The motel room

The parking lot was crowded as Sarah arrived with nervous anticipation. It was a motel like any other, with a few dozen dingy rooms sporting well-used beds. The location was out of the way, skirting the edge of town near the railroad tracks where few people bothered to go. However, the place had a reputation for late-night hook-up calls, and it was for this reason it had been chosen.

Stepping out of the car, she shivered in the cold night air and hurriedly made her way across the parking lot. Sarah felt scandalous as she walked in a skimpy black dress and high-heeled leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs. Her dress barely covered her rear, allowing a flash of red panties to be visible beneath. The entire outfit screamed sex and the look she got from the woman behind the counter confirmed that that was what people saw.

“Help you, honey?” the woman asked with a funny smile as Sarah tried to remain calm.

She'd never done anything like this before and had serious doubts that it would work. However, something had to be done as both she and her husband admitted they were bored with their sex life. For months they had been searching for some way to inject new energy, and a few nights ago, Greg had a tantalizing idea. He suggested a little role play, where he would pick a random day and, instead of coming home, go to this motel. He would leave a message on the answering machine pretending to be a random guy calling for a hook-up. She was to dress the part and go out in public to earn her money. He promised to do everything to make it seem like he was somebody else, even paying her for an hour.

“Mr. Garcia's room,” she asked as the women behind the counter glared at her.

“Working late tonight, eh?' she asked while looking through the registry. She found the name and told her to go to room eleven. Before Sarah could go, the woman told her to come back when she was done and leave her number. There were plenty of men who wanted a girl, and her night could be busy.

Sarah felt ashamed and dirty as the woman clearly mistook her for a prostitute. She walked away with butterflies in her stomach, wondering if this night might work after all. Now that she was actively playing the role, she felt an excitement that had been missing from her life for years. She couldn't help but smile as she passed a man who took a second look and muttered something about wanting a piece of that. For a brief moment, she wondered if she would enjoy making a living like this. Certainly, her job was a dead end and didn't pay very well, but could she really make a living sleeping with strangers?

By the time she reached the door, her anxiety and excitement were so mixed that she practically bounced. This was the best idea Greg had ever had, and she was fully turned on. Maybe they could arrange to do this a few times a month to keep things interesting. Whatever the case, she was committed to the role, and he was going to get the sex of his life.

She knocked on the door, smiling wider when it opened slightly. She noticed a hotel brochure braced in the door frame to prevent it from locking and realized he must have wanted her to walk right in.

Sarah's heart raced as she threw the door open, revealing a dark room lit only by the numbers of a cheap alarm clock. She crept in and shut the door behind herself, deepening the gloom that pervaded over the room. She went to turn on the lights but realized this was part of the game. So long as she couldn't see him, the mystery could be preserved, and with a lick at her lips, she approached the bed. Though it was hard to see in the gloom, it was obvious nobody was in bed. The covers were thrown aside, and a strange incense-like smell hung in the air. She had smelled something like this before, on men who used cheap soap and aftershave. It wasn't a scent familiar to Greg, and she marveled at all the little details he had thought of. He really was going all out to make this feel like an encounter with a stranger, and it sent waves of goosebumps crawling along her skin.

“So, where are you hiding?” she called out in a sensual voice. “You know you only have an hour.”

She jumped as his strong hands curled about her waist from behind. She smiled as Greg pulled her into his chest and nuzzled at her neck while his hands began to wander. With closed eyes, she writhed under his touch as firm hands fondled her breasts.

“You are more beautiful than I imagined,” he said in a well-executed Spanish accent. Sarah knew he could speak Spanish but couldn't believe how well he managed the accent. It was one more detail he was using to make this night special for her. She decided to surrender and commit to the role, ensuring he had his fun.

“My money upfront,” she stated and held up her hand.

