"Twenty," I said. I didn't want to go very much below yesterday's price. I sensed any less would seem suspicious. I was attractive: Jack had told me so.
"I don't know…" he began.
"What's the matter," I asked. "Twenty too much?"
"A little."
"It's worth it," I told him. I smiled at him and looked at where his cock was. His hands were still pulled in front of his crotch. "I really enjoy my job."
He giggled nervously. "Like cock, huh?"
I smiled and licked my lips. "Love it."
"Suck?"
"Till you come in my mouth."
He swallowed hard, and his hand seemed to move against himself. "Okay."
"Follow me," I said. "Don't walk next to me. Follow behind."
I walked slowly to the hotel. As I entered the door, I saw him behind me. I waited in front of the elevators until he entered the hotel. His eyes moved cautiously, and he saw me. I pushed the elevator button, and he stood beside me. We rode the elevator up to my floor with another couple in the car with us. Neither of us spoke a word.
At my floor I exited, and he followed. I walked in silence down the empty corridor, with him behind me. I unlocked the door, and we entered my room.
I didn't have a chance to switch on the light, when I felt his arm slip around my throat, and he pulled me tightly against him, cutting off my breath.
"One scream, and I'll slit your throat!" he hissed in my ear. I saw something flash brightly in front of my face.
Oh my god! I thought. Panic shot through my brain and I felt close to fainting. Terror touched me, and sweat poured down my face. His arm tightened around my neck, and I could not breathe. I fought back an urge to scream, knowing he would slit my throat if I made so much as a sound.
His wheezing breath felt hot against my ear. I could smell the stale odor of his breath.
"Don't hurt me!" I pleaded. The words squeezed out of my trembling lips.
He tightened his arms, choking off my wind with a violent flinch of his arm. "Not a sound!"
I gasped. My lips trembled, and tears ran down my cheeks. I began to pray that he wouldn't kill me.
"Like sex, do you!" he hissed accusingly.
I dared not utter a sound.
"Like to fuck. Suck dick!" He said the words as though they were threats. He tightened his arm, and bright colors sparked in front of my eyes. "Answer me!" he hissed.
I began to answer, but my lips were trembling so badly that I couldn't control them to form them around words.
He tightened his arm again.
"No!" I whispered urgently. "No!"
"What?" His voice rose angrily, and his arm tightened until I thought I was going to pass out.
Pain burned behind my eyes, and I had trouble focusing my brain. I fought back panic again. Had I answered incorrectly? I wondered.
"Yes… yes!"
His arm loosened momentarily. "Say it again." I gulped down air greedily. "I love it," I stuttered. "Again."
"I love sex," I whispered. My heart was beating so strongly that my chest pained. "I love to fuck," I volunteered. "I love to suck."
He laughed. "Good." He seemed soothed.
Relieved, I repeated the words. "I love to get fucked. Hot cocks. Shove them in my cunt."
"And come," he said. He added the words to my sentence, as though it were one, continual idea.
"I love to suck come," I agreed. "Hot come from a hot cock. I love to suck it into my mouth."
His arm had relaxed to where he wasn't strangling me any longer. He was holding me in place with his arm, although I had no intentions of moving.
I thought I could read him now. I grew overconfident. It was a mistake.
"I'll suck you," I whispered. "You can come in my mouth-"
"Whore!" He screamed in my ear. He pushed me forward violently. I screamed and plunged head first into the dark room. I stumbled and fell. I banged my head against the bed board.
"Whore!" he hissed the word and made it sound ugly. "Slut! Bitch!"
I saw his hulking silhouette moving like a black shadow across the room towards me. I saw something long and glittering in his hand.
I felt consciousness slipping away from my brain and sensed a deeper darkness engulfing me. My muscles tensed, and I felt an uncontrollable need to urinate.
"Noooo!" I said. The word came out like a scream or a moan. "I'm not! I'm just a housewife. A mother."
He stopped. My words caught his ear. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I tried to catch my breath. "I'm just a housewife," I confessed. "A housewife!"
He needed more. I told him what I was doing.
He stared at me. "But you do like sex, don't you?"
The word nearly choked me. "Yes," I whispered.
"Good."
I waited on the floor, not knowing what to expect. I watched his shadow turn and walk back towards the door. The door opened a crack, and the bright light from the hall spilled into the darkness like sharp rays. Then his shadow covered the light for a moment. He was checking the hall, I realized.
Oh God! I thought. Please let someone be there…
I was all set to scream, when he shut the door and the light was gone. The scream died on my lips when I heard him say: "Good."
The hallway was empty.
I heard a clicking noise, and light exploded into the room. He had switched the overhead light on. I shaded my eyes and tried to see. I watched him walking across the room towards me. All I could see was the bottom of his raincoat and a thin, narrow blade hanging from his hand. A knife!
He stood over me. I was looking up from the floor, and all I could see was this giant, white wall of his rain coat. Even though I remembered him to be short, from where I was he seemed enormous.
"Put your hands down!" he said.
I did.
"Look up at me!" he ordered.
I looked up. His face was hidden from me in a halo of glaring electric light. I could see his shoulders and his rain coat. His hands were on the buttons, and he was opening the coat. The coat fell loose and opened.
I stared up and nearly vomited.
Sick! went through my mind. Sick!
He was naked under the rain coat. All he had were two pants legs strapped just above his knees to make it seem as though he were wearing pants when his raincoat was buttoned. But when it was opened, there was nothing under it, and I found myself staring up his naked legs, my eyes transfixed by his hard-on.
Objectively, his cock must have been somewhat undersized. But from where I lay, looking up, it seemed gigantic. It stood out from his belly like a tree trunk growing from the side of a mountain. His balls hung down heavily and ponderously, and seemed hardly diminished by the thick tangle of pubic hair that drew densely across his stomach.
He giggled at my reaction. The laugh went right through me, chilling me.
"Like it?" he asked.
I swallowed my terror. "Yes," I said. "It's very' big."
"Then-suck it!" he hissed. He parted his coat, revealing his naked legs.
I snaked my arms around his legs and pulled myself up towards that hard piece of flesh suspended above me. His thighs were hard and hairy, and I slid my lips across them as I moved. The side of his cock grazed against the side of my cheek, and I yelped in surprise at the contact, as though it had burned me. I felt the spongy-hardness of the flesh slide down my cheek as I got to my knees. My mouth was open, but all the saliva had dried up, and I felt as though I had cotton in my mouth.
"Suck it!" he urged. His fist came up and I saw the knife.
I closed my eyes and plunged down upon it. It was short, and I felt it slide effortlessly into my mouth. I tightened my lips around it, tasting the coarse tufts of hair under my lips and against my teeth. I had my mouth pressed against his belly, and I felt the sac of his dank-smelling balls swing heavily against my chin.