As soon as I finish speaking, Paul slams on the brakes and asks, "What do you mean appointment? What do you do with your body? Why would you require a bodyguard, for heaven's sake?”
"Honey, you wanted me to see how others see me, and tonight I've had a real eye-opening experience," I say, reaching out and holding Paul's hand.
"Paul, when I went to the manager's office, he accused me of working his hotel guests." Paul gives me a weird look, so I say he believed I was a prostitute.
It appears that some of the men believe I was doing that, even though you and I both know it isn't why we are here. He chose to investigate after overhearing them discussing me.
"Paul, I felt flattered the more he accused me. To make it even more appealing, he referred to me as a high-class prostitute. Imagine men believing that this 60-year-old woman is attractive enough to be a prostitute.
"When he got up, locked the door, and stated we needed to discuss our working relationship, honey, I was getting so excited."
Paul is now looking both horrified and intrigued, and I can see that he is shifting around in his seat. I've been with him long enough to know that he's not just thrilled, but that his cock is getting harder.
"He said I could have total rights to work his hotel three nights a week, and my only payment for this right is to occasionally entertain one of his guests."
Paul is now massaging his cock through his trousers while he leans forward. I grin to myself; I know that he's already fully committed, which makes telling him this even more exciting.
"I was so flattered and thrilled that I thought he ought to get a sample of my work."
I go on, "I pull his pants down and give him a blowjob; you know, the one you like so much with the tongue swirling around the head." Paul is now groaning continuously.
I continue to explain my negotiating strategy to Paul while he unzips his pants.
"To start, I opened my mouth and placed only the head on my tongue."
As I go on, Paul is now stroking his cock.
I say to Paul, “He lasted for almost three minutes before he ejaculated directly and hit my mouth. I pulled back, allowing him to see all of his cum before I swallowed, sealing the deal.
Paul has his cock held solidly in his right hand and is staring at me with intense longing.
"You're not upset with me for accepting his offer, are you?"
"You decided without me, so make me happy, and all is forgiven," Paul murmurs as he glances at me.
I go down on his hard cock, giving him exactly what the manager received. In a short time, he is humping into my mouth. I lowered myself until my nose touched his skin, then slowly raised myself. I repeat this, and after only a couple of minutes, he shouts and cums into my mouth. There is so much, but I keep swallowing; tonight, he's going overboard.
As I go back to suck him clean, I hear a noise coming from outside the car. At that moment, I remember we're still in the hotel parking lot, and, damn it, several bar patrons are cheering, standing around the car.
Oh no, what now? I open the door, go outside, and smile at the boys." Hi, nice to see everyone again. I will be accepting requests tomorrow. I hope everyone interested is prepared for a good time.
Paul puts us in gear when I get back in and we are off.
"So, my dear sweet Nadine, the prostitute, what are your fees?" Paul asks with a smile.
“The quotes I gave were $75 for a BJ, $150 for a fuck, $250 for anal, $750 for an all-nighter, and $1000 for doubles. I'm not sure if that was too low or too much.”
After giving it some thought, Paul starts by saying, "In my opinion, your fee for a BJ is exactly right. You won't be spending a lot of time in that line of work because it will probably take place in a closet, bathroom, or automobile. I do think some changes need to be made for the rest.
Since I am the product and Paul is the financial whiz, I am sure his pricing will be spot on.
When I consider how quickly I got the hotel manager off, I smile. I could complete five blow jobs in a single evening and have almost four hundred dollars by eight o'clock.
Paul tells me, “Now for the routine money maker. Some minor adjustments to the fuck fee are required. A car or stand-up for $150 seems ok, but if someone says my room, take it up to $250 and give them an hour; they may last that long, but I doubt it.”
“I could make real money here if we play our cards right.”
Paul understands I'm thinking of the money and fun when he drops a bomb on me. “Honey, I think you should remove anal, at least as a stand-alone. You know it takes time to get your asshole ready for a cock, so you need time, and $250 won’t cover it.
I put out my bottom lip as I gaze at him. "I like it, you know that."
