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Subject: A Night With Sonya Lynn 02 (mf oral rom) [2/8]
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Chapter 2

Sonya held him tight as the fire place flickered in the background.
Michael kissed her deep. He loved the taste of her tongue rolling around
in his mouth. He relished the warmth of her tanned body and it's sweat
smell. He loved the fact that she had no tan lines anywhere. God how he
loved looking for them though. He felt Sonya's warm embrace. It was like
warm rays from the son that engulfed his soul. He held her tight around
the small of her back as he entered her. He grabbed her ass and squeezed
it as to devour it in his feast. As Michael went deep into her Sonya
arched back in ecstasy receiving his full length. She felt his power and
strength draining into her body. His fair skin gave him the look of an
angel hovering over her. He had given himself to her totally. Then she
grabbed
him tight and held him deep inside her as she exploded with desire. She
held him tight for deep inside he held her heart.

Sonya woke and could tell she had cried during her sleep. She wiped her
eyes dry, trying to forget her feeling from the dream. Pam peeked in her
room. Sonya, have you been crying? I am okay, she replied sniffling.
Sonya looked at her, It was just a dream, she said. It was about this
guy I met a few nights ago. I seem attracted to him. Why would he pay
for a girlfriend when he can have anybody he wants to date? You can't
afford to fall for a guy in our line of work. Sonya looked at the floor.
I don't know but I really feel bad when I fuck him. Why do you feel bad.
Hell Pam I have been through so much and he is just a normal guy. When I
have sex with him I feel like I am corrupting him. Pam turned to look at
her. Sonya honey, He pays you damn good money to corrupt him. If it were
me I would keep him well corrupted. Sonya looked up to her with a smirk
on her face. Then she got a sad look. But you don't feel like I do about
him.  Sonya began hurting inside. What man would ever want her anyway.
She was a low life. She felt like a piece of meat for sale. She could
not hold back her tears. Part of the pain of her job was knowing the
things she had done that were just plain bad. In the hearts of many
there was no forgiveness for her past. Pam handed her a Kleenex to dry
her eyes. Pam rubbed her back. It's ok honey I know just how you feel.
As they hugged Sonya’s tears trickled on her friends shoulder. Then with
in a wave of emotion she sobbed bitterly for several minutes to the
point of relief. Feeling the pain had gone for now she dried her eyes.

Michael had opened his eyes with the biggest hard on he had for days.
His dream of Sonya was very intense. Well as some would say he went and
pissed it off. When he pulled down his underwear he saw cum spots on
them. They were still damp. Then he thought. Son of a bitch. I had a wet
dream. The dream was vivid in his mind. He remembered Sonya devouring
him as exploded. He saw her arched back as he had buried himself inside
her tanned body. The one thing he could not forget about Sonya is every
time he looks at her he gets lost in those blue eyes. And he could stay
there forever. Before him was his work on the desk in front of him. A
couple of hours had past and he had been working on account that a
financial manager had screwed up. He ran his hand across his pocket and
he felt something. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small blue
paper flower. A memory flashed across his mind. It was Sonya. The very
first time he saw her just over a week ago. She looked more beautiful
than any girl he had ever seen before. She was just standing there in
front the play house waiting on her escort. Then just before she got in
the car she stopped and looked right at him as if she had seen the best
looking guy in the world. Sonya must have stared at him for thirty
seconds. Then someone got her attention and she got in  the car. He
could not forget her intoxicating beauty.

The buzzer went off in front of him bringing him back to reality. It was
his friend Kathy. Kathy was like a sister to him. They knew everything
about each other since they were little kids. She saw him behind his
desk  just starring into space. Kathy sat there for a few minutes just
watching him. Then she spoke. Hello, Mike. Earth to Mike. Come in.
Heshook his head and apologized to her. Playing with his pen in his hand
he began to tell Kathy about Sonya. He told her the whole story. Kathy
looked at him. Mike you thinking with the wrong head here. OK I know
that a  relationship with her will probably never work out. But if she
will let me I want to help her. Kathy sighed. I get it you are going to
save her from herself,  right? Mike she is a hooker. Mike frowned and
said, no only she can save herself. But at least I can give that chance.
Please don't call her that. Okay I will help you anyway I can. I will
give my full support. Kathy knew that look in his eye. And she  knew no
one could change his mind except Sonya.

Sonya stood on the street corner waiting for her next trick. Some how it
all seemed harder than it used to be with a strange man. But she knew if
she kept busy she could ignore her troubles. She had several clients
that day. It had been a long day for her. She looked in the distance and
saw a car. She could not tell what kind it was. She laughed. She could
not believe a client stood her up. That had never happened. She called
Pam to pick her up.  She really just wanted to go home. Tomorrow  was
Friday and she hoped a better day was ahead. It was the night she would
see Michael again. She got home and took a long soothing bath. Wrapped
in her towel she walked into the living room as the phone rang. It was
Michael. How much will it cost if I just want to talk to you and not
have any sex? She giggled with a cracked voice. Well I am willing to
negotiate. OK. My place same time as last week Sonya hung up the phone
smiling. For some reason just talking to him made her feel good.

Sonya knocked on Michael's door. It was a crisp cool evening. The door
opened and she disappeared inside the door. Have a seat Sonya. She set
down and relaxed back into her chair. Laying her purse down beside she
looks around the walls at the pictures. Pictures lined a book case of
military services. She saw him in uniform. As she looked at the pictures
a feeling of fear overwhelmed her as she saw the Police Academy sign at
the bottom in one of the pictures. It's OK Sonya I am not with the
police department. Sonya jumped at the sound of his voice. What do you
want? It's OK. You are safe here. She relaxed again in her seat. Her
white tee shirt and jeans fit her very well. I just wanted to talk to
you. Do you ever get tired of your work? Sonya you can't like what you
do.  Hiding her feelings the best she could she told him. “I do all
right. I get to meet lots of people. I visit really nice places too".
She looked at him and forced a smile. Michael I don't think you want to
be my friend so let's quit fooling ourselves OK? He sat down directly in
front of her and took her hands. My friends call me Mike. I would really
like for you to also. He gave a gentle soothing smile. She looked at him
and smiled back. Ok, Mike what do you want to talk about? I would love
to help you find different work. I kind of thought you might be tired of
your work by now. She looked at himand laughed. You wanna help me? She
sighed and said don't try to save me Mike.      Spend your time and
effort on someone worth saving. I have nothing left to save. She showed
her sadness to him. Sometimes when you do things wrong, you spend the
rest of your life paying for the mistakes you make. I don't believe you.
If loose the ability to love or care about someone, then you have
nothing left to save. If you loose your compassion, then you have
nothing left to save. But I see allot of compassion from where I am
sitting. I think you care about  people as a whole. Sonya you are not
very happy with your job now. Unless  someone helps you, you will have
nothing left to save. Tears suddenly fell from her face. She hugged him.
For the first time in her life she felt like a human being.Somebody
treated her with respect and decency. Sonya held him tight like a person
would hold on to they're greatest treasure.

 Author's note!
Sometimes people have abilities to reach certain people that can be very
hard to reach. As far as I am concerned if a person is reachable and
they want help then they are worth saving.

Jenny Sinn  March 15, 1998



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