You Say Slut Like It's a Bad Thing
“How does someone like you end up being a Cherri?” Ethan took a sip of his coffee.
“I was broke and enjoy having a roof over my head.” The answer seemed almost too simple to be true. He nodded his head and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
The city lights twinkled as we walked down the street.
“That’s exactly how I started stripping in college.”
I nearly choked on my frappuccino and stared at him, “You were a stripper?” The image popped into my head and I won’t lie, it was appealing.
“No,” He laughed at the shocked expression on my face, “But you totally just pictured me as Magic Mike.”
Heat rushed to my face, “You wish.” I really needed to stop being so easy to read.
We rounded the corner and were back at PinkCherry.
“Well, I suppose my two hours are up.” Ethan gave me a soft smile as we reached the door.
“Thanks for the coffee break.”
I pulled open the door and braced myself for the hell awaiting me. “See you next month?”
“If you’re lucky.” Ethan winked and walked back into the crowd of people stumbling home.
I took a deep breath and charged into the building with my head held high. When I saw Kitty on the floor with a collar around her neck, it felt like my head had been chopped off.
She stood once she reached the front desk and shook the hand of her customer. Once he left her focus quickly shifted to me.
“Tara,” She ran over and wrapped her arms around me. It was increasingly more awkward when I remembered she was naked. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” The man that I desperately craved tormented me in front of hundreds of people. Everything was peachy.
Kitty crinkled her nose, “I’m sorry about, Jason.”
“I’ll live.” Maybe not with my pride intact but she didn’t need to know that.
It wasn’t long before Jade and Sarah popped into the conversation.
“We really should put a mandatory multiple orgasm clause on our contracts.” Sarah said. The idea was definitely tempting.
“It really wasn’t that bad.” I lied. My pussy ached at the memory.
“Well, I think we should all address the elephant in the room,” Kitty trailed off until she captured our attention. “Tara likes it in the ass.”
Soon Sarah and Jade were chanting through their laughter. I was the shade of a fire truck.
“I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“Oh please, you totally wanted it.” Jade wasn’t wrong but to hell, if I was going to say so.
Sarah wrapped her arm around my shoulder; Her milky white boobs bounced each time she moved. “Maybe Ethan will fuck you in the ass.”
Good idea, wrong person. “Ethan is just a customer.”
“That you let take you out for coffee.” Jade added
Kitty nodded, “He also left you a pretty large tip.”
“Tip?” He didn’t even play with me.
“It’s not the kind of tip she wanted,” Sarah said, earning a chuckle from Jade.
Kitty walked over to the computer and called me over, “See, he paid his bill and then left you a two hundred dollar tip.”
I stared at the screen. Maybe this was a mistake; But dammit if I didn’t need that money.
“Jason is looking for you by the way.” Kitty off-handedly said while shutting off the computer.
My heart leaped; What did he want? I should never let my imagination run wild. It got dirty; too dirty. Just as I was considering running to him and demanding to be fucked five ways till Sunday, I remembered how he left me tied up and begging.
And that only made me hornier.
“He can wait.”
“Bold move,” Jade said before leaning in, “For a dirty slut.”
I grinned, “It takes one to know one.”
“You know you want this.” Jade let out a low moan as she dragged her fingers over her pussy. I rolled my eyes at her show.
Sarah smacked her ass, “C’mon dirty slut. I’ll play with you.” Jade winked and flew off into the backroom with Sarah and kitty on her heels.
I was alone on the showroom floor. The toys were still scattered around and wet from thirty eager pussies. The need to be fucked clung to the forefront of my mind.
I decided to call it a day and have a little one on one time with my shower head. As the door shut behind me Jason caught my eye. His haunting body was leaned up against the entrance to his workroom; maybe he thought I would turn around and drool over his shoes.
I waved at his expectant figure and walked away into the night.
Somehow I knew I would pay for that.