35 comments/ 183679 views/ 69 favorites The Accidental Hooker By: JRaven It had been a successful trip for Matt Kern. The deal was finally closed. He'd be getting a nice commission when he got home. But for now, he watched the Rangers play the Mariners on the TV in the hotel bar. He had nothing better to do. Only three in the afternoon, he'd sit there and drink a few beers, watch some TV and wait for dinnertime. He was happy about closing the deal, but otherwise he was bored. Another guy came in and sat down at the bar, leaving a respectable empty chair between them. They started to talk about the Rangers, and Matt's team, the Cardinals. The guy introduced himself as Tom Davis and they shook hands in greeting. Tom lamented the Rangers record, speculating that they would be getting rid of Buck, the Ranger's manager. Matt bragged about the Cardinals chances of getting into the playoffs, so long as the other Texas team, the Astro's didn't screw things up. They compared other teams, and generally talked baseball. Then a hooker came and sat down between them. "Hi, I'm Pam," she said, mostly to Tom. Awfully damn rude of these bitches, Matt thought. But then, she's trying to close a deal as well. The fact that she was a knockout did ease Matt's contempt of her actions, sitting between two men talking. Matt realized that being in one of the better hotels, better escorts worked there. The more the hooker talked to Tom, the more Matt looked her over. She wore a halter-top that seemed a bit small to cover her tits. He wished it was a bit big instead, maybe he'd catch a glimpse of nipple looking through the deep V cut between them. Her skirt was almost obscenely short. If she hadn't crossed her legs, Matt probably would have been able to tell what color panties she was wearing. The only fault he could see was that she wasn't talking to Tom. He always carried extra cash when traveling and could see himself purchasing her services. Tom bought the hooker a drink, but brushed off her attempts to get him to take her upstairs. Tom kept looking at Matt, knowing Matt was really eyeing up the babe. "I'll be right back, gentlemen," Pam said, getting up. "Yea, me too," Matt said, closely following her. Tom just smiled as Matt tried catching up to Pam. Pam got to the ladies' room before Matt caught up. The restrooms were down a short, dead end hallway. Matt knew he'd be able to talk semi-privately in the hallway. Taking a quick duck into the mens' room, Matt easily finished first. When Pam came out, he stopped her with, "Hey, Pam. How much?" Pam turned to look at Matt. She smiled and shook her head no. "You don't understand. Tom's my husband. We're just role-playing. Having a little fun. But thank you." "I see," Matt said. He and his wife did the same thing a few years ago. "Well, don't let him get off cheap. $200 at least." Pam laughed and turned to go down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, she stopped again and turned back to Matt. A pensive look on her face, "I tell you what. Why don't you go talk to my husband? Tell him that I told you he was my pimp and that you had to pay him. I'm going to hang back. I want to see what he does." "Okay, but what if he takes my money?" Matt asked. "Well how serious are you?" Pam asked. "If I give him the money, wouldn't that be serious enough?" Matt replied. "Well then I guess you just might get lucky. But honestly, I don't think he'll do it." Matt left the hallway and headed for the bar. He stopped and stood behind the stool Pam had been sitting. "So, she tells me that you're her pimp and that I'm to pay you. $100, right?" Tom looked at him incredulously. "She told you that?!?" Matt just shrugged, "I'm not a cop. I'm just here on business. Would a cop come in here and talk about the St. Louis Cardinals?" Tom looked at Matt, wondering what the hell his wife was doing. He thought that maybe she was just playing a joke on him. He decided to play the joke back at her. "Yea, I know you're not a cop. $100. You have condoms?" "Yea, I have a condom." "Not into anything weird are you?" "No, not into pain, bondage, or anything dirty. Just good, clean, wholesome sex." Matt sat down, this time on the barstool Pam had sat in. He swapped his half-empty beer for her bourbon and Coke, forcing her to sit next to him instead of her husband. Taking out his wallet, he tossed a five on the bar. Below the bar, he fished out a one hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Tom. Matt figured that if Pam mentioned it was supposed to be $200, he'd just say that he was trying to negotiate a little with her pimp. And he had no problems if he had to give Tom another hundred. Tom stuffed the bill into his pants pocket. "Hey, bartender?" Matt called over after draining his beer. "Could I get another Budweiser?" The bartender was stocking beer at the other end of the bar. It was easy enough to grab a bottle of Bud, open it and bring it to Matt. Pam came back and sat next to Matt. "Keep the change," Matt said, giving the bartender a buck and a half tip. It kept him from having to come back. The three of