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Need Work
by Kellis (kellis@dhp.com)

***

If whores liked to work they wouldn't be whores. (MF, 
oral, anal, prost)

***

Chad pressed the window-down button. "Aren't you really 
a woman?"

"Last time I looked." The voice was soprano, surprising 
him; she hadn't seemed so young. The assumed age usually 
produced contralto in women, at best. Otherwise the 
gender was not obvious. She wore jeans with the knees 
out, sneakers with the toes out and a long-sleeved man's 
gray shirt too large for her with no swell of breast. 
Mousey brown hair straggled to shoulder length. She had 
baggy blue eyes, no sign of makeup and no polish on 
finger or toenails. The plain cheeks were smooth, 
however, which had prompted Chad's question.

He had stopped in the left-turn lane to await the light. 
She stood on the island in the divided roadway, hands 
with short nails holding a crudely lettered sign that 
proclaimed, Need Work. The backs of her hands were 
smooth, supporting the conclusion of a lower age.

He tilted his head, said, "Get in the car," and waited 
to see if she would do it.

When she stepped off the curb, he popped the locks. She 
ran around the front with alacrity, snatched the door 
open and plopped into the seat just as the light changed 
to green. The car turned into the corner as she closed 
the door. He smelled bacon frying, one of the odors of 
an unwashed woman.

"Put on your seat belt," he told her above the engine 
purr and grinned.

"We don't want the cops to notice us, do we?"

"Why not? You planning to take me into the woods and 
snuff me?"

He grunted. "Stuff you, maybe. If you feared that, why'd 
you get in?"

"I also thought if he does that at least I'll be out of 
this mess." She pulled the belt around her.

"What mess?" He gave her a quick once-over. "You look 
poor but healthy."

She took a deep breath. "Poor! I'm flat broke, nothing 
to wear, no place to stay. My last friend kicked me out 
this weekend. I ain't had a bath since then, nothing to 
eat today and one coke to drink."

"So you're hungry."

"Plus thirsty and tired of standing on a corner begging 
from skin-flints. My feet hurt and so do my hips."

"I thought beggars do rather well on that corner -- at 
least when the light's red."

"Well, you thought wrong. At least about me. The men 
think I'm a cop and the women... When I smiled at one, 
she ran her window down and said, 'Why don't you drop 
dead?'"

"But you've got your health."

"Not for long at this rate."

"Have you looked for a job?"

"What do you want from me Mister, my life history?"

"No, although I can be a sympathetic listener."

"Huh! I need to put something in my mouth."

"I can help you there."

"Yeah, I'll bet."

He chuckled. "In fact I mean to let you suck my cock but 
after I give you something to chew on."

"To chew on? Such as?"

"Fast food."

He turned the car into a side street.

She leaned back with a sigh. "About what I figured. But 
a blowjob's worth more than a meal."

"Depends on where you sell it, among other things."

"You got AIDS?"

He chuckled again. "Of course not."

"What's funny?"

"That you'd believe it."

"No choice." She slowly relaxed, commenting, "At least 
I'm out of the hot sun. The greatest man who ever lived 
invented air-conditioning."

"A philosopher too!" The car wheeled into a BurgerQuick. 
He said, "What do you like?"

She told him. At the drive-through window he bought the 
meal and turned into a parking place. She bit into a 
sandwich and said with her mouth full, "You just gonna 
watch me eat?"

"I had lunch an hour ago. Go ahead. If that's not enough 
food, I'll get you some more."

She ate all the fries, two sandwiches and an apple pie 
and sucked the straw until the cup rattled.

He nodded. "You weren't lying about being hungry."

"Nor the rest of it."

"Want more to eat?"

"Not now. What happens next?"

"I give you another tablespoon to drink."

"Here?"

He grinned. "Your suggestion was a good one."

"My suggestion?"

He started the car and stopped at the curbside trashcan. 
"Toss it," he told her and pulled out into traffic when 
she had complied.

She burped powerfully and laughed.

"What's funny," he said, "or do you feel better?"

"A full belly sure feels better. I'd thank you 
except..."

"Except you're going to pay for it?"

"And that goes with the funny part."

"Expecting a cocksucker to have good manners?"

"You got it." She laughed again, somewhat nervously. "At 
least, a homeless cocksucker you picked up on a corner."

"Well, I figure you've done it before."

She grunted. "Not for a cheeseburger."

"What's your name?"

"Halley."

"Okay, Halley. Pleased to meet you. Call me Chad."

"Chad. I know a guy named Chadwick, but it's his last 
name."

"Friend of yours?"

"Not really. Slick fellow. Slips it in your ass if he 
catches you bent over."

"I assume you mean that figuratively."

"Not so figurative if your ass is naked."

He chuckled. "So did you wear pants around him, Halley?"

"Sometimes. Where we going?"

"About another mile."

Shortly he turned the car off onto a rutted track that 
dived into a thick grove of trees. The woman sat up and 
looked around.

"My suggestion! This is where you strangle me?"

"People kill what they fear. I don't think I need to 
fear you." He stopped the car on a curve in the track, 
slid his seat back, turned off the engine, raised the 
console between the seats and lowered his britches.

"About that blowjob," he said.

She looked at the erect organ. "You really do want one! 
That's surprising."

"Surprising? Didn't you believe me?"

She took a breath. "I guess not. What can you see in a 
woman like me?"

"A man has to seize the opportunity. When I saw you 
standing on that island, I wondered if you'd suck. So 
I'm letting you."

