Viewing Room

by L. P. Dover

  I continued to watch Kennedy all night and much to my pleasure she ignored everyone until I came out. I gave her a lap dance, much to her friends’ delight. Her cheeks turned the same color as her hair, but never once did her eyes leave mine, even as I stood there stroking my dick in front of her face. I wanted to ask her to go back in the viewing room and give me her number, but knew I couldn’t. She’d have to ask for me and I’m not sure that’s a chance I’m willing to take.

  I flirted with her more than any other woman tonight and my tips show for it. I should have a bankroll in my pocket, but I don’t. It’s a small sacrifice that I’m willing to accept because the alternative has been somewhat worth it. My only hope is that she comes back tomorrow or next week and we can play once more. All I know is that I have to see her again.

  The parking lot is still full when I walk out. That’s when I see her standing by a car talking to her friends. I stand back and watch her for a minute until I see them hug each other and go to their separate cars.

  I cough loudly so she knows I’m approaching. She turns and steps toward her car, her eyes wide.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “You didn’t,” she replies nervously.

  “Then why are you shaking?” I run the edge of my fingers down her arm, causing her to shiver even more. Chuckling lightly, I step closer.

  “It’s cold out.”

  “Let me warm you up,” I offer. Kennedy glances over her shoulders, probably wondering if she needs to scream for help. The truth is, the security guard can probably see everything and if she does scream, he’ll come running. “Why don’t we sit in your car and talk?”

  She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth only for my thumb to pull it back out. If anyone is going to be biting her lip tonight, it’s going to be me.

  “What harm can it do? You think I’m gay, remember?” I tease.

  She scoffs and then smiles. “Not anymore.” That theory went out the window once she had me in the viewing room. Unlocking her car doors, she nods toward the passenger side. “Get in.”

  What I’m doing is risky and I could probably lose my job, but there’s something about her and everything inside of me is screaming that I need to know her. I climb in and she starts the car, warding off the early morning chill that’s in the air. Kennedy turns on the radio, her breaths growing deeper and faster. She won’t look at me but I’m about to change that.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she says as her breath fills the compact space in her car.

  “Done what? Talk to a man in your car?” I take her chin and gently turn her to face me.

  “No, what I did in the viewing room or having you in here. I feel …”

  I can’t help but smile. “Dirty?”

  “No,” she says, shaking her head. “Torrid. I—”

  Leaning over, I capture her lips with mine, stopping her from saying anything more. She whimpers as I push my tongue into her warm mouth. Nails dig into my arms and then my neck as I work the buttons on her blouse. I may be moving too fast, but I don’t care. As long as she doesn’t tell me to stop, I’m going to have her. With the valley of her breasts exposed I move down her neck to her tits, tweaking her fabric-covered nipples between my fingers. She squirms in her seat, looking for friction.

  “When was the last time you came?” I ask, without stopping my fingers and lips.

  “Huh?”

  “Orgasm, Kennedy. When was the last time you came on a man’s cock while he was buried deep in your pussy?”

  She mumbles some incoherent answer but it doesn’t stop her body from responding to me. I fish out the condom that’s in my pocket. It’s a hazard of the job and I’m always prepared. I pull her shirt off, as much as I can, and yank the cups of her bra down exposing one of her mounds. Her nipple puckers as the cold air hits, inviting me to take it in my mouth. I bite and lap at her breasts while she holds my head there, unwilling to let me move.

  My cock strains against my jeans and my balls fucking ache. I want to fuck her. What’s worse is that I need to. I won’t be able to think of anything else until I’ve had her. My hand slides between her legs and she spreads them for me, giving herself to me freely. My fingers await her wet satin panties, but find skin.

  “Where are your panties?”

  She sighs breathlessly and it’s so fucking sexy. “In my purse. They were too wet to put back on … oh God,” she moans as my thumb brushes against her clit and my finger dips into her pussy.

  “Fuck, you feel so good against my finger,” I say against her skin as my hand rocks back and forth between her legs. She moves her hips in rhythm and moans as her nails dig into the back of my neck.

  “I need more.”

  “My fucking pleasure.”

  I move the seat back and recline, pulling my jeans down and letting my cock spring free. I wrap that fucker fast and pull her toward me. She’s already hiking her skirt up around her hips and centering me. My hands grip her hips as I bring her down onto me. I don’t go slowly with this shit either; I fucking pull her down so I can feel her pussy wrap around my dick.

  I hiss at the contact and her head falls back. I give her a second to adjust to my girth before I rock my hips and plant my feet on the floorboard for leverage. I thrust into her, causing her to scream out.

  Kennedy bounces on my dick and the smell of sex fills the car. The windows have fogged up so no one can see in, but they wouldn’t need to see to know what’s going on in here.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur. She falls forward and I suck on her nipples as she moves her body up and down my cock.

  “You’re so big,” she says. “I can feel you everywhere.”

  That’s the fucking goal, sweetheart. I let go of her breast and move to her lips, plunging my tongue deep inside of her mouth. We kiss, exchanging the same air, moans, and slew of curse words until she sits back up. My hands fall to her hips when she slows down, opting for a change in position as she leans back. I have a clear shot at her clit and waste no time rubbing it. When her head falls back I know I’m on the right path.

