He knew why he did it, and he knew he had to stop. One of these days it was going to get him into serious trouble. Or at best, he was going to eat a serious hole into his bank account. Ironic, considering his whole reasoning for indulging in this bad habit was for the sake of filling an entirely different kind of hole. 
A temporary solution and nothing more; any fulfillment he'd gained from his indulgences was fleeting. Part of him was convinced that one of these days he'd find 'the one'; the perfect partner that he could whisk away to a life of love, lust and luxury. But the larger part of him knew that to be nothing but a pipedream. 
Still, hope was a funnily resilient thing; even ignorant hope. All he ever did to pursue such an end was to scroll through the listings of his usual online haunts, seeking a pretty face that most suited his 'mood' at the time. 
Easy, convenient and pleasurable to say the least. But when dealing with women of the night, there was never more to be had than a simple fling. Either the girls he dealt with knew the game well enough to keep things 'professional', or were in no position to place their trust in a strange man they'd only met in a cheap hotel room, not with so many eyes trained on them from the shadows.
Nevertheless, the service was addictive, and all it ever took was finding the right girl on the right night to send his heart pounding and mind tumbling into an abyss of desires once more. Sometimes all it took was a picture, and a name. Such was the case on the fateful night when he came across the girl that would change it all. 

The dim flicker of the screen and pained breeze coming from the fan were a far cry from the torrential noise screaming from the depths of his mind. His expression was frozen; had been frozen for what felt like an hour. His gaze was locked on a particular spot on the screen. Sweat trickled down his temple. He gulped aggressively. His skin seared under the heat flickering from his own libido, the flame of desire spreading through his every nerve. His posture, previously slouched while browsing with failing lustful motivation, had straightened and stiffened, bolting upright and staying rigid while he ogled the beauty on the screen. 

"Fuck." 

The sound gave way to the enduring silence in his room. In the dead of night, with his sex drive itself being the only thing that had kept him awake, there was nothing to distract him from her. The look of such a bountiful, colourful, exotic, wild woman laid out before him, body almost bare and eyes aglow with a fire he'd not seen in a working girl for years. 
Those eyes were enchanting. They reignited the excitement he used to take from these indecent deals. A look like that was an offer, an opportunity, a promise of pleasure that he knew was no good idea to pursue, but lacked the discipline to ignore. 
She was surely no different than the other girls. In it for the money, for the convenience, or because she had no choice any more. There was nothing more than a night's worth of bought pleasure to be had here. 
But for that one night, he could make her his own. He could live in that moment, and pretend that night would last forever. As far as he was concerned, a night was close enough to a lifetime to convince him to pick up the phone. 

---

A silent, hurried drive and an overpriced overnight stay payment later, Mogmaw found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror of the fluorescent artificial light of the motel room's toilet. The struggling neon hum of the shaving light filled the air. He clutched the sides of the sink, leaned in close to the mirror and spoke to no-one.
"Last time. Make it count." He convinced himself. Mogmaw's scaled body caught the light at certain angles, his torso and most of his legs bare where he stood in the bathroom. He'd thought of changing, of freshening up for her. He didn't usually bother, not when it came to working girls, but the woman on the screen was enchanting enough to make him double guess himself. From her picture alone, she had gained a certain power over him. Impossible though it almost certainly was, Mogmaw sought to take some power back. To throw his weight around. To break her and make her his. 
He only realised how much he'd been losing himself into fantasy, by the time a knocking at the door burst his bubble. He scrambled to gather his nerves together, throwing a robe on and rushing to the door. Mogmaw slowed just enough before finally opening the door to his guest, that he hoped to hide just how eager he was. He didn't want the girl thinking too highly of herself, not when she was there at his expense, for his pleasure. Or more accurately, not that he'd ever have admitted it, Mogmaw just didn't want her to gain even tighter of a hold over his mind, just as she'd shackled his libido with but a single naughty pinup. 
Nevertheless, as soon as he opened  the door to such a world-weary beauty with brilliant blue hair that stood defiantly radiant in the face of all that life must've thrown at her, Mogmaw felt another few notches of sexual dominance slipping from his hands and into hers. 