them were quiet until the bartender went back to the other end of the bar to finish his stocking. "It's cool, Babe," Tom said. "He paid me. Show him a good time." Pam nearly choked on her drink. Matt put his hand on her knee, sliding it up to the hem of her skirt. Pam just stared wide-eyed at her drink. Tom saw it and had to turn his head and look up to the TV to hide his huge grin. He was getting a kick out of the joke. Matt took a sip of his beer, wondering what to do, what was going to happen. He would let her finish her drink, giving the couple time to back out and give him back is money. After an awkward moment, Pam put her hand on Matt's leg. "So, Matt. What brings you to Dallas?" "Business. Just closed a deal and now I'm waiting for my afternoon flight tomorrow. But, it does give me plenty of time to play with you." Pam giggled, then downed her drink. "Okay, let's go play." She stood, picked up her small purse, and waited for either Matt to get up or Tom to object. Matt got up and walked her to the lobby. They got into the elevator with three other people. They gave Matt and Pam odd looks, but one was definitely interested in Pam. The three got off on the fourth floor and the elevator headed up to the ninth floor. "I can't believe my husband is doing this. Hell, I can't believe I'm doing this." "You can back out if you want," Matt conceded. Pam paused a moment. "No, you already gave him the money. Hell, if he's willing to let me play hooker, I should let him play pimp," Pam decided. When the door closed in the room, Pam set her purse on the desk and turned to Matt. Pam and Matt embraced in a long kiss. Matt's hands roamed her back. He could sense a little nervousness in her. Then he found the strings tying her halter-top on. The strings untied, the halter-top stayed between them. Pam stepped back, letting the top fall to the floor. "You like?" Pam asked as Matt's hands cupped both tits. "Oh, yea. I like them very much," Matt replied. Pam stepped forward to hug, kiss, and be fondled again. Matt's right hand left her tit and caressed her shoulders. He caressed down her back to her waist. Rubbing and fondling her ass, she pressed against his hard on. Matt found a zipper hidden in a flap of the back seam. He slowly unzipped it, trying to be sensuous for Pam. It worked. Pam stepped backwards, letting the skirt fall. Matt commented, "I was wondering what color panties you were wearing." "When you had your hand on my leg, I was wondering why you didn't go between my legs." "If I had, I would have been fingering you. If anybody saw us from behind, it could have been embarrassing for all three of us. Especially if you're a screamer." Pam giggled as she squatted down. She got on her knees and reached for Matt's belt. "Let's see what color you're wearing." She unbuttoned and unzipped him, sliding his slacks and underwear down. She paid no attention to his underwear. "Oh, my. This is the first dick I've seen in ten years, other than my husband's." She stroked it a couple of times then went down on Matt's dick. "Mm," she moaned taking Matt's dick out of her mouth. "If I finish this, will you be able to get it up again to fuck me?" she asked, giving it a few licks. "Sure, no problem," Matt told her. "A little kissing, a little fondling, and a lot of pussy eating and I'll be hard as a rock for you again." "Oh, yea?" Pam smiled, the idea of the pending pleasure visible in her eyes. Not expecting an answer, she went down on Matt again. She sucked and moaned. She licked and stroked. "It's cumming," Matt announced, raising on his toes. Pam tried to suck, moan, lick, and stroke all at the same time. When the first shot of cum streamed into her mouth, she moaned and bobbed on his slowly. Milking him dry, she rocked back on her heals. Holding her hand up, Matt helped her up. "Get naked," she told him as she climbed onto the bed. Matt looked at her as he undressed. Her feet were drawn in a little. One knee was up; the other knee was on the bed. It spread her legs enough that she clearly showed him her pussy. Maybe the first strange dick she's seen in ten years, but she's certainly not shy about showing her pussy to strangers, Matt thought. But she was thinking, take a good look at what you'll be licking, buddy. He licked his lips as he looked at pussy, causing Pam to, "ooh." "Giving blow jobs like that, I'm sure Tom is a happy camper," Matt said. "Yea, he is," Pam said. Matt noticed the emphasis on 'he'. Just before he got into bed with her, Matt remembered the condom. Taking it out of his wallet, he opened it and put it on the small table next to the bed. Lying down next to her, they wrapped arms and legs. One kiss led to two, which led to three. A hand caressed a tit while another fondled nuts. A finger found a pussy and fucked it. The finger transferred juices up to a clit, it's owner squirming and moaning, "eat me, eat me" at the peak of her pleasure. Scooting down, Matt paused to suck on both nipples for a spell. "Oh yea! Oh god, eat me," Pam said in excitement when Matt finally settled between her legs. It wasn't God eating her, but