Chapter 2
My heart pounds wildly against my ribs. “$100 to…I-I can’t. I’m not going to…to have sex…with you?” It comes out as a question because even as my stomach churns at the idea of having sex with Blake for money, my desperation to continue sleeping safely in a warm bed has my mind racing, unbelievably considering his lewd offer.
Under any other circumstances, I would jump at the chance to fall into bed with him, but this is too much. Too impersonal. There would be nothing romantic about it, not like I’ve always dreamed my first time would be, and I think it would kill a piece of my soul.
There’s a soft, pleading tone to his deep voice, almost like we’ve switched places, and he’s the one begging now. “I won’t touch you. I just want you to bend over and show me your pussy. You don’t have to do anything else.”
Instead of kneeing Blake in the balls or slapping him like I should, I hesitantly ask, “That’s it? No touching, just…showing?”
“That’s it, Lora. That’s all you have to do, and I’ll cover $100 of what you owe.”
To our mutual surprise, I make the decision that will help keep a roof over my head for another month. “O-Ok. I’ll…I’ll do it.”
Blake’s knees buckle slightly, and he finally drops my elbow, nearly tripping over his feet to flip the overhead lights on in the kitchen and living room since the sun is setting outside.
Before I lose my resolve, I turn around, giving him my back when he rejoins me. My hands shake so violently that it takes me a few tries to lift the hem of my top, unbutton my black work jeans, and pull my zipper down. I can hardly breathe through my panicky thoughts at what I’m about to do when I hook my fingers in the waistband of my pants and panties and push them down to the tops of my thighs, then lean forward to brace my hands on the cold arm of the couch.
Blake’s voice is breathy when he says, “Lower. Push them down to your ankles and bend over all the way with your elbows on the cushion.”
My legs threaten to give out, but I do what I’m told. For $100, I can just lay here and let him look at me…down there. I won’t be able to face him again after today, but I can do this, just this once.
“Oh baby, there you go. Scoot your feet apart,” he says in a near-whisper, and it’s then I realize I have my trembling thighs clamped tight together. I drop my belly on the arm of the couch as I inch my feet outward. “Wider. Keep going.” I follow his command until the band on my jeans can’t stretch any further. “Good girl,” he rumbles with a huskiness that makes me want to slam my thighs closed again.
A shiver skates down my spine, and the goosebumps peppering my arms spread across my entire body at being called a good girl. No one’s ever said that to me before, and my lower belly flutters at hearing it now, even as I have the urgent impulse to tell him that I’ve changed my mind, pull my jeans up, and race out of the apartment with only the clothes on my back.
It’s only the threat of sleeping on the sidewalk or a park bench that has me dropping my forehead on the couch cushion while Blake looks at my exposed private parts. I can do this. Just pretend I’m taking an uncomfortable nap. Then it’ll all be over, and I’ll be $100 closer to covering rent this month.
I’m stuck in my head trying to figure out exactly how I can earn the rest of the cash when I hear the metallic clank of Blake unbuckling his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. I rear up, fear turning my muscles into jelly, and shout over my shoulder, “I told you I’m not going to have sex with you!”
There’s a desperate edge to his voice when Blake croaks out, “And I told you I wouldn’t touch you. Please, baby…If you want your $100, you’ll bend back over and stay there until I’m done.”
“Done with what?”
He doesn’t answer me, and I war with myself over what to do, wondering if I can trust that he’s telling me the truth or if I should cut my losses and run. When I remember just how miserable my old life used to be, I slowly lower myself back down and drop my head again, imagining myself snuggling up in my warm, cozy bed after this.
Over the sound of my blood pounding in my head, I hear Blake moan, followed by frantically fast, wet slapping noises, so I can only assume he’s masturbating. My knuckles go white as I try to dig my fingers into the cushion, willing myself not to bolt, and only start to relax when he keeps his word and doesn’t touch me.
“$50,” Blake grunts. “I’ll give you another $50 if you spread your ass cheeks and pussy lips. Let me see inside you.”
Again, I silently debate whether a warm bed is worth it or not. It is. I don’t know where I get the guts to do so when I tell him, “$100. If you want to see…in-inside m-me…then I’ll do it for another $100.” Blake whines but doesn’t answer, so I reach behind me and palm my butt cheeks, barely parting them to tease him.