"You called for Geecku, handsome?" 

Her voice was raspy, yet not without an enthusiastic, chirpy energy, like a child still enchanted by all new things it was able to discover in the world all around it. Her breasts were barely constrained within a ruby red tube top, her bare navel of sunny yellow standing out prominently in the light above his doorframe, there on the motel's upper floor balcony. Tight blue denim jean shorts hugged her hips, the pant legs clearly having been ripped even shorter than how they'd been manufactured. Her long legs, ending in wide toed, taloned feet uncovered by any shoes, were clad in black fishnet stockings that trailed from her ankles up to her thick, toned thighs. Over the top of it all, a thick leopard-skinned jacket shielded her from the cold night air, though now she wore it open to show herself off to this night's client. 
Mogmaw stared and ogled, body frozen in the door frame. However acclimatised Geecku was to being observed like an object of fantasy, Mogmaw must have been taking longer to do so than other clients usually did, else she wouldn't have spoken up so snappily. 

"Time's money, hon." 

His money, specifically. Not that she largely cared how much of his wallet she drained; the longer she was there, the larger her cut of the agency's fee became. But all the same, he probably didn't want to stretch things out. So with a firm but soft palm, Geecku pushed Mogmaw's broad body back into the room, and shut the door behind them with a whip of her powerful, flexible tail. 

--- 

Geecku sauntered over to the bed, her heavy coat collapsing to the floor with a thud. 
“So...” She turned to him, voice neutral but face possessed of an enduring passion. “What’re we doing, handsome?” She almost sounded like she meant it. 
Mogmaw just stared for a few moments, while slowly unfurling the robe off of his own body, mostly a darker, murkier green than that which ran smoothly down the whole of her back and even along her tail. He paused just before the robe fell off enough to fully reveal his member, possessed of beastly bumps and the capacity to split itself into two shafts when needed. There was a time when his ‘gift’ had embarrassed him, before he knew just how to put it to good use on a partner. But the girl before him, now sat on the edge of the bed with her hands delicately untying the knot against her back keeping her tube top together, seemed far too experienced, far too wild, to be tamed with a ‘natural gift’ like his alone. If he really wanted to impress, or even ‘claim’ her, Mogmaw knew he’d have to get creative. 
“Just strip.” He gruffly stated, robe falling fully and letting his already turgid member flick upwards, pointing straight at her menacingly, with bulbs across its’ girth. “I’ll tell you if anything comes to mind.” His pearly fangs shone in the seedy motel room light. 
“Alrighty~” Geecku replied, not batting an eyelid even while staring down such a meaty, unique cock as his. 
Meanwhile, her promptly revealed generous sunny breasts were coaxing a very clear and exaggerated reaction from Mogmaw. His jaw plummeted instinctively, right hand wrapping clawed digits around his cock to give it a firm stroke. He almost hunched forwards with his mouth already salivating at her perky bust before he remembered his own determination to withhold his enthusiasm. Thankfully, Geecku appeared to be too distracted with the strenuous task of prying her shorts and meagre panties down her thighs, to have noticed Mogmaw’s momentary lapse in self control. 
Geecku sat upright again, her left leg raised up at the knee with shorts and underwear dangling from widely parted toes, spine curved back to prominently flaunt her breasts with hands rested on the bed behind to give her torso maximum exposure. 
“Well? You gonna keep a girl waiting, or you gonna show some balls and fuck Geecku?” She sang, not without a cadence of gruff honesty to her voice. 
Mogmaw felt cornered. Here he was looking down upon a vision of red light lust, all curves and colours, and he didn’t know what to do. Or rather, he didn’t know what to do first. Regardless of the fact that she was here for his enjoyment and on his dime, there was a certain pride and power he desperately sought to maintain when dealing with exquisite escorts like her, and if he took too long stammering and standing to attention in more ways than one, he knew he’d soon lose that position. 
Inspiration rescued him from shameful ineptitude when he glimpsed the girl’s thin, flimsy G-string within her jean shorts, still suspended from her foot. 
“Slide those sexy panties back up.” He slyly said, quickly moving to directly in front of Geecku. “I’ve got a fun idea.” 
“If you say so.” Geecku replied, unimpressed thus far. With her measly denim garment flopped onto the floor, she slid her right leg back into her panties and tugged it up until once more it snugly concealed her sex. Or, it did, until Mogmaw’s rough fingers hooked within them on either side and pulled forcefully upwards, sending the tiny triangle of fabric wedging into her puffy folds. He tugged gradually but firmly, breathing quickly and haggardly as he stared, focused and obsessed, at how the underwear sunk into Geecku’s pussy. 
Geecku hissed, growled, and permitted her tail to swat around to Mogmaw’s cheek, rebelliously. 
“Jerk... Should’a given more, nnh, warning...” 
The uneasy yet curious, toothy smile plastered from cheek to cheek on Geecku’s face suggested she gave little mind, in truth, to his impulsive experimentation. 
Mogmaw was impressed. He might've simply seen Geecku's resistant scowl, bared teeth and clenched jaws as signs of utter distaste for the veritable wedgie he gave to her prominent, moist slit, were it not for the smiling curve to her expression. She'd even begun jutting her chest out a fair bit, in a natural coaxing reply. It was always so much more tantalising when the girls took genuine pleasure in their craft. 

