One Night Only

by Violet Blue

  He doesn’t. She boxes her ears. Her back arches. She yells. Her ass goes up and fucks his face. He rides her carefully. He does something with his mouth and some kind of suction and the way his tongue moves is nice. She comes fucking hard. She collapses moist with sweat, a puddle of moisture underneath her. She grabs the condom from the nightstand, tears off her bra and pulls Jason onto her.

  She gets the condom on fast and then he’s inside her—voila. Two minutes, three at the outside. He tries to last; after all, she’s really moaning. She seems to be enjoying it lots; he wants to make it last.

  And she is enjoying it—but she can hear her cell phone buzzing, over in her purse tucked against her wad of hundreds. She wants that even more than she wants Jason’s very hot dick, and as good as it feels inside her, it’s the feel of his tongue and the explosion of her orgasm, so beautiful and so unexpected, that Steffi will recall with pleasure and pride like a pair of gorgeous events in the timeline of her life.

  Jason lets go and sighs and comes inside her—in the condom. She helps him off her, removes and ties the condom off, and cuddles with him briefly. Then as he rests, panting, she’s off to check her phone, kicking off her shoes and unhitching her garter belt as she does.

  She says, “You mind if I take a shower?”

  “Not at all,” he says.

  She texts Jeanette back: NP, will c client @ Griffin on 1st St @ 6. Rm #?

  Jason watches her cross the room to the bathroom. When she gets out of the shower, he’s gone—and there’s another hundred-dollar bill on the pillow, smelling like her perfume.

  She puts her clothes on.

  She feels bad about lying to Jeanette. Yes, I’m looking to make a career of this. I’m in it for the long-term. It’s not just a lark. Oh, I’m very sexually free. I want to learn from you and the other girls. I want to learn the business. It was all bullshit; what she wants is money, and fast, enough so she won’t have to call her parents and beg halfway through the post-graduation European trip they opposed with vehement savagery. “You should get a job,” her father told her.

  Steffi guesses she has. This is definitely a job. Otherwise, how’d she get five hundred dollars?

  She was enjoying herself, but that just makes it a good job.

  And it’s a temp job, she guesses—just for a day and night.

  And maybe a nooner, if she has to.

  If she has to.

  Dressed again and primped and perfumed, she takes a taxi, because she doesn’t want to fuck around with her glasses or with finding parking. She disembarks at the Griffin, where the second client waits in Room 1254.

  He’s in his early fifties; his name is Dennis and he’s reasonably hot and suave and sexy. She feels dirty for doing a man as old as her father. She kind of likes that.

  Dennis doesn’t tip her up front, but he goes down on her, too, and what he lacks for in shaving technique he makes up for with a tongue that’s clearly seen a lot of women. Drunk and cocky for having done it once for Jason, she looks down at Dennis’s handsome face with his mouth eagerly working on her clit—and tells him he should keep doing that a little, if he wants her to come for him.

  He does and she does, but it’s harder the second time. What she does, finally, after ten or twelve minutes of trying and not quite getting there, is caress Dennis’s face and ease his mouth off her clit—then slide her finger down and rub herself fervently; that part she’s good at. She comes hard, and he’s got the condom on before she even sucks him. He enters her gently, sighing, “Is that all right?” He’s got a somewhat biggish cock so he must be used to women complaining. Steffi doesn’t complain; she says it’s way fucking more than all right, and it is. She wraps her legs around him and kisses him deeply as he fucks her; Dennis seems shocked at that.

  Oh, right, thinks Steffi. Prostitutes don’t kiss, I guess.

  Then she thinks, Holy crap—is that what I am?

  The thought turns her on so much she can’t help herself. She rolls Dennis onto his back and rides him slowly looking into his eyes and sliding her hand down her front and panting, “You mind if I come again?”

  That shocks him even more than the kiss, but of course he says go right ahead. She rubs eagerly, looking down at him as she masturbates while riding his dick. She never realized her thighs were this strong. She’s been working the stair-stepper all year—not the better to fuck, but the better to hike the fucking Alps—and now it’s paid off. She fucks herself on him, rubbing with one hand, caressing his chest, using every dirty word she can think of as she tells him how good it feels.

