Pretty X Woman update (Patreon)

You'd think something called the VIP room would be a little less cramped. It was the size of a photo booth, not even big enough for Chris to stretch his legs. On one side, a curtain, everywhere else, a bench that wrapped around the circular wall—maybe just big enough for a couple to share. Not really an issue for him.

He'd just gotten comfortable—as comfortable as he could be when making a run for the backdoor seemed as natural an act as checking his phone—when the curtain pulled away. Laura looked inside, her coolly appraising eyes checking him for any hostile intent—she looked at anyone in spandex the same way—then entering with seemingly a mental shrug. She pulled the curtain shut behind her. It was heavy enough to block out the sporadic applause of the crowd, the emcee's routine, the house band. She pressed a button on the wall and that background noise was replaced by piped in stripper music. Ginuwine's 'Pony'.

"Chris. Hi," she said blankly, pole-vaulting over the awkwardness that made up ninety percent of his body mass. "You smell nice."

"Thanks."

She'd changed into something classier—fishnets, heels, a long purple satin gown topped with a halter, hip-high slits running up each leg. He could see her black garters peeking out. Shoulder length white gloves ran up her arms.

Almost automatically, Laura began to sway, a graceful little shimmy like a cat's walk, the beat of the music driving her to tiny little movements that held his gaze like a trap.

"Do you mind telling me--" Chris began, but thief-quick, Laura pulled the halter of her dress down, flashing her breasts, then hiding them away again. Her sway became more pronounced, almost predatory. In the confined space, Chris felt like he was in a lion cage. "I was just wondering what you're doing here?"

"Working," Laura said, drawing the hem of her dress aside. For an instance, Chris could see every detail of her sex, then she let the dress fall between them again like a curtain.

"I can see that!"

"You're supposed to," Laura replied, turning, undoing her halter again. Her dress fell around her waist and he could see her bare back, the sides of her breasts as her sway continued, now a long, drawn-out undulation from side to side. "Am I doing a good job? Can you see that?"

"Yes, you're—very good." Chris's erection, which he'd just managed to get under control for his walk from the booth to this VIP room, had sprung up again at its uncomfortable fullest, like her entire performance from before was being projected on the simple sight of her bare back.

"Then reward me."

"Reward—" Duh. "I only have change. Fives and ones."

"That'll be enough," Laura said. Well, he assumed it was her talking. His eyes were entirely on her ass as her supple shimmy peeled the dress down into gravity's embrace. But it sounded like her. "Friends and family discount."

She was wearing crotchless panties, stockings—those cowboy chap things, maybe. He could see the top of it just riding above her descending dress. Taking a five from his wallet, Chris numbly tucked it into the waistband of the lingerie. Just as he did so, Laura thrust her ass out, forcing his hand into contact with the smooth surface of her cheek. He instinctively squeezed, trying to catch the object that'd jerked at him, and felt his fingers dimple the skin to feel the tight muscle there too.

Only then did Laura pulled away, steepling her hands on the opposite wall, thrusting her crotch back and forth to drive the dress down her legs, the fiver sticking in her panties like a trophy.

"You find it shocking, me doing this," Laura said, even as she waved her ass practically in his face. "Why? Ms. Frost did it."

"I just thought that, given your past—"

"Being an assassin? What does that have to do with anything?"

"No… being a prostitute."

"Oh."

Laura turned around. Her breasts on full display, almost, as she now fondled herself. Her dress just barely covering her pussy, the first dark hairs of it curling above the material as it temporarily resisted gravity. Chris watched her callused fingers as they found her nipples, twisted them like dials.

"I liked being a prostitute. You're not supposed to, I understand, but I did. I had my needs met. I made money."

"If you needed money—"

"I didn't need money. I wanted money."

"What for?"

Laura stopped playing with her nipples as she thought about it. Almost haplessly, her dress trickled down her groin, dangling at her thighs. Chris could see her sex again, but his eyes fled back to Laura's musing expression.