He moans and says, “Oh fuck, baby. Ok. $100 if you pull them all the way apart and tilt your hips up even more.”
It’s a strange victory, negotiating for more money like this and winning. If I do what he wants, I’ll have $200. I hook my pinkies over my lower lips, spread them and my cheeks, and readjust my hips against the couch until I’m bent at a sharper angle.
Blake gasps. “Lora, baby, oh god. There you go. Such a good girl, showing me your pretty pussy. Fuck!”
The obscene, wet slapping noises start coming faster together while his moans grow louder between heaving for air like he’s running a race instead of just masturbating. His dirty words send a shockwave through me that I don’t understand, and I’m breathing as hard as he is, even though I don’t move so much as a muscle.
Blake lets loose a pained grunt as something crashes to the wood floor. I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel what must be his hot breath on the backs of my thighs. I scream and try to lunge forward, but there’s nowhere to go.
“No! Don’t move. Stay just like that, baby,” Blake begs in a booming voice, surprisingly, without touching me.
I freeze in place, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I don’t dare twist around to see him because I don’t need to. That heavy thump on the floor was him falling to his knees behind me. I whimper when his raspy breaths fans over my skin, so close to my intimate regions.
“Another $100 to let me lick it. Please, please, I need to taste you.”
“But you said…you said no touching! I-I—”
“$150.”
Oh god. Oh god, oh god. That’s $350 total if I let Blake lick me. I can do that, can’t I? It’s not sex, not really, right? Right?
“O-Ok.”
Blake drops his forehead against my thigh. “Thank you, oh god, thank you.” I jolt at the first swipe of his tongue through my slit and cry out when he gently nips the edge of one of my lower lips. “Fuck, baby. You taste so good, so sweet. Tilt your hips more.”
I don’t think, I just do, going up on my tiptoes. The position is severely uncomfortable with my hands still gripping my cheeks behind me and the side of my face flat against the cushion, but I can tolerate it for a little longer for $350.
An unexpected moan escapes me that matches the one he lets loose when he thrusts his hot, wet tongue through the entrance of my pussy. It’s thicker than the super tampons I use, and though it feels so strange to have something wiggling and thrusting in and out of me, coupled with his warm exhales, it also feels kind of…good. I moan again when he curls his tongue, and my toes curl right along with it.
“Lora, baby, you’re fucking delicious.” Blake buries his whole face between my thighs to thrust his tongue deeper, his nose pressing against a place a nose most definitely should not go. Then there’s a slurping sound when he pulls his tongue out and licks me up and down, gathering the wetness I can feel dripping out of me.
I yelp when his hands suddenly make contact with my skin, ending the wet slapping noises. He palms my inner thighs, spreading them further and delving his tongue down to flick it against my clit.
“You said no touching!” I repeat with a yell as if he hadn’t already branded me with his tongue.
“I have to! I have to, sweet girl.” He tightens his grip, digging his fingertips into my sensitive flesh as he alternates rolling his tongue over my clit and thrusting it inside me.
Completely against my will, I rock my hips back and forth, humping Blake’s face, taking his tongue deeper, then pulling away. One of his hands leaves me, and he presses the pad of his finger firmly against my clit, rolling it around and around.
“Oh god, that feels—Blake!” My legs shake uncontrollably when the tingling that started in my clit builds and twists in my belly. My inner muscles clench around his undulating tongue, and warmth blooms in my core, traveling up my spine and making my eyes roll back in my head.
“I can’t believe it. Your pussy is dripping wet. You’re so unbelievably sexy. I want you to cum on my tongue.”
“I…I…what? That’s not—” I’m shocked by the primal noises I make as he attacks my pussy and increases the pressure on my clit, massaging it expertly. The pitch of my moans climbs higher, and the rest of the tension in my body breaks. Indescribable pleasure sweeps through me, and my inner muscles ripple in waves. “Blake! Oh god,” I moan long and low as exquisite heat gushes out of me, trickling down my thighs.
“Oh fuck, baby. I knew you’d be a squirter—more proof you were made for me.” He licks long lines up and down my thighs, then suctions his lips around my pussy until it’s all gone. “I need you,” Blake says with a hoarse voice as he jumps to his feet and taps what must be his bare penis against my slit that I’m still holding open. He readjusts and presses the wet tip of it against my entrance. “$200 to let me stick it in. Please, baby, I need to get my cock inside your gorgeous wet cunt.”