  It takes her ten minutes; when her climax comes, it’s intense but achy, like she’s pushed her body too far. She slumps forward and rides him and begs him to come.

  He flips her over and fucks her; he comes in a minute. She kisses him, smiles, says, “Thank you.”

  “No, no, thank you,” is Dennis’s shocked response—along with another two hundred.

  Steffi doesn’t shower this time; she just tucks the money in her bra, because she really really really likes to feel it there.

  As she takes a cab back to the Damiano to retrieve her car and her glasses, her cell phone buzzes.

  It’s a text from Jeanette.

  WTF is up with you???

  Steffi texts back: ???

  Jeanette: Jason just emailed to brag he got you off. Guess u enjoyed? LOL.

  Steffi: LOL.

  Jeanette: He wants 2 c u next week.

  Steffi: Sorry, out of town.

  Jeanette: :-( You said early 2morrow was good?

  Steffi: Til midafternoon.

  Jeanette: How bout 12 and 2? Both at the Dami?

  Steffi: 2 clients?

  Jeanette: Yah 2 today, 2 tomorrow - kewl?

  Steffi takes a deep breath. She feels a rush of excitement as she thumbs back:

  OK KEWL.

  Feeling warm and glowy all over, Steffi gives the driver a tip and crosses the lobby to the parking elevator on the far side, even though she doesn’t really have to. She just likes walking through the lobby. Men in the growing Friday crowd watch her every move with gusto. Venice will rock this year.

  And she’s gonna have that nooner after all.

  THE SPOILED BRAT

  Lily K. Cho

  Amy paused to check the name on the sign above the door. THE SPOILED BRAT. Yep, she was at the right place. Yep, she was meeting her sister at a gay bar. She didn’t mind, but she did wish Jill had warned her. Amy had been hoping to get laid, but as she was the heterosexual of the two sisters, her prospects were diminishing rapidly.

  Oh, well, she thought, it was Jill’s party. Her younger sister had just graduated from UCSF and had scheduled a week of festivities before she went to Europe for the summer. Lucky bitch, Amy thought, laughing to herself. Jill was on a plane to London tomorrow. Amy was on a plane too, but back to L.A. for work.

  Just then Jill walked up and gave Amy a slap on the butt. “Damn, Amy,” she said. “You need some meat on your bony little ass!”

  “Well, not everybody is built like a Mack truck!” Amy snapped back in mock pique. Jill actually had a great ass, round and muscular from years of competitive sports. Amy was built entirely differently, tall and slender to Jill’s compact, athletic body. The sisters were nothing alike. Amy, older by six years, was blonde and willowy and often topped her male companions in height if she was wearing the fuck-me pumps. Tonight she was dressed in a cute little black dress that accentuated her long legs, and red shoes that matched her lipstick. Jill had short, curly brown hair, didn’t own a single dress, and hardly wore any makeup. She was dressed in jeans and an old jersey.

  “Shall we get this party started?” Jill said, as she opened the door. “I’ll buy the first round!”

  A wave of retro ’80s music hit them as they entered the bar. It was dark inside, but Amy could see the crowded bar, a pool table and dartboard off to the left, and a small dance floor beyond that. Jill’s girlfriend Laurie was already there, settled in with a grou
p at a table in the back. Amy had already met most of them at Jill’s graduation ceremony, so the introductions were quick. Jill went off to secure the promised drinks, while Amy surveyed the dance floor. All the men were coupled up with other men, and she wasn’t interested in women. She sighed; it would be another lonely night in her bed.

  The drinks arrived, and Jill handed her what she proclaimed was a “Dark and Stormy,” a specialty of the bar: ginger beer and vodka. It was refreshing after the heat outside. She drank it down quickly, and as quickly had another pushed into her hand. She knew she should take it easy, but here, surrounded by Jill’s friends, she felt safe enough. And maybe drinking would keep her from thinking about Frank.