“Direct to business,” he laughed as his hands came away. “Very well, here is your money,” he added and pressed a hundred dollar bill into her hand. She looked the money over, wondering why he had given her a hundred when they agreed on fifty, but hey, she was supposed to keep it, so she would. In fact, from here on, she would charge him a hundred every time he wanted sex, and he would have to book a motel room. Sarah wanted the experience of dressing like a whore and going out where people would see her. She tucked the bill into her handbag and tossed it on the table as his hands returned to exploring her body.

“Now that business is done, let’s move on to pleasure,” he said in his amazing accent.

“I’m all yours,” she replied with a broad smile. With eyes closed, she sighed as her body was excited by hands that wandered over every inch. He grabbed and groped, his fingers teasing her nipples before reaching under the skirt. Her neck and shoulders were lavished with hot kisses as he guided her toward the bed.

Her mind began to wander, struggling to detach from the idea that this was just Greg. She tried to convince herself that this was a man named Garcia, and he'd paid her for the next hour. The sheer exercise of it all sent her senses reeling, heightening the sensation of every touch.

Arriving at the bed, his hands came away, sliding her back to pull her long hair aside. She was wearing a tight black dress that zippered from the neck to the small of her back. She felt his hands fumble for the zipper and then the unmistakable release as the zipper went down and the garment came loose. It hung on her arms like a drape while he finished the task, pulling the dress over her hips as if unwrapping a present. It fell about her ankles as her mind began to drift, soaking in the moment. She wasn't sure why but this was turning her on like never before. She felt alive, and for the first time in what felt like ages, she craved sex. All of this mystery was working far better than she ever imagined as she focused on every touch.

She wondered if he could see what she was wearing underneath. She had on metallic red panties and a lacy bra to match. She doubted he could see much in the darkness but smiled when his hands began to trace the lace of her bra as if seeing by touch. His hands went down her sides, rolling over her hips and finding the tall leather boots. His hands then tested the smoothness of her panties by rubbing at her clit through the material.

The touch of silk being firmly rubbed on her clitoris was shockingly stimulating. Without even realizing it, she found herself rocking her hips to try and press him harder. Her body was alive as she felt like her old self, wild and free, once again. Passions that had long since gone dormant were stirring, and the hunger for sex grew with every passing second. His hands came away, and she heard him move across the room. Not wanting to spoil the magic, she made no effort to open her eyes and see what he was doing. A moment later, he was behind her again, his hands pulling her hair down as something soft came over her eyes. Once again, she was surprised by how committed to this plan he was as he tied a blindfold firmly in place. Now she couldn't peek, which made the moment all the more intense. The whole scene was working like she never imagined it would and wished he had done this years ago.

Hands returned to her body, reaching around to clutch at her breasts firmly. He began to knead them through her bra, sending tingles through her skin. He was being uncharacteristically rough, touching her in ways he hadn’t done before. It added more and more to the imagination, helping her slip away into the fantasy he was working so hard to create.

Hands pulled at the front clasp as her mouth fell open in deep breaths. It took him a moment, but her breasts were freed to fall into his hungry grasp. He began to play with her nipples, rolling and pulling at them with rough fingers. She squirmed under his touch as shocks of arousal ran rampant through her body. Satisfied that he had learned all he could by touch, he stepped around, and she heard him sit on the bed. He reached up from the front, cradling her breasts as a tongue suddenly ran between them. She leaned forward with her shoulders back, offering her chest to his hungry lips. In moments they wrapped around a nipple and sucked with a hunger he had never displayed before. She trembled under his touch as his mouth went from breast to breast, sucking at her flesh with ravenous hunger. His hands continued to squeeze, never letting her chest have a moment to recover as he devoured it all.

Just as she started to moan, one of the hands suddenly pulled away, sliding down her waist to dig at the edge of her metallic red panties. Then, with almost practiced effort, he slipped under the material and slid around to the front, gliding over freshly shaved skin.