She laughed slightly. "I told you, no choice. You don't 
really care who sucks your cock, do you?"

"Long as it's female."

"Don't you think a man would know how to do it better?"

"I've tried men. They have other problems. Cocks are 
meant to go into women."

"That's the truth!" As she spoke, she leaned over the 
seat, caught his cock in her hand, transferred it to her 
mouth and began to suck while tonguing the head.

He stroked the bent back. It felt lean and corded but 
softer than a man's. A brassiere strap was notably 
absent. The man's shirt was not tucked into her jeans. 
He reached around the side, ran his hand beneath it and 
found her breasts, the first proof besides the high 
voice of her femininity. They were soft with lumpy 
nipples. To his surprise either one was sufficient to 
fill his hand. He realized that without a brassiere they 
had sagged invisibly in the loose shirt.

Her own hand dived into her jeans. The arm twitched 
rhythmically. Her high-pitched voice made curious 
humming noises.

Sunlight flickered through the leaves to fall on the 
hood of the car. He could hear the breath in her 
nostrils and the rhythmic creaking of the car seat. His 
pleasure in her willing responsiveness, accompanied by 
the satisfaction of a blowjob worth ten dollars of fast 
food, culminated to flood her throat. She closed her 
lips tightly while gently massaging the tip with her 
tongue and swallowed as he squirted. When finished, she 
continued to mouth him gently, her hand still busy in 
her own crotch.

Groaning, he endured the pangs of overstimulation until 
they faded and his awareness broadened. He had failed to 
open the windows and the car was stuffy. He reached past 
her, turned on the ignition long enough to lower the 
windows, and leaned back again, wondering how long she 
would continue in his lap. To his surprise she remained 
in position, head in his groin, slowly mouthing him. The 
elbow of the hand in her jeans still twitched. He 
continued to rub her wiry back through the man's shirt.

After about a minute she whimpered nasally and her body 
froze momentarily. Her hand fell to the floor boards.

With a chuckle he lifted her off him. "You came, didn't 
you?"

"Uh-huh," she murmured, looking away.

"A woman who comes while sucking a cock!"

"It's a nice cock."

"Halley, I think you love to suck."

She looked at him with twinkling eyes, took a deep 
breath and licked her lips. "You've discovered my 
secret."

She fell back against her door, panting slightly, while 
he restored pants and seat, started the car and turned 
his shoulders to back out of the narrow track.

"That was great head! You even love jizz."

She was still licking her lips. "I admit it. Nothing 
fits like a cock, wherever you put it. And jizz... It's 
the best when you're getting it at both ends, but one is 
still good. You were full of it, Chad."

"And you swallowed every drop."

"Jizz is nutritious."

"Yeah. It may have been more than usual. I've been 
watching porn."

"Don't you believe in Rosy Palm and her daughters?"

"Rosy -- Oh. She's such a poor substitute."

"What about your wife?"

"No wife."

"Then I'm sorry for you and glad for me."

"Thank you, I think." He backed out onto the road and 
returned into the city. With the car up to speed he 
said, "'When you're getting it at both ends.' Halley, do 
you like DP?"

"What's that?"

"Double Penetration."

"'Double -- Oh. You know it!"

His eyes narrowed. "Halley, could you do that two or 
three times a day?"

"Do what? You mean with two guys at once?"

"I mean cock sucking."

"I'm not really a whore, Chad. Not full time anyway."

"I gathered you weren't too successful at it. But you 
didn't answer me."

"Suck a cock twice a day? Anybody can do that. Do you 
mean... I'll be on that corner most days, Chad. Sure, 
I'll suck yours again."

"Why do you have to stand on a corner? Is independence 
so important to you?"

"Independence? Hell, eating is what's important to me." 
She sniffed.

"I think I just showed you that."

He seemed to be mulling an idea. He navigated the 
streets silently until asking at last, "Will you stick 
with me the rest of the day?"

She blinked. "Why not? If you'll feed me supper, sure!"

"No pimp is waiting for you?"

She sighed. "Nobody is waiting for me." She sighed 
again. "I guess it's dangerous to admit that, but I 
don't care."

He pulled to the side of the road, stopped the car, took 
a cell phone from his pocket and pressed some buttons. 
After a moment he said, "Room for the night, one in the 
back... Double bed... The name is Warren Smith. I'll pay 
cash. See you in about an hour." The phone returned to 
his pocket.

She said, "An hour? Where else are we going."

"To Waltermart."

"What for?"

"Clothes for you, I can't take you to supper in that."

"I need more than clothes, Chad."

"Waltermart sells everything."

After a moment she said, "Is it Chad Warren Smith or 
Warren Chad Smith?"

"The 'Smith' should clue you in."

In the huge Waltermart store he let her push a cart to 
the women's section. She said, "What do I need?"

"Pretty much everything, didn't you say?"

"I mean, to go to supper?"

He indicated a dress off the rack. "This would look good 
on you. Find one that's your size. And anything else for 
summer wear: slacks, blouses, underwear, hygiene, 
makeup."

She stared at him. "Chad..."

"What's the matter?"

"I can't keep all that on a street corner."

"I know where you can keep it. For now go ahead and 
select it. Pretend you're going on a long trip. I'm 
paying."

He followed her as she stacked objects in the shopping 
cart. He noticed she was taking the cheapest. When it 
was about half full, she said, "That's enough for a 
trip."

"On the bus maybe. Can you think of anything else?"

"No."

"How about a bracelet or some earrings?"

