by Lexie Ray
“I’m sure I can handle it,” I said, adjusting my bra so that even more of my cleavage spilled out. I had to appreciate my mother for this one detail. I had a pretty great rack.
“Blue …”
I looked up as Cocoa’s voice trailed off. She looked pensive—almost sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” she said, laying her hand on my bare shoulder. “I can cover for you with Emil—with Mama, too. You can walk away from this.”
I laughed her off. “You’re acting like this is the worst thing in the world,” I said. “I’ve been giving it away for free since I got to New York City. It’s about time I started making people pay up.”
That made Cocoa smile, but it was a ghost of a thing. I found myself wondering how many men she had been with during her tenure at Mama’s nightclub. I wondered if each of them had taken a piece of her, and the Cocoa standing in front of me was just being held together with stubbornness and desperation.
“Are you on birth control?” she asked.
I nodded. “I had terrible periods,” I explained. “Got them for free from the local health department in Tennessee. The nurse praised me for being responsible, but I hadn’t had sex at the point. Just wanted more manageable cramps.”
Cocoa smiled. She opened a drawer and handed me a bottle of lube.
“Put this on,” she said. “You’ll thank me later.”
“I can get the juices flowing, don’t you worry,” I said, trying to give her back the bottle, but she shook her head.
“It’ll make it better for both you and him,” she said. “He doesn’t have to do foreplay or anything. There are no rules. You might get a considerate lover, or you might get someone who thinks you’re disposable. You never know, and you always want to be prepared.”
“Fine, fine,” I grumbled, squeezing the cold stuff onto my fingers and stuffing my hand beneath my panties. The lingerie set was new, something that Mama had bought for me right when I started working. She’d said that the clothes I’d brought from Tennessee were too raggedy for the caliber of business she was running, and I was more than willing to go on a shopping spree with her.
I had seven sets of lingerie—one for every day of the week. It was Thursday, so I was wearing my blue set, which matched my eyes perfectly.
I capped the bottle of lube and tried to give it back to Cocoa only to have her shake her head again.
“Behind, too,” she said. “You never know what they’re going to want.”
I could understand the wisdom of being prepared, but this seemed a little much.
“He said he was old fashioned,” I protested.
“People have been having anal sex since the beginning of time,” Cocoa said wryly. “You never know what you’re going to get.”
Cringing, I squeezed more lube out onto my fingers and worked it between my cheeks. I’d had anal during my foray into New York City, and didn’t mind it terribly. Vaginal sex, however, was my cup of tea. Mutual pleasure was so much better than one-sided pleasure.
“Any other pearls of wisdom to impart, baby?” I asked, sticking my hip out and putting my hand on it. I hoped I looked as confident as I felt.
Cocoa simply laughed at me. “Try to have a good time,” she said. “Get off, if you can. And if you can’t, pretend you did, anyway. He’s already paid for the pleasure of being with you, but he could always tip a little extra if you make it worth it.”
“Let the games begin,” I said, throwing open the bathroom door. Emil was sitting on the raised bed, smiling.
“You look even more beautiful than before, if that’s possible,” he said. “Your eyes are so blue.”
“That’s why they call me Blue,” I said, winking.
“You all are too cute,” Cocoa said, blowing us a kiss from the door, her nightclub personality firmly in place. It stunned me how easily she could switch it on or off. Always pretending to be something I wasn’t would exhaust me.
“You gonna stay and watch, Cocoa?” Emil asked. “I wouldn’t mind one bit.”
Cocoa laughed coquettishly, her eyes flickering. “Maybe next time, sweetheart,” she said. “I’ll be close by, though.”
The threat was implicit, but I heard it for what it was. I wasn’t sure that Emil did, though. Cocoa left the room, pulling the door closed, and I was alone with the man. For the first time, my confidence faltered a bit. When I’d first come to New York, I felt like the city was my oyster and I was finding one pearl after another. I was open to each experience and made an adventure out of everything.
This adventure was very real and grittier than anything else I’d done. This was illegal, I knew. And yet here I was, breaking the law in Mama’s name, selling my body to Emil.
I had to admit to myselfit was kind of exciting. This was just going to be my next adventure. If that was how I had to view it in order to be comfortable with it, then that was what I was going to do.
I smiled and cocked my head in what I hoped was a sexy pose before slowly stalking over to the bed.
“Emil,” I said, letting his name roll off my tongue. “I want you to tell me exactly what your expectations are.”
“I never have expectations,” he said. “I go into every situation open to anything.”
I was a little taken aback, but continued my slow walk to the bed. His philosophy sounded a little like someone I knew—mine.
“Well, I’m gonna tell you what I expect to happen,” I said, biting my finger before trailing it down my torso, over my breasts, and then down to the top of my panties, running it just inside the flimsy material before stopping just short of the bed and putting my hands on my hips.
With some satisfaction, I noted that Emil had followed my finger’s path very, very intently. I was happy that I’d painted my fingernails blue to match everything else. Putting on this new persona was exciting. Sandra felt more and more like someone I left in Tennessee, and Blue could be whomever she wanted.