Sarah's mind was fully in the moment, following every move and touch. She twisted and moaned as his fingers probed at the tender folds between her legs. He began to rub, testing her body and spreading the rapidly increasing wetness of her aroused hunger between her quivering thighs. The slow process sent waves of excitement racing up her spine, building her tension to new levels. Then, her head rolled with a gasping inhale as his fingers suddenly reached deeper and slipped inside.

With a mouth firmly attached to one breast while a hand stimulated the other, he began to probe between her legs, pushing in and out. She spread her legs wide to give him more room, and he rewarded her by going deeper while using his thumb to tease her clit. Her skin seemed to crawl with electricity as he stimulated her from top to bottom. She ran her hands through her hair, tossing it wide as she wished he would make love to her like this all the time.

Lost in the moment, she reached down and cradled his head, driving his hungry mouth into her tender flesh. Her hands began to explore his back to discover that he was already shirtless, and she assumed he was probably naked. Something tickled at the back of her mind and struggled to be heard over the passion of sex. There was something wrong about Greg, something misplaced, but she couldn't think straight as his fingers pushed deeper. Suddenly there were two fingers, then a moment later, three. He was stretching her wide as he used his hands to fuck her body and drown her in bliss.

It went on for several minutes, her body slowly building to a moment she now deeply craved. She couldn't remember the last time she orgasmed to his touch alone and prayed he would remind her. To her maddening surprise, he pulled away, leaving her shaking with unspent energy. Her hunger was at its peak, and she nearly begged him not to stop.

His hands came to her waist and hooked her panties before slowly sliding them off. Now she wore only her sexy boots as he returned to her waist and began to pull her forward. Though she couldn't see where they were going, she knew what he wanted. She crawled over him as he lay on the bed and waited until he adjusted and was ready.

His hands wrapped around her rear as she reached down, groping for what she wanted. To her surprise, she found it easily, hard as a rock and perhaps a little larger than she remembered? Was Greg wearing a sleeve just to please her? She wanted to scream out how much she loved him for going to so much trouble, but that would spoil the moment. There would be plenty of time to thank him later when his hour was up after all.

She gave the shaft a few firm strokes, marveling at how life-like it was. Then she skillfully guided him in place, lowering her body to help drive him home. She had to rock her hips to coat him with her juices in order to work the larger girth in. With a grunt, he slid in, filling her body like she never dreamed possible. As the inches went deeper, his hands tightened on her hips, pulling down as he thrust in.

With a yelp, she came to rest on his waist, her body fully invaded and yet hungry for more. Before she could think, he tapped at her rear, and she realized he wanted her to do the work. He was the one paying, so she decided to give him his money's worth. With shallow breaths, she began to work her hips, focusing on a shallow grinding until her body became accustomed to his size.

The increase in size changed the whole experience, as her mind fully surrendered to the idea that this was a stranger who hired her for sex. She began to lift higher, driving him in as deeply as she could to enjoy the moment to its fullest. Her body responded with waves of pleasure rolling from below in waves of pure joy. She leaned back, using one arm to brace herself as she lifted higher, riding her client with pure hunger. She began to moan and pant, putting on a show that she was just a prostitute servicing a customer. Her thoughts were fragmented and rapid, but somehow she began to focus on doing a good job so he would hire her again. After all, if she wanted to make a living from this, she would need repeat customers.

Just entertaining that thought sent her body spiraling to levels of lust she had never known. She went higher, driving him in as her voice moaned with every thrust. The impacts made her stomach quake as the muscles tightened around the center of passion, thundering inside. She grew louder as something began to come alive, growing like a wild animal and sending waves of heat across her skin. She worked harder, driving him deeper as the sensation built, hungry for what his fingers dared to deny her.

She began to beg him to take her as every thrust was like throwing gasoline on a fire. In response, he tightened his hands around her waist, guiding her down and thrusting up to reach new depths. Her body shook in an overflow of sexual energy, and she knew that she and Greg would never have traditional sex again. This was how she wanted it from now on. Dressed like a whore to parade through a group of strangers, so everyone knew they were about to fuck. It would always be in a motel room, someplace seedy where beds were well worn from nights of sex.