  Frank was her ex-husband. Amy couldn’t help smiling ruefully as she remembered his pet name for her. He had called her his spoiled brat. How ironic that she was sitting in a bar of the same name a few months later, trying to drown her memories of him. Spoiled brat. He said he’d give her anything, but he’d only given her what he had felt like giving, never what she wanted. And all she had wanted was his love. She didn’t care about jewelry or cars or the house, just him. She had pretended not to notice the “business trips” and “work dinners,” not believing Frank was actually having an affair until he’d dialed the wrong number and left her a voice message that was undeniably not meant for her. When she confronted him, he had tried to turn it all back on her, accusing her of always wanting too much from him, unlike his mistress. Suddenly she wasn’t a spoiled brat any more, but a greedy little bitch. Jill had been there for Amy throughout the hasty divorce, and Amy wasn’t going to let it ruin Jill’s party.

  Amy spent the rest of the evening laughing and chatting with Jill and her friends. They were a lively bunch, if a bit rowdy, and a good distraction. It was a good time, but the crowd was slowly thinning, and one by one Jill’s friends were excusing themselves. Soon only Amy, Jill and Laurie were left. Laurie pulled Jill onto the dance floor, leaving Amy by herself.

  Amy’s eyes wandered over the few patrons left in the bar. A couple of women dressed in denim and leather were playing pool, and some young men in tight T-shirts were laughing at a nearby table, but it was the couple slow dancing in a corner that caught her eye. Two men, each attractive in his own way: a tall blond with close-cropped hair and a smaller, wiry brunet with a neatly trimmed goatee. They were both dressed in casual business attire, like they had come straight from work. They would slow dance for a bit, then stop to kiss, hands wandering over each other. How she wished she had somebody to dance with too.

  She couldn’t stop watching the romantic couple. It was obvious they weren’t strangers in the way they touched and the way they leaned close to talk and laugh. The blond slipped his arm around the shorter man’s waist with an easy intimacy. She realized she was staring when the blond glanced up at her. She hastily looked away, blushing. She hadn’t meant to be rude! She looked up just as the blond was making his way over to her table, his dance partner in tow.

  “Hey there, gorgeous, would you like to dance?” Blondie asked.

  “I thought you were with him,” Amy replied, confused.

  “He is,” interjected the brunet playfully, “but maybe you could be with us!”

  “I’m Matt,” continued the blond, “and this is Andrew. We thought you looked lonely. Come dance with us!” He extended his hand, and Amy couldn’t resist the twinkle in his blue eyes.

  “I’m Amy,” she said with a laugh. “Let’s dance!”

  Matt and Andrew led her out onto the dance floor. A fast song was on, and they danced in a loose circle. Amy loved to dance, and these guys were great partners. The song ended, and a slow song began. Amy was about to return to the table, but Andrew caught her hand. “I thought you were going to dance with us?” he asked, gently pulling her to him. Soon they were all slow dancing together, wrapped in a loose embrace. It seemed only natural when Andrew leaned forward to kiss her softly on the lips, but when Matt moved in to kiss her next, alarms went off in her head, and she stepped back from them.

  “Wait a minute, boys,” Amy said with an awkward laugh, “what the hell is going on here?”

  “Don’t worry,” said Matt, “we don’t bite. Much. But we both think you’re hot, and we thought you might want some… companionship.”

  “I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Amy stammered.

  “Matt and I are going home to fuck,” Andrew said, giggling. “We want you to come play with us!”

  Amy was stunned, not so much at the proposition, but at her body’s reaction to it. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to both of them, and that watching them make out had been turning her on. But seriously, she couldn’t go to bed with not just one, but two men she had just met! Could she?

  She looked around frantically for Jill, found her at the bar and silently begged for help. Jill read her panic and sauntered over. “Hey Matt, Andy, I see you’ve met Amy. My sister Amy.” Jill’s expression was friendly, but there was a subtle warning in her voice.

  “Hey, no offense,” Andrew said, lifting his hands. “But your sister is hot! We just thought she might be interested in a little fun, is all. You know we’re cool.”

  Jill looked up at Amy. “He’s right,” she said. “They may be horrible sluts,” she added with a laugh, “but they’re good guys. If you want to go with them, I won’t stop you. In fact, maybe they’re just what you need!”