"Lay back." He said, keeping his tone as straight and unemotional as possible, despite the anticipation pounding through his every nerve. Mogmaw clutched her by the shoulders and led Geecku down to the bed, where she easily fell, her own palms tickling into his chest and skating elegantly down his bare flesh. He shuddered. This girl was no amateur. She knew how to keep a man's thoughts possessed by her body, alright. Not that the talent was necessary by now; he'd been thinking of nothing but her the moment her pinup showed on his computer screen.
Mogmaw lingered on her breasts for a few moments, while kneeling before the girl. In another telling sign of her experience, she'd kept her legs comfortably spread in front of him, thong still tucked somewhat between her pussy lips. The soft, generous mammary flesh upon her chest welcomed every finger with a warmth and a pliable texture that he felt he'd have molested all night if he let impulsive need take over. But Mogmaw knew that the pleasure yet to be gained dwarfed even these sensations. Therefore he abruptly moved his hands to clutch Geecku's hips firmly, before he had an unwise change of heart. When it came down to it, he knew he was thinking with his dick, as so many other men surely had when willingly under the spell of this exotic whore. And his dick wanted nothing less than her pussy, right then and there. 
Mogmaw wrenched his fingers into Geecku's hips, prompting her to giggle, knowingly. 
"You're bigger than most, that's for sure." Geecku purred, the fingers on her left hand tickling loosely across his pecs while her right hand clutched the bedsheets, expectant of the approaching tight fit. "Think you got what it takes to make Geecku cum~?" 
Her challenge turned the quivering flame of disbelieving delight in Mogmaw's soul into a roaring flame of sexual aggression. His cock twitched and jumped, his hold around her flesh tightened, and a guttural, gradual growl boomed from between his snarling teeth. 
"I'll show you..." He simply whispered, eyes locked on Geecku's as if to call her on that challenge, and began prodding his bulbous cock into her pussy, even while that meagre, moist garment prevented him from truly claiming her. 
"Nnnhh... Fuckin' tease." She conceded, unless those words, too, were part of her predatory ploy. 
In slow yet forceful humps, his cock would smear her g string in between her pussy lips, thoroughly wetting it and lubricating his member, even though his shaft was already plenty wet itself in the deep green of his own precum. 
After multiple such movements, each new one pushing Geecku's panties deeper into her sex, Mogmaw relinquished and pulled back, so that he might observe his handiwork. Her puffy pussy lips, glistening with moistness, with the wadded, wrinkled, drenched fabric stuffed within. 
A thin bead of saliva started inching from his jaw before he realised how intently he was staring. With a clawed finger hooking under her underwear, he slowly peeled it out and to the side of her slit, like he was making a fascinating discovery. 
He hung his member prominently before her ready pink lips for a moment, savouring the anticipation of having his cake before eating it too. 
"Geecku's ready, big boy." She purred, patient and plush atop the sheets.
With a splintered underwhelming grunt, Mogmaw clutched her hip, kept her ruined thong pinned to the side, and pushed his beading cockhead into her pussy. 
For a whore, she was tight.
That was the first and last thought that washed over Mogmaw's mind before he felt a pair of heels kicking into his lower back. 
"C'mon, baby." 
With that purred siren song, crystal clear from where Geecku lay clutching the sheets and jutting her perky, generous breasts upwards, Mogmaw went all out.
With each movement inside that enveloped more and more of his member, the ecstasy multiplied. Mogmaw trusted the hearty grip Geecku held around his back, the distinct pointed sting of those heels into his thick skin offsetting the pleasure with pain but reassuringly keeping him where they both needed him. That trust allowed him to comfortably wring his hands into the bedsheets just above her head, providing enough leverage to pound his member to the base. 
The barbs across his flesh ignited Geecku's passion in kind. She moaned and shuddered, eyes softening and lips quivering. The sight was fuel to the fire in his loins. He thought for a moment how maybe, just maybe, he could break her yet.
Or maybe, he thought in the next second, she was just that good of a whore. That wasn't going to stop him from trying. 
