hotel, we ran into Roxy. The two women grabbed each of my arms and escorted me up Broadway like I was a king. The wings had grown back on my feet. I had more money than I ever had in my life and two women who were concerned about me. I was on top of the world and loved every minute of it.
When we went into the hotel, we received a bunch of compliments that boosted my ego. I had the ladies in front of me as we went into the room. Before I could walk in, Gloria was waving to me from a room down the hall. I told the women to make themselves comfortable and that I would be back.
I reached the small room Gloria was cleaning. She stood in the middle of it with her hands behind her back. “I was there this morning, but you were busy. I’m sure you’re a man of your word, and here.” She pulled out a stack of bills and handed me $500 in cash with three platinum Master cards on top. “My cousin at home in Brooklyn got the cards from the post office, so you got all the time in the world. The five is from the three you lent out, and you’ll have another five from me at the end of the day.” She closed the door behind me and began taking off her clothes. “I won’t be long. I just need a taste and I’ll be straight.”
For the first time in my life I felt what it was like to be a prostitute. When Gloria sat me down in the chair and got on her knees in front of me, I wondered how I got myself into that mess. I was stiff and Gloria’s lips, tongue, and moans added to my excitement. She sucked on me while rubbing her fingers against her clitoris. When she finally came, she pulled on my swollen tip with her jaws. She sucked so well that my erection was harder than I had ever saw it. She then slipped a condom on, mounted me, and rode me right there in the chair.
There was no emotional attachment for me, and I guessed that’s how Roxy felt when she was at work. Those thoughts occupied my mind while Gloria went to work on my manhood. She sucked her own nipples while riding me. Her eyes were closed as if she was entertaining thoughts of an ex-lover. When she came, her body froze.
“Damn—damn—sssss—oh damn—ummm—damn!” She collapsed onto me. Once her breathing was normal, she removed the unfilled condom, kissed me on my cheek, and said, “Thank you, sugar,” just like a trick would do to a whore. She got up, got dressed, and left.
I pulled my pants up from my knees, put my swollen erection into them, and walked out of the door. When I walked into my suite, I heard a few female voices. When I closed the door, Roxy, Red, Marcy and Elexus were sitting around like they were having a tea party. My erection died instantly, and I braced myself for the company that I wanted to hurry and leave.
“Hey-hey-hey,” Elexus squealed out.
Marcy waved and I handed him the cards. “Ain’t seen you around, and as soon as we get a message, you putting us to work?”
“Did you bring what I asked for?” I asked impatiently.
Elexus said, “You act like you ain’t got no manners. Of course we brought your stuff for Roxy and Queen Red over here. The whole square gonna be jumping when they hear y’all two hooked up.”
“Can you imagine if they did the nasty and made one trifling ass hustling baby? Girrrl, he’d not only be the king of Times Square, but maybe the world,” Marcy added.
I checked to see how Roxy and Red responded to the statement. Roxy smiled, and Red crossed her legs wearing a content expression on her face.
The two queers pulled out a small wardrobe of sports bras, Dior panties, Diamond Girl sweat suits, and two pairs of Nike Air Max’s. Next to that were four Liz Claiborne suit jackets, blouses, and miniskirts for Roxy.
The cards from Gloria came on time. Instead of me paying in cash like I intended, I traded off with the cards. I then told the queers to pick up winter coats for Roxy and me. They dashed out of the hotel.
When we went into the hotel, we received a bunch of compliments that boosted my ego. I had the ladies in front of me as we went into the room. Before I could walk in, Gloria was waving to me from a room down the hall. I told the women to make themselves comfortable and that I would be back.
I reached the small room Gloria was cleaning. She stood in the middle of it with her hands behind her back. “I was there this morning, but you were busy. I’m sure you’re a man of your word, and here.” She pulled out a stack of bills and handed me $500 in cash with three platinum Master cards on top. “My cousin at home in Brooklyn got the cards from the post office, so you got all the time in the world. The five is from the three you lent out, and you’ll have another five from me at the end of the day.” She closed the door behind me and began taking off her clothes. “I won’t be long. I just need a taste and I’ll be straight.”
For the first time in my life I felt what it was like to be a prostitute. When Gloria sat me down in the chair and got on her knees in front of me, I wondered how I got myself into that mess. I was stiff and Gloria’s lips, tongue, and moans added to my excitement. She sucked on me while rubbing her fingers against her clitoris. When she finally came, she pulled on my swollen tip with her jaws. She sucked so well that my erection was harder than I had ever saw it. She then slipped a condom on, mounted me, and rode me right there in the chair.
There was no emotional attachment for me, and I guessed that’s how Roxy felt when she was at work. Those thoughts occupied my mind while Gloria went to work on my manhood. She sucked her own nipples while riding me. Her eyes were closed as if she was entertaining thoughts of an ex-lover. When she came, her body froze.
“Damn—damn—sssss—oh damn—ummm—damn!” She collapsed onto me. Once her breathing was normal, she removed the unfilled condom, kissed me on my cheek, and said, “Thank you, sugar,” just like a trick would do to a whore. She got up, got dressed, and left.
I pulled my pants up from my knees, put my swollen erection into them, and walked out of the door. When I walked into my suite, I heard a few female voices. When I closed the door, Roxy, Red, Marcy and Elexus were sitting around like they were having a tea party. My erection died instantly, and I braced myself for the company that I wanted to hurry and leave.
“Hey-hey-hey,” Elexus squealed out.
Marcy waved and I handed him the cards. “Ain’t seen you around, and as soon as we get a message, you putting us to work?”
“Did you bring what I asked for?” I asked impatiently.
Elexus said, “You act like you ain’t got no manners. Of course we brought your stuff for Roxy and Queen Red over here. The whole square gonna be jumping when they hear y’all two hooked up.”
“Can you imagine if they did the nasty and made one trifling ass hustling baby? Girrrl, he’d not only be the king of Times Square, but maybe the world,” Marcy added.
I checked to see how Roxy and Red responded to the statement. Roxy smiled, and Red crossed her legs wearing a content expression on her face.
The two queers pulled out a small wardrobe of sports bras, Dior panties, Diamond Girl sweat suits, and two pairs of Nike Air Max’s. Next to that were four Liz Claiborne suit jackets, blouses, and miniskirts for Roxy.
The cards from Gloria came on time. Instead of me paying in cash like I intended, I traded off with the cards. I then told the queers to pick up winter coats for Roxy and me. They dashed out of the hotel.
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