“I desperately want to hear what you expect,” Emil said, focusing on me and nothing else. The bulge in his pants told me he was just as interested as he said he was.
“I expect us to have a beautiful night together,” I said. “That’s all that has to happen.”
“I think I can manage that,” he said, opening his arms to me. “Now, come here.”
I jumped lightly up and onto the bed, giggling as it squeaked mightily.
“I’m going to have to tell maintenance or someone to oil the springs,” I laughed. “Good lord.”
Emil laughed, too, and held me to him, me nearly naked against him, fully clothed. His silk shirt felt good against my bare skin. I put my nose against his neck and inhaled deeply. I could tell just from the smell of it that his cologne was expensive—probably more expensive than his shirt, even. I knew that Mama’s nightclub catered to those who could afford it. The drinks weren’t cheap, and neither were the girls. But it was still a shock to me that I was about to sleep with a very wealthy man. My previous New York trysts had all been successful in their own bohemian ways, but none of them were financially secure.
He exuded money, from the rings on his fingers as he caressed my milky skin, to the cut and color of his hair.
“Tell me,” I said softly but commandingly. “Have you ever done this kind of thing before, Emil?”
He shook his head, smiling. Each tooth was perfectly shaped and almost blindingly white. This was a man who took care of himself.
“I only recently found out about Mama’s nightclub,” he said. “Through a friend of mine. I must say, you’re the first woman I’ve paid to have the pleasure of knowing carnally.”
Even the way he spoke was wonderful. The way the words tumbled from between his lips, the rich timbre of his voice gave me chills.
“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I said. “You’re my very first.”
Emil raised his eyebrows. “Don’t tell me a little honey pot like you is a virgi
n.”
I laughed outright at that. “Of course not,” I said. “You’ll be glad I’m not, too. I’ll be able to give you lots of pleasure. You’re my first as Blue. Blue’s first.”
“I hope Blue finds this night to be memorable, then,” Emil said, smiling and stroking my hair.
He undressed, throwing his clothes on the floor like they were nothing. I would’ve hung them up for him, if he’d wanted me to, but when I made a move to do so, he crushed me to him instead.
“They’re just clothes,” he said. “I want you to focus on me, and on yourself. On enjoying this experience.”
I melted into his arms, tangling my fingers in his blond chest hair. He wasn’t overtly muscular, but this was a man who could handle himself. He was fit, and I wondered what he did to keep himself in such good condition. I traced the shape of his defined pectorals, running my fingers down his abdomen and to his well-shaped cock.
I’d been living in the boarding house for long enough to hear the horror stories from the rest of the girls about the condition of the cocks they’d been paid to put inside their bodies. One of them, Daisy, told a hysterical story about how she’d had to make over the tiniest penis she’d ever seen, praising and praising its owner while she gave head. She said it was like licking a lollypop, and used the tip of her thumb to help illustrate. Another girl whose name I’d forgotten told an equally funny story about a customer’s banana cock—curved so profoundly she thought she’d been hallucinating. Other stories were gross—cocks with lint on them, a long, black hair from whoever had been down there last, pubes that hadn’t been cut since the previous millennium.
After this experience, I was going to have my own dick story to tell—the customer with the perfect dick. It was long and thick, the dark blond pubic hair trimmed nicely. I wanted to worship that cock. I slipped my hand up and down the veined shaft, pressing my thumb into the slit at the tip.
“Like what you see?” Emil asked, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrows. I wondered if he had them waxed.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “In fact, I’m going to show you how much I like it.”
Bending forward, I licked it from base to tip and back down again, coating it completely with my spit. When I reached the base again, I kept going down, taking one of his velvety testicles into my mouth, rolling it around, then giving the other the same treatment. I was pleased to hear Emil groaning in appreciation. I started licking the shaft again, cupping his sac with my hand, rolling his balls around in my palm, pushing my thumb against that delicate skin. Without warning, I swallowed him whole, taking his entire length in my mouth. The art of the blow job could be so expressive, so meaningful, and I didn’t think most women realized that.
You could tell a man exactly how you felt about him through a blow job—or make him believe you were telling him exactly how you felt, if you were good enough.
Emil put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back. I blinked at him, confused.
“You are very talented,” he told me. “But I want to worship your body, too. You’re so beautiful, Blue.”
The more he talked, the more aware I was that English wasn’t his first language. He was impeccable at it, but he had an odd, almost stilted manner of speaking. It only added to his mystique.
He unfastened my bra and buried his face in between my breasts.
“Perfect,” I heard him murmur, his voice muffled.
He skillfully took one of my tits in his hand, weighing it, before he lightly pinched the nipple. I gasped at the electric shock of it, then gasped again as he tightened his hold on the rosy nub. He didn’t release my nipple until I moaned thickly, thrashing beneath him.
Emil kissed me as he dragged my panties down to my knees, and then to my ankles. I kicked them off the bed to join his pile of clothes, then put my legs around his hips.
“We match,” Emil said happily, pressing his erection onto my pubic mound. I laughed as his pubic hair tickled me. I shaved mine into a landing strip, but he was right. The two shades of dark gold between our legs matched almost perfectly.