“Nnnhh... Fuckin’ take it...” He whispered, eyes clenched almost as tightly as his fists were wrenching into the bed. As he rocked back and forth, his predatorial instincts were quickly causing his pace and aggression to build, until his member began hilting within her soaking silk passage. That intoxicating grip around his flesh was almost too much, even for an experienced man such as him. But however experienced he was, Geecku reminded him with a cupping, surprisingly gentle hand on his cheek, she outclassed him easily. 
Her tongue lashed out around her lips, and long as it was, it coiled easily across her own cheeks as well. Her eyes gazed up at him, hungry and half lidded, breaths a little staggered and steaming, wafting up against Mogmaw’s hardened scaly muzzle and over it like steam. While her spare hand raked around his ribcage to grasp and claw into his back, she spoke with a ferocious growl. 
“Stop fucking around and fuck Geecku.” 
She was a pro, alright. And that was all the coaxing Mogmaw needed to let his inhibitions wash all logic away. In the next moment his reptilian jaws had sunk into her neck with a sharp murring bite and his hips began pummelling into her cunt. 
“Nnnghh!” Geecku suddenly yelped, only for the cry to simmer into a chuckle of pleasant surprise. “Adda boy~” She whispered under her breath, while Mogmaw continued to be too entranced by the grip of her womanhood around him to hear a word she said. 
Again and again and again Mogmaw let his cock pound down into her pussy, the barbs and bulges of his member pushing her apart with a girth that few women could withstand. Ordinarily, his unique member was divided into two, a smaller shaft above and a thicker one below, but as was the case while he tore into the colourful reptilian beauty’s pussy, he could bond them together with relative ease, the two lengths latching together with a ribcage of softened spikes. For most, it would have seemed quite the monstrous, offputting, obscene sight. Yet Geecku hadn’t batted an eyelid or said a word about it. And now that the massive member was driving its’ hardened bulges and thick crown through her sex, her energetic motions and insatiable growls continued to prove just how well she could take all that Mogmaw had to offer. 
Meanwhile, Mogmaw himself felt as though he could take no more. Her wild claws were raking and tracing across his tensed neck and shoulder muscles with a quiet scrape pitched just high enough above both of their vocals for the sound to tingle in his ears almost as much as her claws tingled over his hardy flesh. Her hips were bucking up at him and her pussy was enveloping him with such energy and such a tight grip pleasuring every nerve across his cock, moisture pouring out and around their hips and splashing his slapping sac underneath. The concoction of musk, sweat, sex and need in the air was flooding his nostrils and trickling down his throat, an inescapable compounding aphrodisiac that he snorted with each inhale that inevitably led to a murring grunt around her neck. The smell was thick, heady, and wild. Mogmaw got the impression that Geecku could have made things even wilder, if he could coax it out of her. But he’d have to hurry before the cavalcade of sense and sensation sent him barrelling into climax. 
He didn’t have long, either, not with that familiar rumbling pressure emanating from his cock, which could be parted from Geecku’s sex by nothing less pressing than some form of apocalypse. Mogmaw moved quickly and decisively, hands relinquishing the bedsheets and moving straight to Geecku’s bountiful, sunny yellow breasts. He groped her flesh with all the force he could muster, fingers gripping and palms smeared down ontto her perky erect nipples. In so doing, he forced his body to press down with its’ full broad weight upon Geecku where she lay pinned before him. 
“Oooh, yea-mmmff...” Geecku groaned, before her customer cut her off with an open muzzled kiss. His face was turned sideways to better match his maw with her own, both their mouths open while Geecku, in wide eyed surprise turning quickly to shut eyed hunger, lashed her tongue out to slurp over Mogmaw's. The pair's breaths pooled and mixed, creating a hot fog of lust while their tongues slathered and played, both showing the more ferocious sides of their feral roots by jabbing and whipping and nipping with sharp jaws on each others' tongues. Mogmaw could taste a tantalising feminine fragrance from deep in her throat, piercing even through the haze of pheromone ridden smell surrounding them. Her scent, her soft breasts amply pleasuring his grasp, her pussy embracing his cock with a nearly unbearable but nonetheless heavenly embrace from crown to root... 