She heaved a sigh. "It's easy to tell they came from 
Waltermart."

"You might need some clothes hangers, and how about a 
suitcase?"

Her eyes widened. "You really mean to take a trip?"

He grinned. "Who knows? Come on; the suitcases are over 
there."

When they reached the head of the checkout line and 
began to unload her cart, the female clerk sniffed, 
looking Halley up and down. "You can pay for all this?"

Halley pointed with her elbow. "He can."

The clerk looked at Chad, dressed casually but in 
material too fine for Waltermart. She said, "You could 
do a lot better."

He grinned. "You, for instance?"

Her eyebrows rose. "Why not?"

He wanted to tell her, No tits, but said instead, "Just 
check us out."

With a shrug she began the scan. The contents of the 
cart totaled well over $200. He paid from a stack of 
fifties and led Halley and her cart outside.

As they walked, she said, "That rude clerk was right: 
you could do a lot better."

"Maybe. You know what they say about a bird in the 
hand."

"And it's still a cheap blowjob, right?"

He chuckled. "I don't know the going rate."

"What the mother superior said: 'A hundred bucks, the 
same as downtown.'"

"Huh?" He laughed. "That's pretty good!"

"Only I think the price has gone up downtown."

He helped her load her bags into the backseat and drove 
to the motel, letting her wait in the car while he 
checked in. They parked behind the building and carried 
her bags into the room.

With the door locked, he undid his belt and said, 
"Strip. I'll take a shower with you."

She began to unbutton the shirt but bit her lip. "My bod 
ain't pretty."

"Says who?"

"I can tell the way a man looks at me."

"You know, that depends on the man too." He shrugged. 
"In a woman, willingness makes up for just about 
anything else. You do need that shower, Halley."

"Told you that."

The shoes and the three other items of apparel she 
currently wore fell to the floor. She preceded him into 
the bath and plopped onto the toilet seat with obvious 
relief while he adjusted the water temperature. He 
motioned her under the shower and told her to shampoo. 
When she had rinsed, he entered beside her, slimed her 
body with hand soap and washed her with his hands, 
playing with the long, dangling tits, twisting the 
upstanding nipples.

"You're a curious mixture, Halley. These tits could 
belong to a grandma, but your skin is smooth as silk. I 
think you're about 50 one minute and 25 the next."

She produced a crooked grin. "I'm both. My boobs looked 
like this when I was 20."

Her pubes were thick and the same brown as her head. He 
fingered her cunt thoroughly, thumb on the clit until it 
thickened and she shuddered, saying, "For sure I ain't 
no virgin."

"Feels healthy to me."

She laughed. "And you ain't no doctor."

"Why not?"

"'Cause that ain't how a doctor feels a pussy."

"One that he plans to fuck?"

"Now, that I don't know. Don't believe I was ever fucked 
by a doctor.

Course you can't tell."

"How many cocks have been in here, Halley?"

"You think I counted them?"

"So men find you pretty enough."

"Yeah: to fuck. Guys'll fuck anything that holds still."

"We forgot to buy you a douche bottle."

"I saw a drugstore down the street."

"We'll get one. Sit on the edge of the tub."

She obeyed cautiously, her wet back against the shower 
curtain. He washed her feet with a well-soaped cloth. 
She twisted her ankle -- evidently he tickled -- and 
asked, "What you doing, playing Jesus?"

"No sign of athlete's foot. For a beggar you're oddly 
healthy."

"I take care of myself when I can. Life's been harder 
lately than usual."

"Maybe it's looking up."

"I'm afraid to believe it."

He handed her the washcloth and stepped out of the tub. 
"Finish up and come on into the bedroom."

"How'll I dry my hair?"

"Plenty of towels. You've got enough hair for a short 
ponytail."

"That would look tacky at my age."

"You won't look so old wearing a bra," he laughed 
sarcastically. 

"'Tacky' from a woman in jeans out at the knees?"

"I meant, going to supper with you."

"You bought brush and comb. We'll get you a hair dryer 
too."

She appeared once to gather cosmetics and then was 
another half hour in the bathroom. When she emerged, 
hair pinned up into a bun, her face was transformed: 
lightly made up with rouge, eye-shadow and lipstick. He, 
having donned only a T-shirt, looked up from a brassiere 
he had removed from its packaging.

His eyes widened and he chuckled. "I hope you don't 
think I look anything but pleased."

She smiled slightly. "Thank you. That's kind." Abruptly 
she posed for him, hands on hips, belly thrown out. 
"This is what you're putting clothes on. It looks about 
as good now as it can."

Appreciated naked and clean, her body was shapely. Hips 
and thighs were well padded but the waist was narrow, 
allowing for a rounded belly. Her breasts dangled so far 
that the nipples hovered beside her navel.

"Turn sideways," he ordered, "and bend over."

In that position they sagged almost to her knees. As he 
had noted before in older women, they were distinctly 
fuller at the pendulous bottom than at the point of 
attachment to her chest.

"No mistaking that for a man's chest. I don't care what 
anyone says: those tits are super-sexy, even on a 
grandma." He handed her the bra. "You bought a C-cup. I 
want to see what it does for you."

She took the garment and snapped it around her chest. 
Indeed the flesh filled it.

"By god!" he murmured in evident awe, deep cleavage and 
all! I was right. It takes 20 years off your looks."

She drew a deep breath, shivered and gestured at the 
bed. "I think you want to fuck."