"I have friends now. They expect presents on birthdays and major holidays. Before, I needed to pay for room and board. That's covered now." She started to sway again, hands moving up into her hair. "So I only work here part-time."

"But why…" Chris stammered as she stepped out of the puddle of her dress. It hit him belatedly that she was next to naked in front of him. Moreover, there were a pair of twenties in her garter. He wasn't the first guy she'd turned on tonight. "What needs? If the money is just a bonus?"

"Sex," she said simply. "I like to be fucked hard. Most boys at the school will try to be tender. Ms. Frost teaches them to respect women. I don't like being respected. I like being fucked. Used. You know, your friends paid more than enough for a dance."

"They did?" Chris asked, feeling capable of human speech only as someone half-asleep would be capable of shutting off an alarm clock.

"They paid enough for a blowjob. That's going to happen now."

She got down on her knees before him. Forced open his legs, even as Chris reflexively tried to shut them. But his knees were apart, the bulge in his pants on display. Laura reached out and glided her hand over his hard-on, her touch smooth but firm, stimulating him enough that Chris just had to lean his head back and groan. Almost ferociously, Laura unzipped his pants and brought his cock out, pumping it in her hand. It didn't take long to realize he wouldn't get any longer, any harder than the rock-solid pillar in her hand. Laura sighed in relief.

"My mouth is your fuckhole now," she told him. Then she grinned, almost sheepishly. "Feel free to pull my hair. When you're about to cum, grab my head and fuck my throat. You can also cum on my face if you want. I can smell your cum already. I won't mind having it on my skin."

"Jesus!" Chris exclaimed as she leaned down and licked his fiery prick from base to head. She popped a bolt of his precum into her mouth and savored it like a wine-tasting.

"I think I deserve another fiver, too," she said. "It'd be easy to make you come right now, but you're going to last because of me. That deserves a tip."

Chris laughed weakly. "I'll think about it," he said, no longer questioning any of this, and Laura gave him a smile that was downright challenging. He guessed right. She liked a guy who was a little withholding.

His whole pounding prick disappeared into her hungry mouth, unable to escape as Laura unbuckled his belt and pulled first pants, then underwear down over his cock. She enjoyed holding herself over it so that after it was pushed down, it would pop back up in her face, slapping her cheeks moistly. Then, with his pants around his ankles, hardly having missed a suck, Laura went at him like a starving animal at the moistest, most succulent piece of meat on earth.

"Mmmhmm," she moaned as she pressed her mouth down his shaft, tongue flickering over his prick. Only his cockhead was in her mouth, and she lifted it with her lips, maneuvering him a few inches so that his cock stood straight up, her bent over it, looking down its length to his wiry pubic hairs. She moaned again as she massaged the crown of his cock with her lips, sucking lightly, then a little harder, then lightly again.

Chris leaned back against the wall and let her go, moaning himself, pursing his hands on the sides of his head before lowering them to hers. He tugged on her hair. She made a noise like a big cat purring, her nails steepling on his thighs. He pulled harder, lifting his hips to feed his cock into her mouth. She looked up into his eyes, almost with pride, as she ate his cock, lips sinking down his shaft until his head pressed into her throat. She seemed to whimper with anticipation, fingernails digging into the flesh of his legs, urging him to keep going, to take more of her. To use her more fully.

He ran his fingers through her hair, the feeling of the blowjob actually fading into the background as he luxuriated in this odd, rented intimacy. The touch of her hair, the burn of his eyes on hers, the need she showed him. It seemed impossible it couldn't mean something.

Laura leaned her head into his hand, like a cat asking to be petted, but he knew that wasn't what she was asking. He put his hand on the back of her head. Pressed down. Laura moaned as he forced his cock into her, stretching out her tight throat, Laura doing as much as him, working its thickness gradually in, flexing her muscles to suck him in. Chris didn't exactly know the difference between a good deep-throating and bad one, but he couldn't imagine anyone being better at it than Laura. He stroked her cheeks gently as she took the last few inches herself, and she hummed as he soothed her. Then he felt the brush of her chapped lips against his balls and knew she'd taken all of his cock.