“I’m glad to see you’re a natural blonde,” he murmured, our noses nearly touching.
“We’re a rare breed,” I said. “Like unicorns.”
Emil threw his head back and laughed. “Very much like unicorns,” he said. “It’s too easy to get blonde out of a bottle these days for you to trust that what you have is real.”
“I’m very real,” I said suggestively, grinding against his boner. “You just wait.”
“I can’t, not for a moment longer,” Emil said. He slipped his fingers between my labia and circled my clitoris. I moaned and moved my hips, wanting even more contact and attention from that twisting hand. While he was distracting me with that hand, he took his cock in his other and guided it into my very, very wet pussy. Part of it was lube, but the majority of it was how much Emil aroused me.
I knew that not every man I would be paid to sleep with at Mama’s nightclub would be as glorious as Emil. I knew that. But a girl could dream, couldn’t she? I fantasized about Emil coming in every night, asking for me. We’d spend all night together in this very room, exploring each other’s bodies. He’d make an honest woman out of me, or at least a rich one, and we’d fuck the night away.
That’s how good his cock felt inside of me.
He was definitely one of the best lays I’d ever experienced, maybe even better than Casey. Emil was on a whole different level than any of the men I’d been with, knowing intimately how to touch me, how to thrust, what angle to approach from, just how to rake his teeth over my bottom lip to make me shiver but not hurt.
I wanted to meet every woman he’d ever been with to compare notes, shake their hands, and thank them for helping him become the lover he was today.
That’s how amazing he felt when he began thrusting.
All of Mama’s girls had talked about all the weird positions they’d been asked to do by customers. It’d made me nervous because I didn’t think I could stand on my head or do the splits or anything else they’d tickled my imagination with.
But this with Emil, this was just classic missionary. The simplest position.
It was so mind-blowing. Completely hot. With simple changes of how he was holding my legs, it was like we were doing a million different positions. I loved the intimacy of wrapping my legs around his middle, drawing him deep into my body. I loved the tightness of putting my legs flat, narrowing my pussy so that he felt even bigger within me. And then, when he propped my legs up on his shoulders and drove down into me, pumping like a piston in and out of my body, I simply exploded.
As a general rule, I was a vocal lover, but there was nothing I could do to muffle my howls of ecstasy. I knew Cocoa had told me to just call for her if I needed help. I sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t think I was screaming for help now.
Emil grunted, then cried out. My heart clenched as I saw him come apart in orgasm. I hoped it was just as sweet as mine—sweeter, even. Seeing him lose control over his perfect visage because of his climax was so incredibly hot.
He sank down gently, pulling out even more gently, and hugged me to him.
“What do you say, Blue?” he began, his voice a little weak after his powerful completion. “Everyone remembers their first time. Is Blue going to remember this?”
“How in the hell do you think I could forget what just happened?” I asked, dumbfounded. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”
Cocoa had told me to fake it if it didn’t seem like I was going to make it, but there hadn’t been a need to. I felt like I had to make Emil realize how good a lover he was, if he didn’t realize it already.
He looked at my guileless face and smiled, tracing down my jaw with his fingers.
“I’m glad that you’ll never forget,” he said. “Now, let’s get cleaned up.”
The shower was just as hot as the bed, and we had sex under the hot spray of water, Emil taking me from behind. I could’ve stayed in the room with him for the en
tire night.
When I finally got out of the shower, Emil was nearly already dressed, giving worried glances at his watch.
“In a hurry?” I asked lazily, taking the towel from my body and using it to dry my hair.
“I am,” he admitted. “I’m very sorry to be, because I want nothing more than to fall into bed with you again, but I must go.”
“I understand,” I said, smiling. “We all have places to go.”
Emil finished buttoning the cuffs of his silk shirt and stopped to kiss me before heading to the door. He reached into his pocket and peeled off a hundred dollar bill from what looked like many more. He rubbed it between my breasts before putting it in the palm of my hand.
“I’ll never forget this, either,” he said, smiling as he rubbed my lip with his thumb. When he let himself out, Cocoa slipped in.
“I hope you all had as good a time as it sounded like,” she said rakishly, leering a little at Emil.
“Absolutely,” he said, grinning. “I have to run, though.”
Cocoa shut the door and dropped her smile.
“Probably to go home to his wife,” she said, her voice sarcastic. “Everything go okay?”
“Better than okay,” I said, waving the hundred dollar bill in front of her, not caring that I was naked as the day I was born in front of Cocoa. She was my roommate and had already seen me in varying degrees of undress.
Cocoa smiled at me. “Good girl,” she said. “That’s extra money, just for you. You must have really impressed him.”
“I’m going to charge everyone I sleep with for now on, whether I work here or not,” I announced, grinning. “This is too good to pass up. I can’t believe I was giving it up for free for so long.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cocoa said, laughing. “Now get dressed so you can get your butt back downstairs and make some more money.”
I found my bra easily enough, slipping it around my torso and fastening it in the back. I put my shirt on next for the simple fact that it was on top. But when I went to find my panties, they were nowhere to be found.