"Just because my cock is rising again? Well, you're 
right. I want to but not quite yet. For now try on your 
new clothes. I've taken the tags out."

She blinked. "Shouldn't you have waited? What if they 
don't fit?"

"You bought your size, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but women's clothes vary a lot."

"If they don't fit, we'll throw them out and get some 
more." He sat down in the one stuffed chair and took the 
erect cock in hand. "Go ahead. Let me see how you dress 
up."

"You ain't gonna jerk off!"

"No." He released his cock. "But it's too soon for 
another blow job."

"You think so?"

"You'd be ready to quit before I could come."

"You might be surprised." Suddenly she dropped to her 
knees between his splayed legs and slurped him into her 
mouth.

He grunted. "I can't believe you'd rather suck a cock 
than put on a new dress."

She released him momentarily. "I'd tell you what the 
mother told the daughter who caught her sucking Dad: 
'This is how I get a new dress,' except I've already got 
it. Even if it didn't cost you much, I figure I owe you 
a lot of blowjobs just for being so good to me."

"'So good?' Aren't men generally good to gals who suck 
their cocks?"

She shook her head. "Grateful men are hard to find, no 
matter what you do for them, and especially after you 
just sucked their cocks."

"Is that why women hate to suck?"

"'Hate?' What makes you say that? I certainly don't." In 
demonstration she mouthed him again with strong suction 
that quickly gentled.

He leaned back in the stuffed chair. "This'll take you 
an hour." But his voice did not convey displeasure.

She mouthed him briefly then raised her head. "How long 
was your dick the last time you measured it?"

He grinned. "How do you know I measured?"

"Men always do."

"As a matter of fact it was my ex-wife, the one who 
hated to suck. Six and five-eighths inches."

She laughed. "Such precision! About what I figured. Let 
me show you a trick."

Her face descended slowly, enclosing more and more of 
the organ until her nose disappeared into his pubic 
hair. Inadvertently he gasped, "Halley!" With the head 
in her throat she coughed nasally once before 
withdrawing half the shaft. Her eyes twinkled proudly.

"My god!" he cried reverently.

She giggled nasally and continued the long strokes, 
withdrawing until the head was barely visible then 
completely engulfing him. At each extreme he felt the 
delicate parting of tissues. At each partial withdrawal 
her cheeks undulated as the tongue worked the head. The 
sight and feel of it were soon thrilling . His groan and 
first squirt occurred with the head in the bottom of her 
throat. Apparently she did not expect it so soon: she 
strangled and backed away enough to free him entirety. 
As a result he painted her face with the two remaining 
squirts.

She coughed semen over her lower lip. "Surprised me!"

"Not as much as it surprised me!"

They both laughed, she between coughs. She swallowed 
hard and sat back on her heels with a smile.

"That went straight down my goozle. God, I love to suck 
a cock."

He said brightly, "What a great way to abuse a woman!"

She shook her head in mock sorrow. "Too bad I can't 
breathe jizz." Her hand went to her face and she rose to 
her feet. "Now I have to fix my makeup." She grinned. 
"But it's for a good reason."

When she returned again from the bathroom, he had 
dressed in his slacks and open collar shirt. He gestured 
at the bags of clothing on the bed.

"Put something on, Halley Deep Throat, and let's go to 
supper."

* * *

He took her to a full-service restaurant. When they were 
seated, he said, "What will you drink?"

She was busy looking around at the other patrons, not 
many yet because they were early. She shrugged. "I don't 
usually drink, that is, besides water."

"Everyone has a favorite cocktail."

She nodded. "I used to like an amaretto sour."

When the waitress appeared, he ordered that plus a 
scotch on the rocks and leaned back to consider his 
partner. She was wearing the dress he had picked out, 
which revealed several inches of cleavage.

Her eyes twinkled. "I see where you're looking. The bra 
does a lot for them. Thank you again."

"If you're fishing for a compliment, I'm happy to 
deliver one. You look even better in that dress than I 
expected. But that's for show. If they're not all dried 
up, I like old women's droopy tits better than young 
ones."

"That's peculiar, you know."

"Is it?"

"Droopy boobs look old."

He grinned. "I guess so, but they have a lot more 
structure. When an old woman leans toward you -- I mean, 
a naked one -- her tits looks smaller at the top, where 
they attach to her chest, than at the bottom where the 
nipple is. I always want to close my hands around them 
and pull."

Her shoulders trembled. "You want to hurt them!"

"No, no. I'd never hurt a woman. I want to feel them 
slide through my fingers. In other words, I want to play 
with them, treat them like my toys." He laughed. "I've 
dreamed of dipping them in beer and sucking it off."

The twinkle returned to her eyes. "Beer's cold. How 
about warm milk instead?"

"We never have either handy."

She watched him. "You could come on them."

He grimaced. "Milk sounds better."

"Well, if you come on them I'll suck it off."

He sighed. "Sounds like we need privacy again."

She nodded. "I'm counting on it."

When the waitress returned with their drinks, Halley 
ordered a moderately priced steak despite his 
recommendation of anything on the menu. After the 
servitor had departed, he said, "And we'll get dessert 
if you're still hungry."

"Ain't I fat enough for you?"

His eyes sparkled. "You know, it's amazing how much 
you've improved since that first blowjob."

She took a breath and shrugged. "You never know. A lot 
of guys act disgusted they ever stuck their dicks in a 
slut's mouth."

"What's a slut, Halley?"

She studied him. "I suppose it's a woman who'll fuck 
anybody."