Matt did well enough. Pam came twice more, when Matt decided he just had to fuck her. Reaching for the condom, Matt sat on his heels between Pam's legs as he put it on. He got on top of her and hesitated, as if giving her one more chance to back down. "Fuck me," Pam said with a kiss. Matt slowly slid into her. Pam hissed, "oh shit, that feels so fucking good." Matt loved the feeling of sliding into a strange pussy. He wasn't sure if she felt the same about a strange dick going into her pussy, or if it was the ribs on his condom. His wife certainly liked them. Matt started slowly and with each stroke in, Pam rocked her hips up to meet him as she muttered, "oh." With each thrust, she muttered, "oh." As Matt pumped into her faster and harder, she cried out, "oh," faster and louder. "Oh, oh, Oh, OH, OH!" Arching her back, she held Matt tight. Quiet and frozen, gripping him hard, she wrapped her legs around to keep him deep in her. Pam relaxed, panting, "that was the most incredible fuck I've had in a long time." Matt got up on his arms and smiled at the panting, sweating beauty below him. She got hers, now it was his time for his. He watched her tits jiggle as he fucked her until she cupped her tits. So, he watched her play with her nipples. He got his quick rhythm back and started going to town. He was fucking this beauty and was happy about it. Matt could tell Pam was getting into it as well and was about to cum again. But it wasn't going to happen. "Oh! Shit! Fuck! Yes! FUCK!" With each word, Matt slowly pulled out and quickly rammed back in. He relaxed, laying on top of her. "Feel better?" Pam asked, a sly grin on her face. Matt sat back on his heels, taking the condom off. "You're right about one thing. That was the most incredible fuck I've had in a long time." He tossed the used condom toward the wastebasket and missed. Stretching out, Matt lay on his back next to Pam. "I would like to thank you for one thing," Pam started. "As much as Tom likes it when I go down on him, he just can't bring himself to go down on me." Pam rolled onto her side, looking at Matt. "So tell me about you. I see that you're married. How often do you pick up hookers?" "Never. You were just so damn beautiful and sexy, plus I was in a good mood, I figured why the hell not." "Then why the condom in your wallet?" Pam asked, not sure to believe him. "We've got two kids, but decided on a third. She just went off the pill and her doc told her that we should wait a bit to get it all out of her system before trying to get her pregnant. So, we're using condoms. When we got them, I put one in my wallet, teasing her about not being able to say anything about me having one." "How long have you been married?" "Ten years. Only, it's been seven years since I've had another woman." "Seven? How does that work out?" Pam asked, interested in his confession. "My wife and I split up after an argument. We were only split up for a week, but we both went out and got laid, just to spite the other. Then we came to our senses and realized how stupid we were," Matt explained. Pam rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling, thinking. Matt looked over and saw the meditative look on her face. He always wondered what women were thinking. He decided to give her something to think about. "You seemed to enjoy it enough. Would you like a mustache ride?" Turning her head, Pam looked at him. "Right after you fucked me?" "We used a condom. It's not like I'm going to be eating my own cum." "But you don't have a mustache." She threw her leg over him and sat up. "Are you going to let it stop you?" Matt asked. Pam moved up, putting her pussy a few inches from Matt's face. Pam shifted from one thigh to the other as Matt got his arms under her. She wasn't sure what to expect, never having been eaten from this position. Matt reached up to her tits, rolling his shoulders upward as he did. It raised Pam up some and he was able to position her pussy where he wanted it. Her pussy was still open from being fucked. He tongue fucked her and nuzzled his nose against her clit. That made her come the first time. Then he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue. She came a second time. He didn't rub her clit with the flat, rough part of his tongue very long. She quickly came a third time. She pushed back, away from his eager tongue. "Damn that feels good. And unlike my husband," Pam paused and got up on her knees. Tugging on Matt's hard dick, "apparently, you really enjoy it." She guided the head of his dick to her pussy. "I don't have another condom," Matt objected. She answered his objection by sliding down on him. "I'm not worried. If you were willing to admit the bit about getting laid when you and your wife were split up, I figure you would have been willing to say that you pick up hookers all the time if you really did. If you had anything from that one time, you'd probably know about it long before now." "I'm clean. What about pregnancy?" Matt asked, still not sure about unprotected sex. "I'm on the pill. Now shut up and fuck," Pam commanded. Matt did what