I'm so mad that I'm not listening to him; that moron nearly got me arrested for prostitution. I don't want to pay a fine, get arrested, or worse, have it featured on the evening news. I will never return to the hotel; I will not engage in this bullshit now that the cops are aware of me. I refuse to do it.
Paul laughs as he drives down the street; it's a humorous laugh, not malicious as if he's outwitted me.
I'm so angry, I want a fight. "What the hell do you find so funny about me almost getting arrested?" I demand.
He glances at me and laughs even louder. "Nadine, your encounter with Officer McNight isn't what it seems," he says, gasping for air.
He begins laughing so hard he needs to pull over.
“What are you talking about?” I yelled at him. “I was warned; he told me he was a cop.”
Paul’s still laughing, but it’s more of a giggle now. He gives me his puppy dog eyes and apologizes, “I have to explain how we got here and what happened earlier in the evening.”
My fury is now somewhat under control; I'm curious where this is going. What’s he been up to?
"Go on, Paul; tell me what you've done and what's happening."
"Where I was sitting in the bar, I could hear everything being said," Paul recalls. “One person claimed he would give anything to have you, while another questioned who the foxy bitch was. At last, they agreed, I was a prostitute there to work the convention they were attending.”
My God, I had been sitting at the bar and had no idea I was the center of attention. My confidence just increased much further. "Tell me everything," I tell him.
“The manager had just taken you away to his office when one member of your fan club said, "He's going to interview her; if she's a hooker, she'll be in there in at least thirty minutes; if not, she'll be out in five."
"Everyone, including myself, kept an eye on the clock; I realized what was happening when fifteen minutes passed. You were accepting his offer, but I had no idea what you were giving him in exchange,” Paul mumbles.
Paul realizes I want more, so he confesses, “I knew I had to support you, but I needed you to understand the danger you were going to be in, so I decided to take some action.”
"Regarding Officer McNight, he didn't show you a badge. You know why he didn’t; he isn't Officer McNight," he smiled.
“He is one of my more recent clients and has made multiple visits to the office. He remarked on your photo during our first meeting. In one of his "guy moments," he even asked if you had a sister since you are so fine; he’d like any part of that.”
"He’s your type, so I've been considering introductions. Then this opportunity came along, and I had the chance to make him happy and have a little fun with you.”
"I called and asked him if he wanted to meet you and have some fun at the same time." Paul winks, “He immediately agreed, and we proceeded to build a plan: we’d meet him at Hooker Alley; you would be working, and he’d use you. To finish off, he would introduce himself as a police officer and give you a warning.”
He's frightened me terribly; I'm so mad that he would do such a thing. It’s unthinkable. “You fucker, do you know how scared I was?” I scream, "I nearly pissed myself, and you find it funny."
Paul says, "Funny, no, but an important lesson. If you hook up, there's always a potential that one of them may be the law, and you'll end up in jail, which neither of us wants."
He gets more serious, "What did your first hooker experience teach?"
I thought and told him, "Be cautious when talking about price, and get the money before he slides it in."
"You're correct." He adds, "You know as well as I do that there are some terrible people out there, and I'm sure you'll meet one or more while playing this game."
"Babe, you are so smart; let those smarts guide you, and if some asshole feels wrong, back away," he tells me grabbing my hands.
I give him a big hug; it's so sweet that he's worried about me. "Paul, I understand your concern; I have it too; remember, I asked you to be my bodyguard."
Giving it a little more thought, I ask, "How about this? We'll start tomorrow and see how things work out. Officer McNight, or whatever his name is, can join us. I'll press the panic buttons we purchased for one another when we were doing those swing clubs if I should need help."
“That’s a great idea, and I forgot to tell you one more thing: I asked Phil to meet us at the house in thirty minutes. Are you game for a workout?” He grins and gives me a wink.
“If you mean Phil is the fake cop, get going, big boy. I want to see that fine cock again and have you both worshiping my body.”
When we pull into the driveway I see a familiar car, not long ago it was the scene of me spread out over the trunk earning my first prostitute cash.
Once in the garage, I turn to Paul and ask, “Please ask Phil to join us. We’ll sit down have a drink and discuss what we can do together tomorrow.”
I pour a glass of wine, then realize I am still wearing the fishnet dress and don’t have any panties on. I guess it’s ok, they have both seen my pussy now.
As they walk in, chatting away like good old boys, one look at my pissed-off face, and they go silent.
I say, “Alright now that everyone is here, I want a correct introduction and I don’t want to hear, Officer McNight, am I clear to both of you?”
My recent trick begins, “Hi Nadine it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Phil Adams, Paul is my representative in a few legal matters and ever since I saw your picture I have been smitten.”
I give Phil a sweet smile and say, “Phil thank you so much for your invitation earlier and I must say you performed marvelously.”
I step forward reach down pull the dress over my head and ask, “I was wondering if you would offer your services to help out a poor working girl?”
I look at Paul, and tell him, “You on the other hand, because of what you did, you’re a spectator. I may change my mind, we shall see.”
I reach out take Phil’s hand and walk off towards the bedroom, looking behind I see Paul following with a little smile on his face.
