The night wound down and visitors to Kitten’s Castle either stumbled out the door or were carried out, but all in all, it was a good night. After my big tip from the mysterious strangers, I knew I was going to be going home with a good chunk of change that I’d be able to put toward my bills.
Carlos was cleaning the bar, while some of the other girls were sweeping the floors. The strippers made sure the poles were clean and waxed to perfection for the next night. Surprisingly, we kept the place pretty clean…well, clean enough. It was Bourbon Street, after all.
“Here’s your share,” Marv said, as he handed me an envelope. “Now, get out of here; I’m not paying you overtime.”
“Thanks, Marv. See you later.”
“You need to be walked home?” Carlos shouted from the bar.
“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks, handsome.”
“Anytime, baby girl.” He gave me a wink and turned his back to make sure all the liquor was in its proper place. I sighed as I thought about what a shame it was that he preferred a cock to a hole.
I headed back to the lockers and found Lyla waiting for me, dressed in black leather from head to toe.
“Where are you going?”
As I asked, my phone beeped. I pulled it out of my locker and took a look at the text message that came through on my phone.
Rex: We still on for tonight?
“I have a date on a motorcycle with Charlie tonight.”
I turned and eyed Lyla skeptically. “Charlie from Sons of Anarchy?”
She smiled. “Yeah, a viewing party over at Crystal’s place. You want to come?”
Crystal was the closing act at Kitten’s Castle. She had massively fake tits and didn’t mind shoving her bare vagina in any man’s face who offered it up, which made her a great closing act, but frankly, she terrified the shit out of me.
“No, I have plans.” I paused for a second before continuing. “Uh, do you plan on staying at Crystal’s?”
“Why?” I was just about to answer, when Lyla cut me off, “Please tell me he’s not coming over tonight.”
I cringed at the judgmental tone in my friend’s voice.
“Goldie, how many times are you going to let him come over? Does he really pay you enough to ignore the fact that he’s…married?”
Getting tired of the same old judgmental spiel from my friend, I slammed my locker shut and turned toward her. “If me fucking another woman’s husband means I can earn enough money to get out of this hell of a life I’m living, then yes, I am going to fuck him and I am going to fuck him until he wants to give me all his money. I don’t want to live like this anymore. Do you think I like whoring myself out?”
Lyla smiled, “Well, last time I heard you two together, it kind of seemed like you did.”
“Fuck off,” I said, while smiling at her. “Don’t come back, alright? I plan on fucking Rex all over the apartment.”
“Just clean up when you’re done, for Christ sake.”
“I always do. Have fun having a massive orgy with Charlie.”
“Oh, I will.”
I placed a kiss on Lyla’s lips, like always, and walked out the back door. Luckily, we only lived a couple of blocks from Kitten’s Castle. The only downside was, our apartment was on the corner of Bourbon and Toulouse and was as old as a witch’s nipple, so there was no sound proofing, letting the night life filter through the walls very easily.
I walked into my apartment and quickly ran around, lighting candles, stuffing trash and junk in crevices so Rex didn’t see it and grabbing my money envelope to stuff for safe keeping until I could hit up the bank.
Before I put the money behind one of my paintings in my room, I took a look at all the goods. When I started counting, I realized, not only did I get screwed, but I got royally fucked and not in a good way. There was only one hundred and fifty four dollars in my envelope. How was that possible when I easily pulled in close to five hundred dollars on my own?
Seething, I put the money behind my painting and went to my dresser so I could change into something not so tattered. I pulled out a red lace bra and matching panties; he would like that. I wrapped my short silk, black robe around my body, sprayed some perfume in all the right places and fluffed my hair.
I was just considering putting on some more makeup when there was a knock at my door. As I walked through the living room, I made sure all the brightly-colored tapestries–sheets–we hung to cover the cracks in the walls, were hanging straight and not crooked.
When I opened the door, I was socked in the nose with the scent of money…that was the only way to describe the smell of Rex Titan…money. He oozed it…the way his hair was cut to precision, his business suits were cut specifically for his body, and the shine of his dress shoes. The man had a pair of cufflinks for every occasion and believed in a matching tie and pocket square. Besides his clothing, the man was ripped, beyond hot. The fact that I was paid to have sex with him was, by far, the best job I ever had because I wouldn’t be lying if I said I enjoyed his cock buried deep within me.
“Hey, kitten,” Rex said, as he entered my apartment, which he didn’t have a problem slumming in, probably because he was here for one reason and one reason only…sex.
I met Rex one night when he was out with his friends celebrating a bachelor party, shocker. Their group ended up at Kitten’s Castle and I couldn’t help but stare at Rex when I wasn’t serving other people…and he didn’t have a problem staring at me either. That night he gave me a card and asked if I did any paid services. I had never in my life taken cash for sex, but when I was looking into his dark, sinister eyes, I couldn’t help but say yes. I wanted the man and, if I was going to be paid for letting him fuck my brains out, then I was more than happy to oblige.
I’ve always been a sexual creature, from the moment I realized breasts could be used to my advantage, so I was happy to succumb to anything Rex demanded. Apparently, his wife was a bit of a prude, so Rex took care of his sexual imagination with me, which I didn’t mind at all; I actually relished his naughtiness.
The only thing that grated my nerves was when he called me kitten, probably because it reminded me of the hell hole I worked in, but whatever it was, it wasn’t appreciated. But, I wasn’t about to tell him that. He could call me cunt-guzzler for all I cared, as long as he paid me and gave me at least two orgasms while we were together.
“Hey, sexy. I’m glad you came over. I’ve missed you,” I said, while playing with the tie of my robe.
Rex eyed me up and down with those smoldering eyes of his and I almost came on the spot.
“I want you in the bedroom, wearing nothing, on the bed, lying on your stomach with your head at the bottom. You have thirty seconds.”
I squealed like a little girl as I quickly tore my robe off, got out of my lingerie that I didn’t need to change into and did exactly as I was told. My comforter was silky, so the cool touch of the fabric against my naked body was very erotic and put me in the mood.
I heard his footsteps come closer as he worked his way down the hallway toward my room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he had gotten rid of his suit jacket, shoes and socks. He was unbuttoning his shirt and removing his cufflinks when he stood in front of me. I was exactly eye level with his burgeoning cock; damn, he was already excited.
“Do you see what you do to me, kitten? The way you listen so properly to me turns me on so much.” I saw his tie drop to the floor as he continued. “Unbuckle my pants, kitten.”
I did as I was told and was rewarded with the sight of his cock, fully erect and practically ready to poke me in the eye.
“No underwear?” I asked, as I licked my lips.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked in a dark tone.
I shook my head no as I saw the last of his clothes drop to the floor.