Chris let out a hysterical chuckle in satisfaction, then Laura whipped her tongue against his shaft—what wasn't in her throat, anyway—making Chris groan as his cock poured precum down into her gullet. Laura vibrated with fulfillment and more need, all twined around each other, and dragged her throat off his cock only to force herself down on it again. He could feel fresh saliva hitting his balls as again he was throated. She was literally drooling for it. Laura gagged; whimpered as she touched herself, sounds of lust low in her throat as he again ran his hand tenderly over her face, around her spread lips, down to her throat, where he could feel his cock distending the skin. Laura took his hand with the one that wasn't jilling her off, rubbed it against her face hard—Chris thought of how some animals put their scent on their owners—then returned his hand to the top of her head.

He obeyed—took advantage of her—he couldn't tell anymore. He was pressing down gently as he lifted his hips, thrusting her mouth onto his own cock, and she was shoving hard with every plunge he forced her to take. Pleasure was throbbing in his cock; Chris hadn't known he could feel this good and not come. Laura was rhythmically plunging herself onto his cock, his cock into her throat, her animalistic grunts and groans demanding even rougher treatment. No matter how hard he was with her, she took it all, not hesitating at all. With each thrust she swallowed every inch. Suddenly, she slapped her wet hand atop his groin, just under his shirt. It was dripping.

Chris understood. She knew he was going to come in her mouth and it made her wet. He found himself grunting rhythmically—like a savage—every time his cock shot down her throat. "Yeah, Laura, that's it." The words spilled out with his grunts, just as primitive, as rough-hewn. "I'm close. Just a little more—Christ, you give good head. Uh! Uh! Your throat's so tight, but you've still got room for all my cock—take all my cock—don't stop—don't stop—you're making me—uh—so good—keep—yes—AHH!"

He felt his cock welling up with hot cum, his fingers tightening in her hair. With no concern for whether he was hurting her or not, he used his death-grip on her head to jam her down upon his cock. Laura gagged as he forced herself down her throat, faster than even she could take, her right hand slapping against her cunt, her left hand carving deep scratches in his leg as she dragged her nails down his skin. Chris could barely feel it. All he felt was her sweet tight mouth, made just for his cock.

"Swallow it all! Swallow all of it!"

Laura made one last, hungry sound and then his cock jerked in her throat. Chris gritted his teeth as he came, cum spurting down her throat, Laura still sucking on the prick that had her gullet impaled. She sucked as his thick cum filled her mouth, her cheeks stuffed with it, strands of it running down her chin. Then Laura screamed on his cum as she came too, bringing her left hand down to her cunt with its nails dripping his blood, tightening it into a fist, pushing it inside her. Chris watched in disbelief as another shot of his cum crashed into Laura's swallowing throat. She didn't get her fist quite inside her pussy, but it stretched almost entirely around the knuckles. It was enough for her to finish herself off.

She sprawled backward, falling spread-eagle to the floor, naked and with a mouthful of cum. Chris remembered her on the stage. Offering herself to a male. Her legs were open, her pussy wet…

Chris reached down past his softening cock, into the pants at his ankles. He fetched a fiver from his wallet. He pressed it to Laura's chin, his own overflowing cum gluing it there. She looked up at him with wild eyes. He didn't know what they were hungry for, couldn't read her well enough to know if she wanted his blood or his cock. But she licked her lips.

"I wish everyone who came down my throat tasted as good as you," she said, her tone making it almost mocking as she pulled the bill from her chin and secured it in her garter. Then she licked his cum fully from her mouth. "By the way, fucking my pussy is three hundred. Ass five hundred."

Maybe it was his imagination, but Chris sensed she was interested in more than just money. "I'm not exactly much for liquid assets," he said apologetically.

"Maybe you should take up stripping," she suggested. "You can go now. I've got all your cum."