any man would do with a beautiful woman sitting on his dick would. Without the condom, Pam didn't have the sensations she had before. But it was still pretty exciting for her since it wasn't her husband's dick in her. For Matt, the pleasure was even better with out the condom. Matt reached up and played with her tits. They settled into a rhythm and stared smiling into each other's eyes. Until, Matt humped his hips up and down, rocking his head back and forth. "Oh shit this feels so fucking great!" he groaned, lifting his hips as Pam sat on him with her full weight. Pam pulled her legs back behind her and lay on top of Matt. They didn't say anything, just kissed with tongues playing with each other. Finally, Pam pulled her head up. "Well, I guess this 'ho better get back to her pimp." To Matt, she almost seemed reluctant. She rolled off, got out of bed and went into the bathroom. The bathroom was actually split in two. There was no door where the double sinks and big mirror were. But behind that, there was a wall and a door to the shower stall and toilet. It was the latter part that Pam went first. With toilet paper, Pam tried to wipe enough cum from her pussy that it wouldn't drip down her leg, but not so much that Tom wouldn't be getting sloppy seconds. Matt went to the open part of the bathroom. Wetting a washcloth with cool water, he wiped cum and juices off his dick and gave his balls a needed cool rinse. Then he went to the room proper and started getting dressed. Pam came out of the closed part of the bathroom, but didn't come all the way out. Dressed, Matt picked up her skirt and top, laying them on the bed. He waited for her to finish whatever it was she was doing. Pam came out, still only wearing the heels she had never taken off. She picked up the skirt, "this is Tom and I's fifth wedding anniversary. And I must say..." Pam paused to pick up her top. "You've certainly made this one memorable anniversary for the both of us." She picked up her purse, "shall we go?" They waited for the elevator down, standing arm in arm. A few others were also waiting, looking at them as if Matt and Pam were newlyweds. The "just-fucked" smiles were apparent on their faces. When they got off the elevator, they started going in different directions. Pam stopped. "Aren't you coming to the bar?" she asked Matt. "No," Matt replied, unsure about Tom's reaction. "I'm going to the restaurant and get something to eat." Pam frowned, "okay, bye. And thank you." They waved and went their separate ways. Matt was glad to have met Pam and Tom. He was even happier for fucking Pam. "Have I got a deal for you," the woman whispered in Tom's ear. Tom knew the sound of his wife's voice and turned around smiling. "$100 for the juicy details and I'll fuck you for free." Tom looked at the money he had laying on the bar and decided it was an okay tip. He got off the barstool and walked with his wife to the lobby. The concierge noticed the scantily clad woman coming down with one man, going up with another. He didn't like it when escorts worked the hotel bar without letting him know. Occasionally, a guest would ask him for their services. He was about to flag her down, when another guest stopped and asked him for help. He made a mental note to talk to the woman when she left. When they were alone in the elevator, Tom said to his wife, "you're a whore." A gentle squeeze on her ass told her that he wasn't upset. "Prostitute," he said with another squeeze. "Actually, we prefer escort," Pam told her husband. "Besides, you're nothing but a pimp." They both laughed a little. "Yea, but for only $100, you're a cheap escort," Tom said, stepping out of the elevator. "What?!?" Pam asked, still in the elevator. Tom looked at her and saw the scowl on her face. The doors started closing and he had to stick out his arm to keep them open. Pam stepped out. Tom talked in low voice. "Yea, he came up to the bar after you two went to the bathroom. He said that you told him I was your pimp and that he was to give the $100 to me. I figured you were joking around, so I decided to take it. I would have given it back if you would have said something." They were near their room and Pam waited to respond until they got in. "No, that's not what happened," she told him. "He actually stopped me after I finished in the ladies room. He asked me how much and I told him that we were actually married, just doing a little role-playing. He told me not to let you get off cheap, that I was worth $200. I kind of liked the compliment. So I told him to tell you that I said you were my pimp and for him to give you $200, not $100." Tom started to chuckle. It flustered Pam a little but she continued. "I figured you were joking. So, I decided to make you sweat a little. I just sat there sipping my drink, waiting for you to say something." The Accidental Hooker Tom was laughing now. "I did say something. I told he had paid me and for you to show him a good time." Tom was laughing hard now. It was contagious and Pam starting laughing as well. After a few minutes of laughter, Tom managed to talk