"One who needs work?"

She bit her lip. "If you're asking am I one, guess I 
always was."

"'Always?' I'm curious, Halley, if you want to talk 
about it."

She looked down at her plate. "What do you want to 
know?"

He leaned back in his chair. "You don't have to tell me 
anything..."

He barked a laugh. "Anything that's true."

"I don't need to lie." She shook her head. "Nobody ever 
told me I was pretty, but I never had any trouble 
getting men and boys, least not until my boobs grew out 
all the way. I even had two guys pestering me before my 
first period. For several years I was the most popular 
girl in the trailer park."

"Because you were a slut?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "Because I fucked anybody who 
asked."

"And sucked their cocks?"

"Whatever."

"That'll make a girl popular, all right. You say you had 
two guys before puberty. Boys?"

"Oh no! They were grown men."

"Who molested you sexually?"

"I'll say!"

"Brave men! Did you know you could've put them away?"

"Kids in a trailer park know all about that, but I 
didn't want to. They gave me nice things."

He chuckled. "I'll bet they did! Did they live in the 
park too?"

"No. They had an apartment downtown."

His eyes narrowed. "I wonder how you met them, if you 
want to tell me."

"It's a long story, Chad. The meat of it is... I missed 
the school bus and tried to walk home in a cloudburst. A 
big car pulled up beside me and these two guys told me 
to get in." She shrugged. "So I did."

He snorted. "I can't believe you did that! How old were 
you?"

"Eleven. They took my clothes off, dried me on a blanket 
and took me to their apartment."

"And did their worst, eh? I guess you were scared to 
death."

She blinked. "Actually I wasn't scared at all. I knew 
what they were doing. Us trailer kids had talked about 
it." She chuckled dryly. "And they did it all: my mouth, 
my pussy and when I said that hurt, my asshole."

"Sons of bitches!"

She smiled fondly. "Oh, no, they were sweethearts. They 
licked me until I was out of my mind. After that I 
didn't care what they did. I wanted it. Even the cherry 
busting."

Chad shook his head thoughtfully. "So your first time 
wasn't so bad?"

"Are you kidding? I thought I'd gone to heaven. After 
that they picked me up twice a week until I was 17."

"Your mother never complained?"

"She never noticed. Dale and Mike!" She sighed fondly. 
"They were like daddies to me."

He shook his head. "Some daddies! It's a wonder they 
didn't have you fucking all their friends."

"Oh, they did! I was the only girl at lots of great 
parties."

"And you kept on liking it?"

The meal was served and partly eaten before she answered 
the question. "You know, I didn't question anything they 
did to me. From what I've noticed, most girls never get 
to find out what their female parts can really do. Maybe 
that takes loving guys sending you to heaven every 
week."

Between bites of food their conversation continued. He 
said, "You're very lucky you never got disease or 
pregnant."

"Dale and Mike put me on the pill after my first period. 
And I never fucked anybody without their say-so until I 
was seventeen." She chuckled grimly. "When I left them, 
I got the clap."

"Did they break it off?"

"I wanted to move in with them and the answer was, 'No.' 
That's when they broke it off. So I took up with any guy 
that fed me."

"I'll feed you, Halley, and try to entertain you. But I 
need to find out if you still have a disease."

"I've had two doses of clap and one of Chlamydia that I 
know about. 

They said the Chlamydia made me infertile."

"Is that why your last meal ticket threw you out?"

"No. He didn't exactly 'throw' me. He got two years in 
the slammer."

"And you don't want to wait for him?"

"No. He was a mean bastard. Chad, what do you have in 
mind?"

After a long hesitation he said, "I'm still deciding. 
Let's see how we get along."

She looked hopeful and said with a grin, "Anything your 
cock needs, I'm your girl."

On the way back to the motel he said, "You know, Halley, 
you're a very remarkable woman."

"I am?"

"I was just listing all the advantages you offer. The 
main one, of course, is your super willingness. Is there 
anything you won't do if it doesn't hurt?"

"Even if it hurts, just not too much."

"Like a spanking?"

"I love hot butt cheeks but not bruises."

He nodded. "I can understand that. And you've done DP -- 
but not porn."

She grinned. "Because that's a porn abbreviation? Only 
as an amateur.

I know there's a couple videos on the Web with me in 
them."

"Baring your charms to the world doesn't worry you? 
Another advantage!"

She sighed. "But I couldn't be a star."

"Because of your droopy tips? Your director must've been 
an idiot."

"He didn't like them -- and said so."

"I've been thinking about making some home videos. Are 
you willing?"

"Sure! But..."

"But what?"

"I was just thinking... You don't need them. You've got 
me."

He chuckled but withheld comment, saying instead, 
"You're also willing to talk about it, Halley, and 
that's remarkable too. I can't recall another woman so 
willing to talk. Maybe now I can get a woman to tell me 
how a Greek sandwich feels."

"Out of this world!"

He said dryly, "I want more details than that. But for 
now, aside from your sugar daddies and their friends, 
who else did you fuck in high school?"

She smiled widely. "Oh, I had a wonderful time in high 
school!"

"Soaked in jizz, I suspect."

"Mouthfuls of it. High school boys do love blow jobs." 
She giggled. 

"And they tend to be quick."

"Dale and Clark had already taught..."

"Dale and Mike."

"Had already taught you to like the taste."

"They sure did! Especially the first pop."

"Because it's richer?"

"And quicker. But blowjobs are always cleaner... and 
safer."