It was all too much. He fell, fast. 
"MMNGH!" He roared through lips still mashed into Geecku's underneath, while hilting his member one final time into her depths and allowing ecstasy to wash him away. His entire body clenched as the electrifying build of his orgasm wrenched all control from his logical mind and forced him into instinctively gripping her breasts harder, one hand rapidly swooping down to find clawing purchase on her ass and hold Geecku's lower body against his own, keeping his 'prize' as close to him as possible to best satisfy that breeding urge. Meanwhile underneath, not that he'd have seen any of it with eyes so fiercely shut tight, Geecku allowed her eyes to flutter as the receptive, warming pleasure of being filled with thick doses of male seed danced through her mind. Her hands raked down his back, hips churning and humping upwards in tiny motions, their sweat ridden bodies smearing and using one another to ride out the wave of pleasure as steeply as they both could. With harsh, sudden jerking motions and highly pressured, powerful doses his seed poured into the deepest depths of her sex, the warm thick volume cascading into her and gushing back out even from around the fearsomely tight embrace hugging his abnormally thick and monstrous cock. 
Mogmaw gradually came down from the high with his member still twitching and spewing his unique cum, thick and deep green in colour, deep within Geecku. Amidst heavy muffled breaths and miniature exasperated gasps taken as soon as he parted lips with Geecku, saliva splattered over both their faces, the throbbing subtle sound of semen sloshing and overflowing from her pussy could be perceived. Her soft, bountiful chest lay under his grasp, the hungry groping around her stiff nipple being the only action that didn't cease now that his orgasm was done. Otherwise, Mogmaw was simply panting above Geecku, while still hilted within her. 
"For your sake..." Geecku began, following a languid lick across Mogmaw's neck that made him shudder and give one brave last thrust into her cunt, "...You better have more in store for Geecku~" 
Her challenge lit a fire in Mogmaw’s hotblooded mind, prompting him to abruptly tug his cock backwards out of her pussy. Partially so that he could have the satisfaction of making her react facially and audibly to the sudden removal of his bumpy, dually-thick cock from her slick sex, just as she’d brought such a strong reaction in him. He didn’t want to believe that she had all the power. However as he slid up and out of her, kneeling between her legs and staring down at her bare body, his deep green seed followed suit, trickling from her pussy. And just as it did, Mogmaw hooked his fingers into her panties, still tucked to the side of her pussy, and moved the already soaking fabric back into her puffy mound. 
“Tch...” Geecku chided and hissed, but nonetheless lay willingly receptive to her client’s wishes with a light giggle. “Geecku’s gonna add a new pair of panties to your tab, then.” She lightly sighed. Either Mogmaw didn’t hear her, or he simply didn’t care how high his bill for the night ran. He just watched wide eyed like a fascinated child while his copious load spilled from between her labia and matted thickly into her wringed-up underwear. If it wasn’t obvious to the both of them before just how abnormally girthy his cock was, it was made abundantly clear by how widely the fuck had left her trickling pussy gaping. She was practically split open cavernously, and though in time she would inevitably recover her tightness, Mogmaw felt a twinge of pride and power refuelling in his mind when he stared open mouthed at the work he’d done on her passage. The deep green essence tumbled out generously and stained right through the ruined garment, while his seed and her juices still clung to and drooled from his member itself, tiny droplets splattering the bedsheets and carpet below. 
Mogmaw knew Geecku was a rare find. But he feared that if he stared for too long at her like that, naked on the bed before him like a proud and powerful vision of beauty and temptation, hair exending across the sheets from her sunny visage as if pulling his gaze back to her stunning eyes, he’d never be able to let her go once this night was done. 
Thankfully, the sight of her alluring visage would not be a problem with what he wanted to do with her next. 
“Lean your head off the edge of the bed.” He hurriedly said, shuffling off of the mattress while looking fiercely south, for fear that he’d change his mind if he looked into her eyes a second longer. “You’re gonna clean my cock.” 