Once in the bedroom I turn and drop to my knees, undo the top of his pants and zipper, then grab his pants, and pull them down. His pants pass his hips and a beautiful cock pops out, no underwear, sweet.
I look at him as he grows, take that beautiful head into my mouth, and suck, getting his wonderful flavor.
I feel him grow, I am so tempted to suck him until I taste his sweet milk, but no I want it all. I stand and push him onto the bed, reach down remove his shoes, and next, I pull his pants off. He’s now only wearing a shirt which he quickly removes.
I turn and look at Paul, he’s already stripped and is sitting in a chair holding his hard cock.
I ask, “May I?” and he nods yes.
I spin around and slowly begin my crawl up Phil’s body, my hands glide over his legs and his lower thighs, a little further and I find his hard cock.
Once again, a strong desire to suck until I can drain him but no, not yet. Instead, I lick my way up over his balls, continuing up the shaft until I find his purple head. I can’t resist, taking it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around, and hearing his moan.
After a minute, I kiss the tip and continue my slow climb up, my hands slowly caressing his chest and then I am at his face. I lean in and force my tongue over his lips, his tongue responds and tangles with mine and both moan into each other’s open mouths.
We kiss each other as our hands begin to explore, the atmosphere is becoming extremely intense. He breaks the kiss, pulls me up and I feel his lips cover my nipple and I release a long low moan.
While he suckles me, my hands find his hard cock, I slide down his shaft and the other hand begins to fondle his smooth balls.
I look across and see Paul's hand stroking his cock like crazy as he watches us.
I call across the room, “Paul you enjoying watching your hooker wife fuck another man?”
He laughs and says, “I want to watch him eat you until you scream in orgasm.”
I smile, “You’re on.”
“Phil, you heard Paul, eat my cunt, make me orgasm,” I yell for the room to hear.
Phil pulls away flips me around, crawls up my legs forcing them apart and I feel his mouth on my pussy. It’s too much I grab his head, pull his hair forcing his face completely into my pussy.
He’s wiggled his way in so his shoulders are under my legs, I move until I lock my legs around his neck and pull him further in. I now have him controlled and I begin humping his mouth.
He pushes a finger into me, curls it, and feels around and he knows when he’s found it when my body jerks and I scream.
His tongue is bringing me such joy, he removes his finger and slowly but steadily pushes into my asshole.
I have a very talented man working me, his finger begins to fuck my ass, and at the same time, he latches down on my clit and sucks it in.
That’s all it takes, I scream in orgasmic bliss, so intense I think I am strangling him with my legs.
I slowly come down, he removes his finger from my ass and pulls his mouth away from my pulsating pussy. I am spent, laid back panting, and hoping I was not dying from a heart attack.
He crawls up my body, kisses me, and asks, “Shall I continue or do you need a rest?”
I kiss him, push him away and move my way to his hard cock.
I look at Paul who’s watching, still hard, and wants to be part.
“OK Paul you’ve been punished enough, come join,” I command.
I turn my back to him, take Phil’s cock into my hand, put my tongue out, and move it down his shaft. My other hand caresses his balls. I go back up take in the head and push down, taking him into my mouth. He’s so big, it fills my mouth and I push him to the back of my throat.
I am now in the right position and begin giving a good mouth fucking, it’s so good and I so love giving blow jobs.
I am in the position head down sucking a cock and ass in the air. I feel the head of a hard cock spreading my pussy open, Paul begins one of his favorites, spit-roasting me.
Paul, an expert at this sets his motion to correspond to my head movements. We are moving as a threesome now and I know my pussy and mouth will soon be filled with sweet male milk, the question is which will be first.
Paul begins moaning, I feel him pumping his cum into my pussy. Phil surprises me and begins shooting his cum also. I am getting it in the front and back at the same time, a rare occurrence. I swallow as much as I can, then lick and suck his cock until he’s clean.
Paul has pulled out, and I begin my crawl up Phil’s body until my legs are spread open and my dripping pussy is over his mouth. Lowering myself I ask, “Phil please make sure I am as clean as I made you?”
I feel his tongue begin to lick and as he does his nose bumps into my excited clit, sending sparks of electricity throughout my body. Phil continues to lick and bump until the inevitable happens, I push my pussy down onto his mouth and scream with pleasure.
Lifting my body all I see is Phil’s face covered in cum. I love it, bend down and lick him clean.
We curl up with one another and fall asleep.
The next morning, I awaken to find a warm body spooning me, I also feel his very hard cock up the crack of my ass. I adjust and lower myself onto his hard cock then look up and see it’s Phil that is inside me as Paul continues to sleep. After a little lovemaking, I ask, “What do you do if you aren’t Officer McNight?”
Phil’s face takes on a red tone and he mumbles, “Nadine I’m a private investigator and part-time bodyguard, most of my clients come from the entertainment arena.”
“Phil, are you telling me you investigate people in the area, and you know who is who?” I say with a twinkle in my eye.
“Yes, there are some real characters around, some that are small-time players, and then there are some that you just don’t want to mess with.”
Phil then says to me, “Paul told me about the arrangement at the hotel and I’ll say it’s all good. The manager is a stand-up guy so you should be safe working there, but if you wander away from the hotel all bets are off.”
I hug him and ask, “You will be with us tonight, won’t you?”