"Don't tell me they feel better!"

"I won't, but they sure add to a pussy plugging!"

He laughed. "Will you also fuck a woman?"

"If guys are watching. I wasn't always the only girl at 
the parties."

"That implies women don't turn you on."

"They don't, but two of them really turn on the men."

He shook his head slowly.

She frowned. "Did I say something wrong?"

He blinked. "Hardly! I just can't believe how agreeable 
you are."

"Told you," she said smugly: "anything you want."

"Can you cook?"

She shrugged. "About like anybody else: scramble eggs 
and grill a steak."

"Keep house?"

"A house trailer." She chuckled. "What are you looking 
for, Chad, a maid who'll fuck?"

"You know any like that?"

She chuckled. "Maybe one. But you ought to know, Chad, 
if whores liked to work they wouldn't be whores."

"Are you a whore then?"

"Well, I'll suck cock for a cheeseburger."

"I hope that doesn't embarrass you... and it's not true. 
Your next cock sucking got you a closet full of 
clothes."

She was silent until he pulled into the motel parking 
lot and shut off the engine. She said, "If I was a 
whore, Chad, would you pimp me out?"

He sniffed. "That would be dangerous to me."

Inside the rented room he flopped into the easy chair 
and took out his cell phone. "Get naked, will you? I 
want to play with your tits."

While she hung her dress on the rack he spoke into his 
phone. "Whipper, this is Everready. Let me borrow your 
love nest for about a week, will you? You might leave 
the key under the mat. If you drop by tomorrow night I 
might introduce you to my new friend."

He pushed the End button and watched her step out of her 
panties. The long breasts swung enticingly.

She said, "Voicemail?"

"Yeah."

"I hope I'm your new friend." She giggled. "Ever ready 
for what?"


"Pussy."

"For sure I'm that kind of friend."

"And one who loves a Greek sandwich."

Approaching, she turned around and bent forward, 
presenting him her backside. Her hands appeared to 
spread her cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder. 
"Want to check out my asshole? I washed it out for you."

"With what?"

"Four fingers."

With an incredulous huff he leaned forward to inspect 
the proffered aperture. She had stretched it open, 
revealing a rosebud of mild hemorrhoids, bright pink 
with a wet red center. Sniffing, he smelled only soap.

"Didn't four fingers hurt your piles?"

"Skin doesn't hurt."

"Like I said, Halley, you're a curious mixture: the skin 
of a teenager and the tits of a grandma. Aren't you too 
young for piles?"

"Too young? Dale and Mike gave them to me."

"Fucking you up the ass?"

"Both. And trading off two or three times before they 
came."

"Of course. You were the meat in their Greek sandwich."

"First I'd blow them then they'd fuck me together until 
I was out of my mind."

"How often?"

"Just about every time. When they invited a friend, I 
could get three dicks at once."

"My god, I can just imagine! Turn around and lean over 
me."

Holding the back of his chair, she swung her breasts in 
his face. His hands encircled their bases, where the 
flesh was thinnest. Alternately squeezing and relaxing, 
he wobbled the nipples back and forth, causing them to 
roll in small circles. He caught first one then the 
other in his mouth, sucking and tonguing.

She moaned.

He grinned up at her between the clumps of flesh. 
"Sensitive?"

"To my pussy."

He sucked some more before asking, "You said they were 
like this when you were a teenager?"

"Not really that early. With Dale and Mike they grew 
big, but I think the teenage boys made them long -- 
pulling on them."

"This way?"

"Harder."

"Then they must've been droopy before you left school."

"They were starting."

"These are long nipples. If I had a ruler I'd measure 
them."

"Not quite an inch."

"You never suckled a baby?"

"No, but lots of mouths have pulled on them."

"Straighten up. Can you make them do tricks?"

Grinning, she rolled her shoulders. Her breasts swayed 
in wild circles. Working the shoulders together caused 
them to swing above her shoulders and flop upon her 
belly with mild thuds. Turning her head side to side, 
she licked each nipple as it reached apogee. Adding a 
slight twist to her torso caused them to cross each 
other alternately.

He was chuckling in admiration. "I'll say you can!"

"One guy liked me to beat him with them."

"How?"

"Tilt your head back." She straddled him on the chair, 
leaned forward a swung her upper body side to side. Soft 
flesh slapped his cheeks. He put out his tongue and 
licked the cleavage briefly before catching a breast in 
each hand and forcing both nipples into his mouth 
together. She fell still, smiling as he sucked 
vigorously.

Her hand descended to his trousers. "You do like them, I 
see!"

In a muffled voice he said, "Let me up."

She backed away and helped him strip off his clothing. 
He swung her around and pressed against her from the 
back. His hands first lifted her breasts, fingers 
squeezing the nipples, then stroked her body: belly, 
hips, buttocks and groin.

He said breathlessly, "God, Halley, you are fantastic!"

"Droopy tits too?"

"Especially!" His hands clutched them from behind, 
backwards this time, and forced them away from her. 
"Bend over. I was going to wait till you saw a doctor, 
but I can't."

She waddled forward before the table and bent down to 
rest on her elbows. Working his cock in one hand, he 
opened her labia and pushed between them, exclaiming, 
"Hey, you're wet!"

She chuckled. "I can't believe you're surprised."

"I thought you had to lick a gal to get her this wet."

She giggled. "When you licked other girls, did you think 
it was just spit?"

"Wasn't it?"

"Not if your gal was a hottie. And I am. Telling you 
about Dale and Mike got it started."