"I am certain that you do. What if we divided your all-nighter into different options? The typical all-nighter is the first option; the standard fuck with anal is the second; and round-the-world is the last. I suggest sticking with the $1000 for choice one, pushing it up to $1,300 for option two, and jumping to $1750 for option three.
“Are you crazy, Paul? Nobody is going to give me that much money.
“We must accept the manager's description of you as high-class, Nadine. In addition, he will be raving about the blowjob you gave him to everyone in the hotel.
When I recall how he groaned and arrived so swiftly, I get my devilish smile.
Paul continues, “I know you are worth it, and honestly, you’ve been fucking and sucking your way through life since your teens. You are one talented and experienced woman, and once word spreads you are for hire, you’ll have to fight them off with a stick.”
If Paul knew how wet my panties were, he’d tell me to take them off and lick them.
"Honey, we are still out, so let’s give your new talent a test.” He pulls over, goes to the trunk, and returns with a bag. He reaches in and pulls out a white fishnet dress.
I'm excited to see where this might go, but I'm also anxious. I hastily remove everything but my white thong. "Now what?" I wonder after putting on the dress.
Paul walks around the car, approaches my door, opens it, and tells me, "Go, Nadine. Let's see how long it takes you to get your first customer. This is a known hooker location, and it’s frequented by johns looking to hook up.
Paul leads me across the street to a location that is under a streetlight and says, "Baby, I will be right over here; don't worry; do what you do best." He turns and walks back to the car.
I'm now all alone in a seedy area of town, attempting to sell my body for the very first time.
Cars keep passing by me, but no one is paying any attention to me. I am on the verge of crying as all of my doubts about being old, wrinkled, and fat return.
I remind myself that I was just mistaken for a prostitute; I’ve still got it.
I turn as a car slows down, and I lift my dress, showing off the girls. He stops leaning out and asks, “How much?”
"It depends," I remark as I approach him. “What are you looking to find?”
"Honey, what's the price for a fuck in the backseat? I need to get fucked."
"A backseat fuck costs $150, but bareback costs $250.
He reaches into his wallet and takes out a rubber and $150.
“Pull over next to that car, and I will join you in the back seat.”
He parks, and as I walk up to the car, I pull my panties down and off. Once close to Paul, I toss them to him and say, “I’ll be back shortly.”
When my first paying customer's back door opens, I notice that he is naked and has a nice, big cock. I am on the verge of paying him for what I am going to receive.
I'm soaked, and he's already hard, but the back seat isn't designed for fucking. He tries doggie style on the back seat; it doesn't work. I try to mount him, but it just isn't working. I tell him, "Let's get out; I'll spread myself over the trunk, giving us plenty of room."
My legs are spread. I feel his hard cock moving up my inner thigh, and it slides up through all the juice I have been leaking. I feel his head rubbing over my lips. I reach down and, with my hand, guide him in.
He pushes in forcefully and completely; it's not a lover's thrust; rather, it's a guy paying to fuck a whore. He pulls back after hitting bottom, then pushes back into me with a vengeance; a huge moan escapes from me.
There's no stopping him now; he's hammering into me like a train going down the track. He pulls my hips each time he thrusts, forcing himself deeper into me. He goes on, and with every thrust, I moan louder.
I feel my orgasm approaching; he’s pumping harder, and his breath is coming in gasps; he’s close too. I scream as an intense orgasm hits me. My scream of orgasmic bliss seems to cause him to cum too. He moans so loudly I am sure it can be heard a block away.
Still being treated like the hooker I am, he pulls out of me and goes to the car and finds his pants and my money. As he hands the money over, he says, "You are one great fuck, but a little advice: before he pushes his cock in, you get the money, and use caution when quoting a price. I could be a cop, and you'd be off to jail."
"Yes, sir, many thanks for that. I hope the others are just as wonderful as you."
"Be careful and stay safe; not everyone is as kind as I am."
"Thank you so much, and I'll keep it in mind. I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name.”
"Oh, feel free to call me Officer McNight. Take this as your first warning, lovely lady; now be careful.”
I hide my face in my hands and dash back to the car and yell to Paul, "You idiot, I nearly got arrested." The man who I just fucked for money is a cop. Take me home; get us out of here