Just thinking about it made her body shake, and her voice went high as the long-desired orgasm finally broke free. Her body was alive with overwhelming sensation as it shook her very core. Never in her life had she orgasmed like this, and yet she couldn't stop. The job wasn't done, so she pressed on, shaking with every thrust of the best sex of her life.

Suddenly she was startled back to her senses by a knock on the door.

“Mr. Garcia?” came a woman's voice from someplace in the hall. “Mr. Garcia, it's me, Carlotta. You called me earlier and asked me to meet you here.”

Sarah stopped dead in her thrusts while trying to work out what was going on. Had Greg called a second woman to share the night with? No, he knew she wasn't into that, so why was there another woman at the door. A sudden thought brought shock to her mind as she lurched off her lover. She fumbled with the blindfold and tore it away before feeling along the nearby table for the switch. With a click, the lights came on, and Sarah stood face to face with the truth.

In the bed was a middle-aged Hispanic man with a receding hairline. He lay naked in the bed, his cock standing tall and glistening from her orgasm. He shielded his eyes from the light, but she could tell he was as confused as she was. As the realization that she had just fucked a complete stranger for money sank in, so too did the panic. She almost ran from the room but remembered she was naked, and there was a woman in the hall.

“Are you alright?” he asked as Sarah stood naked before him, thighs wet with the passion they were just sharing.

The terror began to fade as she thought about what had just happened. She had just had the most exciting sex of her life, and this situation only made it more so. She realized that this was no fantasy, she had a hundred dollars in her purse and a customer to please. She could run away and go back to her old way of life, or… With a deep sigh, she looked to her stranger and asked him if he had called for Carlotta.

“I did, but I thought you were Carlotta,” he insisted.

“I take if your name is Garcia?” she asked, just to be sure.

“Yes. I am Mr. Garcia,” he replied.

Sarah put a hand to her face as she realized what must have happened. Greg had picked a name that belonged to another person who was also in the motel waiting for a hook-up. The receptionist must have given her the first Garcia on the registry, and Sarah had gone to the wrong room. In her desire to play the fantasy, she had overlooked all the little signs assuming they were Greg going out of his way to fool her. Lost in the moment, she had made love to a stranger and subsequently had the best sex of her life. Her mind said she should be horrified, but something deep down presented an alternative way of looking at the situation. It gave her the courage to act on an idea and turn this situation to her advantage.

“It really is too late to worry about it now,” she told herself as the knocking continued. She turned to her handbag and dug out the hundred-dollar bill before going to the door and throwing it open.

“Who are you?” a saucy woman with dark curly hair asked as a naked Sarah stood before her. “Did you steal my payday?” the woman asked in an annoyed tone when she saw the man on the bed.

“This is for you,” Sarah said and handed the woman the hundred-dollar bill. “Now, you wait here just a minute. I think you have the wrong room.” With that, she went back to the bag and quickly dug out her cellphone, dialing her husband as her smile grew wider.

“Hello?” came Greg’s familiar voice.

“Greg, sweety,” Sarah began as she paced and smiled at Mr. Garcia. “I'm here at the motel, but the front desk is all mixed up. Could you tell me what room you're in? Seventeen? Ok, I got it,” she added with a smile, then sat at the bed to begin stroking her client's cock. “Listen, I have an extra special surprise for you tonight. When you hear a knock on your door, don't ask any questions, just pay the girl and enjoy yourself, ok? Alright, see you soon,” she finished and hung up the phone.

“I will be right back,” she told Mr. Garcia and returned to the door to face Carlotta. The woman was leaning against the wall with a bored expression waiting for Sarah's explanation. She told Carlotta to go to room seventeen and tell the man inside that Sarah had sent her. He would pay her for another hour and want her phone number so he could call her again. The woman shrugged and headed off, allowing Sarah to close the door and ready herself for what would come next.