  “Keep going, Kennedy,” I tell her as she bucks her hips, moving faster against my thumb.

  “I’m going to come.”

  I pump faster, trying to be right there with her. The first initial squeeze of my dick has me on the brink and when she reaches behind her to touch my balls, I’m jerking into her, groaning as her pussy clenches tightly around me, pulsing as if it’s just been through the best night of its life.

  Kennedy falls to my chest; we’re both heaving and out of breath. I hold her to me, wishing my shirt were off so I could feel her against my skin.

  “I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispers, her voice sounding terrified.

  She moves away, quickly sliding off of me like I have the fucking plague. When she’s back in her seat, she looks at me and down at my condom-covered dick.

  “Do you always have condoms on you?”

  “Yes.” When you work in the sex industry, you get laid. I have to be prepared. I can see it in her eyes it’s not the answer she wanted.

  “Oh God,” she says, covering her eyes. “I need you to go.”

  “Why?”

  “Just go, please.”

  She doesn’t have to ask me again. I take the condom off, wrapping it in a piece of tissue that I find on her console, and slip my pants back on.

  With my hand on the door, I look at her. Her face is still covered, but I can’t help myself—I lean over and kiss her hand, lingering there for a moment. “If it’s any consolation, I’ve never been with someone … like this.”

  “Right.”

  I shake my head. “No, what I mean is, I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I don’t get turned on anymore on the job because I’ve grown immune to what is required of us, but with you, you make me so hard I wanted to fuck you earlier.”

  “Please go.”

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p; I nod even though she can’t see me and slip out of her car. By the time I reach mine, she’s tearing out of the parking lot with her tires screeching.

  “Way to fuck that up, Hunter.”

  The weekend is over and I spent it hiding away in my house. Now I’m on my way to the coffee shop before heading into work. My cheeks burn as I remember what happened in the very car I’m sitting in. I want to pretend it was just a dream, but Hunter’s cologne still lingers in my car, making it all the more real.

  What the hell have I done? I don’t just screw people I don’t know in cars. It’s been two days since that night at Society X and I can’t get it out of my mind. Hunter awoke things inside of me I never knew were there, but at what price? My dignity? Is it wrong I enjoyed it and want to go back?

  Nope, I can’t go back, not with the way I left. I’m so embarrassed but also angry with myself. Hunter probably does that with a different woman each night and I was stupid enough to fall for it. I pull up to the coffee shop and hurry inside. I’m not running late, but the sooner I can get to the office and bury myself in work, the better.

  Mackenzie is working at the counter and she smiles at me when I walk in. Her blonde hair is pulled to the side in a long braid and she’s wearing a Portland State University T-shirt underneath her apron. “Good morning, Mackenzie. How was your spring break?”

  She sighs. “Cancun was amazing. I want to go back.”

  “I bet,” I laugh. Her skin has a glow, something I haven’t had in a long time from all the hours I work inside. I glance down at my pale arms. Yep, I’m definitely going to have to try and get out more.

  “Want your usual?” she asks. I nod and she gets to work on my drink which is always a mocha latte with a shot of espresso. “You’re here a little early aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I wanted to get a head start at the office.”

  After she hands me my latte, I pass her my card. “I know how that is. I have to get to school early this afternoon to study for a test.”

  “Have fun with that. Exams are the one thing I don’t miss.”

  She runs my card and gives it back to me. “I’ll be glad when I don’t have to do it anymore. I only have three more years,” she replies sarcastically.

  “It’ll be over before you know it.” More customers start coming in so I wave and find a table. Since I have a few minutes, I pick up one of the newspapers they always keep scattered on various tables and have a seat. It’s the only time I’ll have to read it with the kind of schedule I have.

  I hold up the paper and search through it, but nothing really catches my eye. It’s always the same bullshit, week after week. I’m almost done with my latte when I hear the chair across from me skid across the floor. I lower the paper and freeze as I stare into a pair of golden brown eyes.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I snap. Dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt, it’s a complete contrast to the way I saw him the other night.

  Hunter smirks. “I could ask you the same thing. Are you following me?”

  Rolling my eyes, I slam the paper onto the table. “Hardly. I come in here every day and I’ve never seen you. Maybe it’s you following me.” I realize my mistake as soon as I say it. Now he’s going to know I’m in here every day. My cheeks slowly begin to burn and all I can think about is staring into those eyes of his as he fucked me in the car. The ache between my legs comes back with a vengeance. Shit.

  “Where do you work at?” he asks, taking in my attire.

  “That’s none of your business. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving.”

  I start to get up, but he grabs my hand. “Wait.”

  Huffing, I sit back down. “I don’t have time for this, Hunter.”

  He stares at me as if he can see right through me; it makes me shiver. “Well, you’re going to make time because I have something to say. You left in such a rush the other night, I didn’t get a chance to explain myself.”

  I snort and lower my voice. “Like that matters. You’re a stripper for Christ’s sake. You probably screw a different girl each night.”