--- 

He felt like he was melting away. Geecku had dutifully 'cleaned' him up alright, but her oral service had extended so far beyond just that. There he stood at the end of the bed, with his member sunk to the hilt down the throat of the exotic whore laying on her back before him, her body sprawled out bare as could be with his cock bulging her elegant neck generously with such a clear distortion that it was a wonder she was still breathing. Everything about his position should have granted utter power to him, and yet he had never before felt so powerless. 
Geecku had once again demonstrated how ‘professional’ she was at servicing clients like him, by how promptly and swiftly she’d caught on with what he wanted to do with her. She’d craned her head right up and over the edge of the bed, long blue locks tumbling down with the ends draping to the floor, mouth open wide. He’d barely gotten in position before that evil tongue had slathered with unparalleled flexibility around his cock, coiling and tugging it close enough for her to shut her jaw around it, hollow her cheeks with forceful suction, and begin blowing him hard. 
From there, Mogmaw had only gotten louder, rougher and needier, his bold and dominant position above her head meaning squat with how fiercely he shut his eyes, how desperately he grunted out the wet pleasure of fucking her throat and how irregularly he bucked his hips to and fro, deep down her gullet then nearly all the way back out. Only, every time he pulled back, Geecku’s forceful oral muscle would tug with fearsome force and an occasional feral growl rumbling from her tonsils, pulling him into thrusting again as though he didn’t want it so badly.  
This girl was something else. Not only was she swallowing down his fully thickened cock, with both members still in their fused, bulbous form, but her own hands were proudly and obviously roaming freely over her own body, right where Mogmaw could see. Or rather, where he could have seen, were he not putting all of his focus into not climaxing prematurely from the purring, suction ridden facefuck that Geecku was forcing him to relentlessly continue, with eyes clenched shut. Whenever he’d looked down for mere fleeting moments and saw Geecku’s left hand grasping and kneading her left breast and tweaking her own nipple in a clawed thumb and forefinger, with the right hand buried in her still gaping cunt up to the wrist to use her temporarily widened passage for a constant fistfuck, Mogmaw felt the tingle of sudden and explosive orgasm almost overwhelm him. She was really getting off on this! 
It was bad enough that throughout his fevered thrusting that was fast building to an inevitable end, Geecku’s energetic tongue swirled and spiralled and flicked about every spine, every bump, every sensitive speck of flesh across the pre-beading cockhead, no matter how astonishingly wide her throat was being stuffed and swabbed. A soundscape of gurgles, groans and instinctive choking noises filled the air whenever Mogmaw wasn’t panting or swearing out his own pleasure. Clearly, even with her talents and ‘enthusiasm’, Geecku’s body was struggling to cope with his size, if the noises spluttering out of her saliva-splashing lips were anything to go by. But still she hollowed her cheeks and licked every inch and went crazy on her own body, desperate to feast on his next load. And when she freed a hand to reach around and grope Mogmaw’s ass, coaxing him into making her lips kiss the root of his shaft, she got what she wanted, what Mogmaw only now knew he needed, more than any whore before her. 
“Geecku! NNNNFFF!” 
In a movement fast as a blur, his hips slammed forwards, pushing one final time to the root down her gullet, Geecku’s bravely slobbering mouth pushed open wide enough to chap her lips a bit from the strain. His hands came to settle, unsurprisingly, on her massive bouncing tits once again, far too tempting for Mogmaw to not use them as leverage while cumming down her throat. In hefty throbs his cock jerked about and spewed his load, spurt after hot rich green spurt pooling down to her gut in pressured doses that overflowed backwards, around her lips and even past her nostrils. Mogmaw felt his own seed splattering back from her face, the filthy feeling only prolonging his pleasure.
“GLKRRKKKKK!!!” Came a cry from the girl herself, as well. The surprise of it caused Mogmaw to open his eyes and stare downwards, where he witnessed the sight of Geecku’s own hips rising up from the bed, fist churning up her cunt as she humped the air supported by her tiptoes. Her pussy was quivering and squirting wildly, the pressure of her stream of feminine essence made more forceful by the tight squeeze of her whole hand inside herself. She sprayed across the bedsheets and carpet, while Mogmaw’s last few spurts of semen gurgled and bubbled and trickled down her face, likely contorted in bliss regardless of Mogmaw’s inability to look in her eyes at that angle.
She was cumming, too. 
Mogmaw could hardly believe it, but he supposed he had to. As if Geecku wasn’t already the best he’d had in years. As he panted and stayed put, weakly propped up by the ample cushioning provided by her chest, he sighed steadily and slowly, in total satisfaction. 
Then, before he could say a word, or move an inch, he felt the girl’s tongue lick across his member in slow, deliberate swoops again. 
“Haaaah! D-Don’t...” He protested, his cock now hypersensitive to any kind of stimulation, after such an intense high. Luckily, it wasn’t long before Geecku tugged herself back, at which point Mogmaw happily removed himself with a prompt wet *pop*, bridges of clear saliva and deep green jizz lingering between his member and her mouth momentarily before falling messily to the ground. 
“So, big boy...” Came Geecku’s mischevious purr as she rolled over onto her back, hair frizzed and body sweaty, but eyes alight. “What do you want next~?” 
Mogmaw stood there, aghast. He could deny it no longer. The wild woman had truly bested him, wrenched all the power away from him as ‘customer’, and made him crave her. Need her. Pay or say or do anything he could to keep her. 
And somehow... He didn’t mind that one bit. 