"You were bragging!"

"I guess." They both laughed.

Holding her hips, he thrust each time to maximum 
extension. She began to groan in synchronism. 
Whimpering, she squeezed him with her sphincters.

He said incredulously, "Are you coming?"

"Oh, god, oh, god!" Her buttocks ground into his belly. 
He could feel her belly tightening under his fingers.

"God, Halley!"

She said in a strained voice, "Put it in my ass."

Indeed his organ was wet enough to slip through the 
tight opening with only slight hesitation. After several 
thrusts he felt fingers tickling his balls, but a new 
pressure under his cock revealed that her knuckles were 
the tickle source. She was thrusting half a fist into 
her pussy.

Her groans grew louder. He understood her to say over 
and over, "Oh, my god, oh, my god!"

He pushed hard and fast but the third climax eluded him. 
Nevertheless he continued until the groans subsided, her 
hand fell away and she sagged limply to the table. 
Ceasing to plunge, he stroked her panting back.

After awhile she turned around, dislodged him and 
straightened up with a leer. "Wow! That was nice, Chad!"

"Good!"

A frown developed. "Did you come?"

"No. That's a disadvantage of anal sex: not much squeeze 
in there."

She nodded. "According to Dale and Mike, if you do come 
in there, you can keep fucking as long as you want."

"That may be true," he acknowledged.

"We'll try it again." Her grin returned. "You still look 
ready."

"I didn't come."

"Well, I did: a super strong one, the best kind."

"Plugging two holes."

"Yeah. Thank you, Chad." She wiggled her chest. "Not so 
great now, are they?"

He stopped the swinging, lifting a breast in each hand, 
and attested, "Never saw prettier."

She eyed his standing cock. Her hand enclosed it gently, 
fingers trailing into his balls. "Can I play with 
these?"

He grunted. "Aren't you getting tired of that?"

"I hope I never do. Sit over here on the couch and watch 
TV."

He let her guide him to one end of the couch, taking up 
the remote in passing. She stretched on her back upon 
the rest of the couch with her head in his lap.

"Don't mind me," she said with a grin and slurped up the 
moist organ. She took his free hand, placed it on a 
breast, made nasal sounds while jerking her head toward 
the television.

But he preferred to watch the workings of her mouth. 
"You think I'd rather see a stupid TV show?"

She withdrew her head enough to speak. Her moving lips 
brushed him. "It's time for the news, isn't it? If you 
don't watch you'll want to talk, and I can't answer with 
my mouth full." Immediately she filled it up.

With a sigh he powered the set on but found his 
attention fixed on the woman's body and actions. Turning 
toward him slightly, she flung one arm over his legs and 
raised her chest enough to mouth him completely. Her 
head bobbed slowly, full length strokes.

"Your mouth is a lot tighter than your rectum," he 
noted.

His voice tightened with a groan. She giggled nasally 
and swallowed his ejaculate while retaining the cock but 
removing the pressure. When he finally relaxed, she 
resumed sucking very gently as she had in the car. The 
thrills returned, gradually dissipating. Though her 
strokes shortened and became very slow, she never quite 
released him.

Her mouth was soothing. He wondered how long she would 
continue but fell asleep before she quit. When he awoke, 
it was dark in the room. Drapes at the window admitted 
enough light to show her in the bed, sheet pulled up, 
head propped on a pillow. Her eyes glittered at him as 
he stood up.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Thirsty."

"Want a beer?"

"That would be lovely."

He took bottles from the little refrigerator, opened 
them and gave her one. He sipped his while sitting on 
the bedside. After pulling down the sheet, he fondled a 
breast. She jerked.

He grinned. "Cold hand?"

"Let me show you cold." Holding her beer bottle away 
from the bed, she pivoted forward, ducked into this 
groin and slurped the flaccid cock into her cold mouth.

"Hoo!" he breathed. "That actually feels good."

She grinned up at him. "Cold attention is better than 
none."

She sat beside him, arms around backs, and finished the 
beers.

He nuzzled her neck, straightened up and said seriously, 
"I think you agreed to spend the night with me."

"If I didn't, I do now."

"Thanks. But... how about the week?"

"In Whipper's love nest?"

"Uh, yeah. We'll go over there tomorrow morning."

She hesitated. "You sure that's what you want, Chad?"

When he didn't answer, she studied his face. "Changing 
your mind?"

He shook himself. "No. Not yet. Yeah, I'm sure."

"I'll stay as long as you want me, Chad. And suck your 
cock even longer."

He chuckled. "That's an exceptional promise!"

"Whenever you'll let me."

She bent around and mouthed him again, but he lifted her 
away and stood up. "I gotta piss."

She bounced to her own feet, dashed past him to the 
bathroom and plopped onto the toilet with a wide grin. 
"Not as much as I. But come on. We can use it together." 
Spreading her legs, she hitched her buttocks back 
against the tank, exposing half the bowl, into which her 
stream rattled loudly.

He stood directly before her, cock in hand, and released 
his sphincter. The first squirt struck her belly but he 
quickly redirected it into the gap. "Sorry."

She grinned up at him. "Don't worry. I love whatever 
comes out of that sweet thing."

"In that case I should piss in your mouth?"

She giggled and shaped it into an O.

He chuckled but his stream never wavered. "I've heard of 
that. Did you ever really taste it?"

She nodded, retaining the O.

He stared at her, took a breath and said, "You tempt 
me."