  He sits back, eyes raw and untamed. Luckily, there’s no one near our table. “For a while, I did and it was fucking awesome. I’m not going to lie about my past or what I do. But if you want the truth—”

  Holding up my hands, I cut him off. “I don’t.” I get up and push in my chair. “Good-bye, Hunter.” Instead of going out the door to my car, I retreat to the place I know he can’t follow. Heart pounding, I slam open the bathroom door and rush to the sink. My cheeks are red and my whole body is on fire. It’s best to get away from him before I do something stupid again.

  As I look at my face in the mirror, the door opens and Hunter comes barging in, locking the door behind him. I jerk around and back myself into the wall. “Seriously?”

  He stalks toward me. “I told you I had something to say and you’re going to hear me out. Why are you so afraid? You wanted it the other night just as much as me.” Not being able to deny it, I stand there frozen as he moves closer. “And don’t try to deny it because I can tell. I can see it in your eyes. You wanted me then and you want me now.”

  “You’re such an arrogant bastard,” I hiss.

  I try to step past him, but he blocks my way, cornering me with his hands against the wall. His lips are so close I feel his breath against my face. “I’m not saying that to be an ass, Kennedy. I’ve never had anyone affect me the way you did the other night. It was intense and something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I’m not gonna lie … I want more. I’ve been going out of my mind hoping I’d see you again.”

  His mouth closes over mine and he pushes his tongue inside, only I willingly let him in. Everything inside of me clenches and if I’m truly honest with myself, I want more, too. “We can’t,” I say, breaking the kiss. “I can’t do this knowing you’re sleeping with other women.”

  He doesn’t move back, but stares heatedly down at me, his arousal pressing against my core. “I never said I was. And who’s to say you’re not fucking other men?” I don’t have an answer because he has a point. Nothing is holding me back from doing anything I want. I’m young and single. He rests a hand against my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. It’s his eyes that make me fall under his spell. “I’m living in the moment and all I see is you. I’m not gonna be able to stop until I have more.”

  “What happens when you get that?” I ask breathlessly. “You move on to the next piece of ass?”

  He shakes his head. “I’ll want even more.”

  Pushing me against the wall, he picks me up in his arms and I gasp. My legs wrap around his waist and he carries me to the counter. His lips are all over mine, tasting and biting. I can’t think of anything else but that night two days ago. I can still feel him stretching me to the point of pain, but it was a delicious ache. Lifting my skirt, he sets me on the counter.

  I hiss as the cold marble rests against my skin. “What are you doing?”

  He slides me toward him and gets on his knees. “I want to taste you.” The next thing I know, he rips off my underwear and his mouth is on my clit.

  Grabbing onto the sink, I moan, “Oh my God, Hunter.” His tongue plunges in deep and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I’m so close to losing control, my orgasm building with each flick of his tongue. As soon as he thrusts a finger inside of me, I’m done. I clench all around him as my body explodes. I cry out as quietly as I can while I ride wave after wave of pure ecstasy.

  “You taste so fucking good,” Hunter growls, swiping his tongue against me one last time. He helps me off the counter and straightens my skirt. Noticing his bulging pants, I reach down to touch him, but he grabs my hand. “I’m out of time,” he murmurs.

  My hands itch to touch him. “What about you though? I can’t leave you like that after what you did to me.”

  He kisses me again and bites my bottom lip. I can taste myself on his lips. “There’s always tomorrow. If you want me, meet me here in the mornin
g.”

  With those final words, he straightens himself and walks out the door. Heart racing, I walk out after him and Mackenzie jerks her head in a different direction, clearly trying to be discreet. While I watch Hunter get into his car, I’m still reeling from my orgasm. I can hardly move.

  He wants me here tomorrow? Is that something I really want to do? My body screams yes, but should I really risk my reputation for that? No … but I’m going to do it anyway.

  There are cars already filling the parking lot when I arrive. It’s a good thing because it means we’re busy, but it’s bad because I’m late. Out of all the years I’ve worked, I’ve never been late. I walk in and Sara does a double take when she looks at me. Am I glowing? Do I look like I just had one of the best orgasms of my life? I try to hide my smile, and can’t.

  “Good morning, Kennedy,” she calls out. “You look happy this morning.”

  “Thanks,” I say in passing. “Good morning to you, too.”

  When I get to the office, Elaine comes barging in with her notebook at the ready. Clearing her throat, she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “Your first appointment is here. Her name is Jennifer Bates and she’s trying to get a divorce. From what I gather, it’s getting pretty nasty.”

  I love working divorce cases; especially if the guy is in the wrong. There’s nothing like the feeling of triumph when my clients win against low life assholes who like to cheat or beat their wives.

  “Sounds good. What else do I have today?”

  She glides her pen down the paper. “Nothing major, just a bunch of paperwork from the courthouse. Should I send in Mrs. Bates?”

  “Please,” I reply, sitting up straighter in the seat.

  After writing something down in her notebook she looks at me, her gaze narrowed. “Did you get a new haircut this weekend?”

  I laugh. “No, why?”

  “You look different this morning. I can’t put my finger on it.”