want to wait to brew an entire pot. She poured ice into the coffee to make it cold so she could drink it that much faster. When it was cool enough, she gulped the coffee down greedily.
The caffeine would take a little bit of time to help alleviate her headache, but she needed some more immediate relief. She opened the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured a generous amount into her coffee.