Adrenaline rushed through rapidly beating veins as Sarah made up her mind to finish what she started. She had come here dressed as a prostitute, gone to a strange man's room, and taken his money. Now that the money was given away, she had no way to pay him back except in the manner he expected. She was alive with excitement and fear as she turned to the stranger and gave him a wide smile.

“Now then. I suppose we will have to start all over, she said and began to walk across the room with swaying hips.

“We will?” he asked with a confused look.

“Oh yes,” she replied as her eyes locked on him like a predator. “You paid good money to fuck me. Don't you think you should get what you paid for?” He nodded as she sat on the edge of the bed and tossed out her hair. She looked down to see he had lost the will, but she knew how to fix that with ease. She cradled his manhood with a gentle hand and began to stroke while licking her hungry lips.

“So, you paid for a full hour?” she asked, getting another nod in return. “Well, your hour starts now,” she said and looked to the cheap alarm clock, noting it was nine-fifteen. Until fifteen after ten, she would stay in this bed and fuck this man to his heart's content. Of course, first, she had to get him ready.

With a smile, she bent lower, red lips parting ever so gently as her hand continued to massage his flesh. She pulled in the tip with a warm kiss, using her tongue to tease him into compliance. His body immediately responded, growing firmly in her hand and mouth. She began to suck him deeply as she tasted another man's flesh for the first time since she was a teenager. The flavor was intoxicating, and it drove her on with a hunger to know more.

He began to moan as she worked her lips as far down the shaft as she could go. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking upwards to drive his body wild. She could see why he felt so good inside her body. He was larger than Greg, though only by about an inch. However, he had more girth, and that size helped fill the need. Now she paid him back, using her tongue and lips to taste every inch of his cock, while lavishing him with sexual pleasure. He moaned and thrashed, his eyes shut as he dragged him closer to the climax, but she wanted to make sure he was getting what he wanted.

“How do you want me to do it?” she whispered as her lips came away.

He looked like he was lost in another world as her hand glided up and down his saliva-slicked shaft. She smiled and gave him a lick, bringing around long enough to answer. He moved to the side while telling her to lay in the center and spread her legs wide.

Sarah chewed on a lip as she crawled into place, falling on her back before throwing her legs in the air. Her client responded with urgency, crawling between her legs as she reached out to guide him into place. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the last warning to run, but it was quickly silenced as he slid into place. With a groan, her head went back, and he came down, his weight pressing her into the bed. Now she was pinned into the mattress with her legs spread wide and hanging in the air. He wasted no time and began to thrust, taking what his money had bought.

Sarah moaned as her arms came to his sides, and a stranger began to feed her desires. Her body responded like never before as her booted feet quivered with every thrust. It was maddening to think that here she was in a seedy hotel room fucking a man she would never have given a second look, and she loved it. She threw her hands on the bed, and he immediately grabbed then, pinning her in place so she couldn't resist. It was so shocking and exhilarating that she couldn't help but smile as the moans flew freely.

He worked at his pace, growing more hungry with every thrust while driving her need to new levels. Something about this situation made her sensibilities fade away and brought out a new creature from deep inside. She looked into his eyes with a cry of joy, wanting to see the man who had bought her sex.

“Tell me,” she panted between moans. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“I want to fuck you,” he said while squeezing her wrists firmly. “I want to fuck you like a woman should be fucked.”

“Oh, baby,” she moaned and tossed her head. “Please, fuck me like I'm your woman. Make me miss you when you're gone.”

He responded by driving harder, sending shocks of ecstasy racing up her spine. She struggled to arch her back as her legs went wider, opening her body to the man who was taking what he wanted. Somehow a terrible mistake had been made, and now Sarah was utterly at the mercy of a stranger, having sex that would only stop when he said so. It was a moment that only ever existed in the most shameful of her dreams, and now that it was real, she was in heaven.