--- 

“Seriously?” Mogmaw replied, more than a little visibly stunned. Enough to cease the long, languid smearing of his palms over her chest and around to her back. Down her body, thick globules of amber lotion trickled, collecting in her cleavage whenever he hefted it up, fascinated by the way it pooled and made her sunlight yellow chest shimmer in the seedy motel room light. 
“Mmhmm. It’s not perfect, sure, but Geecku gets to meet all sorts a’ people and have all kinds a’ fun. Not always as fun as you though, big boy~” Geecku answered honestly, sat upright with legs straddled over his waist in an upright seated position just before Mogmaw’s lap. However surprised Mogmaw was to hear that she actually enjoyed being an escort, Geecku showed no intent to slow her own efforts to massage and knead her splayed fingers and palms over his chest, straying south enough to flick and tease at one of his still stiff members as she liked. The oily massage was her client’s idea, of course, but she was finding the mutual treatment surprisingly relaxing. Therapeutic, even.
“Sure you’re not just saying that because I’m paying you?” 
“Well, it’s a plus, sure. But Geecku likes... unique guys. And you’re not normal, that’s for sure.”
“Thanks?” 
“Heeee, you know what Geecku means.” Geecku rolled her eyes. With a sly, squelching rub her hands reached down to each grab one of his dual cocks, now split apart after their wild antics, slowly jerking each to and fro while she clung to his gaze. “You’re a fun guy, sexy. Geecku’s happy you hired her tonight.” The glow in her eyes and slow pronunciation of her words lent them great sincerity. 
Mogmaw felt himself blushing, even gulping, as the heat of her stare spread across his own body. The moisture of her palms, the slick sounds of such a slow and professional handjob tracing each sensitive speck across his shafts, the look in her predatory eyes, the feel of her own mighty curves under his own grip... 
“Turn around and put that ass in the air, babe.” He growled. “I wanna fuck your tailhole.” 
Geecku giggled and licked her lips with a purposefully elongated slither. 
“You’re the boss, babe.” 
After dragging her body, still slippery from cheek to toe with oil, off of Mogmaw’s lap, she whipped her tail across his chest as she pivoted in place. The next sight to fill the scaled male’s sight was Geecku’s plump, round asscheeks, prominently wiggling while she sank her upper body down low. 
“I’m all yours~” 
Geecku had brought new life, or indeed new lust, out from the depths of Mogmaw’s soul. And while she was still his, he wished to savour her. Even if she’d enslaved him to his own desires. Even if he suspected no other whore might ever trump the night they’d spent together. Even if he was convinced that such a free spirited lady could never truly belong to anyone. 
For now, she was his. The hips in his hands, were his. The ass he was hotdogging and lubing up with the copious oil still splattering from his double cocks, was his. The tight little pucker that resisted his prodding member and-
*BRRRRRRRRNNNGGG!* 
“Oops! That’s time.” 
Just as quickly as she’d assumed the position, Geecku’s pounced out of it, and was already slithering her hotpants back up her legs, in spite of the oil clinging all over and matting the denim. 
“Guess time got away from Geecku. Bit unprofessional, I know, but hey, take it as a compliment, babe. You were pretty good, good enough to let Geecku forget how much time you had left. And before you ask, sorry but Geecku can’t do any extensions, no matter how deep you think your pockets are. Geecku’s still got two clients tonight, and Geecku’s gotta shower this goop offa her sexy body before meeting the next lucky guy. Or girl! Geecku’s been surprised before. Anyways, thanks for the fun. Geecku hopes she’ll see you again soon, if you got my agency on speed dial.” 
She’d swooped her coat back over her shoulders, grabbed her meagre little tube top, and adjusted her stockings. She’d waltzed over to the door and swung it open before he could even begin wading through the statement that’d left him mired in shock, frustration and confusion. A harsh draught cut in from the night outside. 
The buzz of the bathroom light filled his mind. Right before he watched her close the door behind her, shutting such beautiful eyes and bountiful body out of his life, her words stabbed a memory that would never heal into his brain. 
“Just remember. You may pay for me, but you’ll never have me.” 
The door clicked. The light buzzed. 
The man was alone. 
Again.

Naturally.