When it was evident he wouldn't play, she said, "Dale 
and Mike loved to do it in the bathtub, mostly without 
water."

He said incredulously, "They had a little girl drinking 
piss?"

She chuckled. "You don't have to drink it, you know."

"Did they piss in your mouth?"

"Yeah, and I in theirs. They called it the giggles."

"Did you giggle?"

"We all did."

When he was shaking off the residual, she pulled on his 
hips, caught the half-erect organ between her teeth and 
sucked strongly. Her tongue expelled him and she licked 
her grinning lips. "Very dry champagne."

"That doesn't sound tasty."

"Dale said you have to think of the source."

"I'm thinking." He thrust his now erect cock into her 
face.

She kissed it but raised her head, tore off tissue, 
wiped herself and flushed the toilet. She stood up, 
chest rubbing him, and kissed his mouth, tongue probing. 
He realized it was the first time their lips had 
touched. Tasting what could only be his own urine, he 
stepped back.

She said, "Let's go to bed. I'll suck you to sleep."

He would have denied the possibility but recalled that 
she had already done so once. One arm pulled her against 
him while the other hand lifted a heavy breast. He said, 
"I just can't believe you were starving on the street."

"Why not?"

"You're an incredible woman, Halley. Any man who'd let 
you get away is a fool." He kissed her with his own 
tongue. Her arms went around his neck and their bodies 
ground together.

She said, lips vibrating against his, "You're incredible 
too, Chad:

incredibly kind."

He chuckled in wonder. "How is it I get the impression 
your English has gotten better in the last few hours?"

She shrugged. "Must be your influence."

He drew her down on the bed beside him and fondled her 
breasts. She kissed down his body and took his sore 
erection into her mouth.

He said, "You might get something out of that in the 
morning."

Releasing him, she said, "Hush. Just relax and let me 
play."

Her lips resumed their gentle suction. With a sigh he 
followed her advice.

* * *

He awoke with sunlight streaming around the edges of the 
window blinds. The bed was empty. Expecting to find her 
in the bathroom, he entered with cock in hand and the 
words, "Here's your toy," on his lips. But no one else 
was present. Wondering where she could be, he took the 
opportunity to piss.

Back in the bedroom, he discovered with a shock that the 
suitcase and all her new clothing had also vanished, 
leaving only the man's shirt, holey jeans and sneakers 
she had originally worn. Quickly he took up his britches 
and withdrew his wallet, which at least was still 
present. So were the ID and credit cards but very little 
cash.

"God damn, I can't believe it!" Over a thousand dollars 
had remained after the buying spree and the restaurant. 
He counted the bills: barely enough to pay for the room, 
which he had promised in cash. She must have left that 
much deliberately. What did it mean? Was she coming 
back?

He reached again into his pockets. His car keys were 
also missing.

Call the cops? Okay, he'd look like a fool, but car and 
a thousand dollars... He picked up the telephone.

* * *

After taking Halley's description and Chad's account, 
Detective Morely tapped his notepad. "Okay, you said you 
drank a beer together. In hotel cups?"

"No. Straight out of the bottles. You'll find them in 
that trash can."

"Good. We'll want you to come to the station and be 
fingerprinted to distinguish yours from hers."

"Agreed."

"And you say she was begging on an island in the 
street?"

"Picked her up when I stopped at the traffic light. She 
had a 'Need Work' card."

"Where is it now?"

Chad shrugged. "I don't know what happened to it. She 
must have thrown it down."

"And sometime last night she packed up a suitcase full 
of clothes, got dressed, stole your cash and car keys, 
and you never got an inkling?"

"Yeah. Guess I'm a heavier sleeper than I suspected."

"A lot heavier. Did she slip you a mickey?"

Chad shook his head. "She could have, I guess, but I 
don't know where she kept it. I saw her totally naked. 
And she didn't leave this room except in my company. 
Until I fell asleep."

The detective's eyes twinkled. "They say really good sex 
is a great soporific."

"Yeah," Chad agreed with feeling. "It certainly was!"

* * *

At the station Chad had to wait three hours for the 
fingerprint technician to arrive. After washing the ink 
off his hands, he sought Detective Morely for the 
promised ride home.

The man looked up from his desk. "You've had a bit of 
luck. Your car was found, parked nice and legal, in the 
24-hour lot at the airport. We're towing it in for 
fingerprinting."

"Okay. I'll wait for it, if you don't mind."

"Oh, we don't mind." He grinned. "And guess what: 
fingerprints on the other beer bottle matched an open 
file of ours."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that Halley Brampton, the name she used on her 
last job, was the woman in your motel room last night."

"'Her last job?' You're investigating her for something 
else?"

"Yeah. Attempted embezzlement of two million bucks."

"Wh-what?"

"Ms. Brampton fooled you in more ways than one. She was 
36 years of age and never trailer trash. She is -- was -
- an accountant at Wayne-McCluskey Bank. Over a period 
of a year she transferred that much dough to a bank in 
the Cayman Islands. Wayne-McCluskey only caught her 
because of a glitch in her last transfer that caused the 
islands to request clarification. 

She got out of the building -- without her purse -- 
about two minutes ahead of the arresting officers. And 
vanished. That was about a month ago. We've had her 
apartment staked out ever since." The man grinned 
widely. "You may have stepped in shit, sir, but you 
smell like a rose to us. I think there's even a reward."

Chad's face was a study in consternation. At last he 
licked his lips and said, "Let me know if you catch her, 
will you, detective? I'll want to post her bail."

*END* 

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