Lost in the moment, she leaned up and planted her lips to his, sharing a passionate kiss as they fucked. Somehow this only made it more intense, filling her with a lust to have more. She needed something to push this moment over the edge and drive her to a new sensation. In desperation, she wiggled her hips, adjusting her waist to spread her legs just a little wider.

“That's right,” He panted, inches from her face. “Open your legs for me, whore.”

That word struck a chord, and something clicked into place deep inside. Sarah looked up in shock as she realized this was what she wanted, and she needed to hear it again.

“I'm a whore?” she asked, nearly breathless from the relentless pounding between her legs.

“You are a hot, sexy whore,” he replied and gave her a deep, firm thrust that made her cry out.

She threw her head back, and his mouth came to her neck, nuzzling her flesh as she embraced what he said about her. She was having sex for money, and that made her a whore, but was a hundred dollars very much money for what she was doing? A sudden dirty thought crept into her mind, and she smiled as the bed groaned from their relentless sex. Maybe she wasn't just a whore. Maybe she was even worse!

“Am I a cheap whore?” she cried out as the storm inside began to build, her body enjoying every moment of his attention.

“One of the cheapest,” he moaned back as sweat began to bead on his head. “I can tell you don’t care about the money. You just like to fuck.”

Those words hit her like a freight train as she realized he was right. All her life, she had been the good girl, always slow to embrace intimacy and careful about partners. She was nearly thirty, and in all that time, she had only known three men, one of which was still fucking her. She realized this stranger was right, the money was nice, but all she really wanted was the sex. That final moment of clarity was all it took to send a cascade of emotions rolling through her body as it responded to his thrusts. For the second time that night, Sarah had a mind-blowing orgasm for a complete stranger.

His thrusting never ceased, forcing her to endure his efforts even as her body shook from her climax. It prolonged the sensation, making her cry out loud enough for nearby rooms to hear. She was gone, replaced by a woman she never knew existed as her head tossed from side to side. He called her a whore again, and she embraced the title with a broad smile singing her praises with every thrust. Wild with passion, she wrapped her legs around him, pinning him in place until she got what she wanted.

“Fuck me like a whore!” she cried and thrashed as her body started to build again.

Her lips parted as she pressed them back to his, excited to feel his tongue in her mouth. She tried to work with him, writhing her body and thrusting up so that every impact was jarring and profound. The slaps of their sex echoed in the room as the bed creaked and groaned under the strain. This was raw, unrestrained sex like she had never had before, and she wanted it never to stop.

He shifted and began to press into her body more urgently, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. Low moans began to escape his lips as his grip tightened on her wrists. Sarah knew what was coming, but instead of being afraid, she called out in wild pleasure and eagerly urged him on, demanding he get his money's worth.

His whole body grew tight as the moment came closer. Her body responded with waves of anxious pleasure, driving her to arch her back. She began to beg him to give it to her. Finish what he started and make her the whore she hoped and dreamed of being. Sweat dripped from his brow as his breathing became labored gasps. Her body began to shake in anticipation, and then with a growl, he thrust deep inside. Her booted feet twitched in the air as he finally broke free, and his orgasm came pouring out. He thrust a few times, driving every last ounce of his desire deep inside. Sarah was so aware of the moment that she could feel the pulse of cock as it pumped its sticky reward inside.

The deed was done, and he collapsed on her chest, his sweat gliding across her skin. He finally released her arms, and she quickly wrapped them around him, pulling him tightly and sharing the heat.

“You make love like a passionate wife,” he said between gasps. “I must have your number so I can call you again.”

Sarah smiled as a feeling of complete satisfaction pulsed between her legs. This man was pleased by her efforts and wanted to fuck her again. She wondered if she could do something like this again, and another dirty thought came to mind.

“I will give you my number if you promise to tell your friends about me. Give them my number and tell them to call me,” she replied.

“Yes, I promise,” he panted. “I will tell everyone. You are worth ten times what you charge.”