  Amy looked at Matt and Andrew and felt a tingling between her legs as the blood rushed to her pussy. Well, she had been hoping to get laid tonight…

  Matt went to call a taxi, and Jill left with Laurie. Amy turned to Andrew. “Do you two do this often?” she asked. “I mean, pick up women together.”

  “Not often,” he replied, “but…well, we both noticed you, and we both wanted to fuck you. No offense, but we don’t usually agree on women, so…no, we don’t do this often.”

  “You should feel privileged,” he added with a wink.

  They made out in the back of the cab, Amy sitting in the middle, turning to kiss first one and then the other. What the hell am I doing? she thought in a panic. The thought was quickly drowned by Andrew’s tongue invading her mouth as Matt slid his hand up her thigh and started massaging her crotch through her panty hose. She moaned as Andrew’s fingers began squeezing her breasts, and then she was kissing Matt again.

  Somehow they ended up in the two men’s apartment, but Amy had no idea how they got there. She didn’t think the three of them had stopped kissing for a moment. The groping and fondling had made her frantic with need, and once inside, she immediately started unbuttoning Matt’s shirt. “Slow down,” he whispered, “we have all night.”

  Matt and Andrew removed her clothes slowly, kissing and nibbling each part of her body. She whimpered when they removed her bra, freeing her aching nipples. Andrew immediately bent to suck on them, teeth gently tugging at first one, then the other. “Beautiful,” he breathed. “You have beautiful tits!” Amy knew that her breasts were relatively small, but the way he was worshipping them made her feel like a goddess. A girl could get used to that!

  Amy sat on the couch and watched, mesmerized, as the two men undressed, their cocks already stiffening with passion. Andrew’s cock was surprisingly thick and meaty, while Matt’s was slightly longer but didn’t have quite the girth of Andrew’s. Both were beautiful specimens, drops of precome already beading on the delicate tips. She ran her gaze over the rest of their bodies. Andrew had lighter skin, a wiry build and a tight, muscular butt. His chest was smooth, and his dark brown nipples were big and hard. Matt was a golden tan with a line of dark fur starting at his navel and pointing the way down. His strong, wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist.

  Andrew dropped to his knees to take Matt’s hard member into his mouth with the practiced ease of a longtime lover. Amy was a little surprised he didn’t gag. Matt’s hands gripped the sides of Andrew’s head, holding it still while he thrust into Andrew’s waiting mouth. Amy spread her legs and starte
d stroking her pussy as she watched. Matt glanced over and gave a strangled groan when he saw her playing with herself; she thought he was going to come right then, but he slowed to a stop.

  Andrew looked at Amy with a grin. “Your turn,” he said. At first Amy thought he meant it was her turn to go down on Matt, and she was more than eager to taste him, but Andrew pushed her back on the couch and knelt between her legs. His tongue pushed into her waiting pussy. “Mmm…you’re so wet,” he said, before diving back in. Amy gasped as he attacked her cunt, his hot tongue plunging deep inside, his hands holding her thighs spread wide. “You taste so good,” he murmured. She groaned with pleasure, eyes closing as he ate her. He slipped his fingers into her, then brought them dripping to his mouth and then to hers, smearing the juice over her lips. He kissed her, and she tasted her own tangy sweetness.

  Andrew returned to eating her, concentrating on her clit now. His tongue gently circled her swollen bud as his fingers played with the petals of her lips, teasing, enticing. Amy moaned and lifted her hips, begging wordlessly for more, for something to fill the emptiness inside her cunt. He teased her with his tongue a bit longer, long slow strokes up and down her slit, before making her jump with a series of hard flicks directly on her clit. Her fingers curled in Andrew’s hair, much like Matt’s had. She glanced over at Matt; he was staring at them, lightly stroking his erection.

  Amy beckoned to Matt and he came up beside her on the couch, offering his cock to her. She opened her mouth to take him in and almost choked as he thrust deep into her throat at the same time Andrew placed a particularly wicked flick on her clitoris. She was impressed with how easily Andrew had handled Matt’s cock. She was using all of her skill to take it without gagging; Matt’s deep thrusts were almost more than she could manage. Her eyes were starting to water, and she knew saliva was dripping down her chin. She was glad he didn’t have Andrew’s thickness, or she would never have been able to do it!