She smiled as her heart raced as she tried to rationalize what she was doing. Was she honestly inviting strange men to call her for sex? Was she prepared to spread her legs and moan for any man, no matter what he looked like? Just thinking about it made her shake and renewed her hunger. Yes! She wanted them to call, and she would make sure they got their money's worth.

“I will call you every Tuesday,” he said as he started to get up.

Sarah was disappointed to feel him slip from her body, her lust wanting more. She glanced at the clock to see it was nine forty-three and had another delicious idea.

“Your hour isn’t up,” she said as her eyes fell on his cock.

“No, I don't have the strength to go on,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “You were wonderful; you can go.”

She didn’t like the idea of it being over and noticed a large chair in the corner. She smiled and asked him if he had the strength to sit down and crawled off the bed to follow him. He took a seat with a questioning look as she crawled up between his legs and smiled at his filthy cock. Suddenly she had another idea and couldn't help but want to try it. She jumped up and told him to wait before running to the bathroom. Hanging on the wall was a cheap motel bathrobe that she quickly liberated of its tie strap. She returned to her client with the cord in hand and promptly turned her back.

“Tie my arms,” she said and tossed her hair as she folded her arms around her back. Without hesitation, he took the strap and began to wrap her arms, tying them firmly so she couldn't escape. She then turned and fell to her knees and leaned over, using her mouth to taste at his flesh. He tasted of sex and her own body, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the power of the moment, and she relished every flavor as she sucked him gently.

It wasn't long before his body responded, and he began to gasp softly as she sucked in long, firm strokes. Eventually, the sensation became too much, and, to her delight, he grabbed her by the hair. He began to guide her efforts, forcing her lips up and down his hardening shaft. The feeling was one of true excitement as she discovered she loved not being in control.

As she sucked a stranger's cock she wondered how she had ever gotten in such a rut that sex had become boring. Just two hours ago, she wouldn't have even considered doing this for Greg, and now she was loving doing it for a stranger.

His pace quickened, forcing her to focus on what she was doing as her head bobbed in his lap. He began to moan with every pass, his legs tightening as he grew closer. She sucked firmly, the rapid pace driving him ever closer to sweet release. Then he put both hands to her head as he threw his back, groaning loudly while holding her in place. Her mouth suddenly tasted of his ecstasy as he enjoyed a second orgasm.

She looked up, trying to make eye contact and ensure he saw her taking everything. She did her best to suck him empty as he twisted and flinched from hypersensitivity. He finally released his grip and allowed her to do as she wished. Sarah looked at the clock and decided to spend the five minutes she had left licking him clean. While busy with her task, the phone beside the chair suddenly rang, and Mr. Garcia answered it. She couldn't hear the person on the other side, but she heard his reply.

“Yes, she is still here,” he said and then held the phone to the side of Sarah's head.

“You done in there yet?” asked a familiar woman's voice. Sarah realized it was the receptionist, and she nearly laughed before managing a reply.

“Uhh, yeah. I just finished,” she said while blushing a little.

“You looking for more work? I got a guy in room five who wants a little company tonight,” the woman said.

Sarah closed her eyes as a world of possibilities opened up before her. Then, with a racing heart, she made her decision and told the woman she would be there in ten minutes. As an afterthought, she specified that she wanted the money upfront, and the woman asked how much that was.

“A hundred dollars an hour,” Sarah said with a smile.

“Sheesh, you're a cheap whore,” the woman replied and hung up.

Sarah was never more pleased to be called that in her life. She was untied and made sure Mr. Garcia had her number before she left and headed down the hall. On her way, she stopped by the receptionist to make sure she had her cell phone number.

“Some truckers just got in,” the woman said as she posted the number on a wall beside a dozen others. “Could be a few more tonight if you plan on being here late.”

Sarah sighed as a broad smile spread across her face. She had to be up early to work her boring, repetitive job making barely twenty dollars an hour, or she could stay up late and make a hundred dollars an hour having sex.

“Well, I was looking for a new career anyway,” she said and headed off.