again. "Okay, so both of us are waiting for the other to say something. Neither of us did, so you show the guy a good time. And, he rips us off for $100 to boot!" Tom couldn't help himself and started laughing all over again. After a few minutes of laughter, husband and wife hugged giving each other a kiss of forgiveness. Tom asked, "so about the juicy details? What did you two do?" "Well, I set my purse down and we hugged and kissed like we are. He untied my halter-top." She waited for Tom to untie it. "Then I stepped back." Like before the halter-top fell. "I asked him if he liked and he said yes, putting a hand on each one." Tom put both hands on both tits. Pam hugged him and kissed him. "Then he moved one hand and rubbed my back some, rubbed my ass some, and unzipped my skirt." Tom did as Matt did, only the lefty used his left hand. Pam noticed that her husband Tom was as hard as Matt had been. Pam stepped back, letting the skirt fall. "He said that he was wondering what color underwear I was wearing." "I saw his hand on your leg, I'm surprised he didn't find out sooner," Tom interjected. "He was afraid we'd get caught. Would you really want your wife screaming through an orgasm as another guy fingered me in public?" Tom chuckled at the image. Pam knelt down in front of him. "So I told him I wanted to see what color his underwear was." She looked up at her husband as she undid his pants, pushing them down, and taking him into her mouth. "So what color were they," Tom asked, watching his wife give him head, knowing Matt got head from her as well. Pam took him out, giving Tom a look like he was an idiot. "Hell, I don't know! I did tell him that his was the first dick I had seen in ten years that wasn't yours. I asked him how long it would take for him to get hard again to fuck me. He said that with a little kissing, a little fondling and a LOT of eating pussy, he'd be hard enough to fuck me." Pam went back down on her husband for a bit, then stopped and stood up. "Aren't you going to finish me?" Tom asked. "Are you going to eat my pussy?" Pam asked. "Okay, so you finished him off. Did you swallow?" Pam gave him the 'you're stupid' look again. "Don't I always?" Tom just shrugged and nodded his agreement. "After I swallowed his cum, I laid down in bed." Pam lay down, knees bent, and legs spread. She knew better than to hope Tom would think of licking her pussy. "Then I told him to get naked." Pam waited for Tom to strip. "He took a condom out of his wallet and put it on the table." Tom patted the table, pretending to put the condom there. He was glad to hear the mention of a condom. He lay down next to her and kissed her, played with her tit. "He fingered me to an orgasm." "Damn, you're wet down there!" Tom noticed. "Hell, walking around, sitting in that skimpy outfit, I was feeling sexy. Then when I sat next to you, I kept talking to you. I could feel his eyes all over me." "They were." "I know and it made me horny as hell!" She kissed him to pause the conversation. She let Tom finger her to the orgasm like Matt had. Besides, reliving it this way did make her horny to do it all over again. After she came, she told him, "that's when he got between my legs and ate my pussy." To his credit, Tom did get between her legs, but only kissed the top of her bush once. "Tom," Pam said tenderly, "that alone was the most wonderful anniversary present you could have given me. Matt eating my pussy and making me come twice." Pam sighed wistfully. "Is that when he fucked you?" Tom asked, wondering when they got down to business. And, hoping to fuck his wife soon. "Well, first he put on the condom." Tom stroked himself, acting like he was putting the condom on. "It had these ribs on it. God! It felt good in my pussy! We're buying some when we get home." "Seems senseless, considering," Tom commented as he got on top and entered his wife. He proceeded to fuck his wife. Pam faked an orgasm. She never had a real orgasm during intercourse, except when Matt had used the ribbed condom. "Mm, thank you, lover," Pam said with a kiss when he finished. "He took the condom off and tossed it to the trash." Then with a giggle, "he missed." Tom waved his hand as if throwing something, then with wide eyes and his hand over his mouth, made an exaggerated look of 'oops'. "He lay down next to me and we talked a bit." Tom laid down next to her. "So what did you two talk about?" "First, I thanked him for going down on me. I wish you would. Then, I asked him if he always picked up hookers when he traveled and he said no. I asked him when the last time he had been with another woman was and he told me about a time seven years ago when he and his wife had split up briefly. So, finally, I asked him why he had a condom in his wallet." "Yea, why did he?" Tom asked. "They're planing on having a baby. Her OB/GYN suggested that they wait to get the pill out of her system. So, they're using condoms for a bit," Pam explained. "Damn," Tom said, "I guess that wouldn't work for me then, would it?" "Hell, no," Pam jabbed him with an elbow. "Any way, I lay there thinking about how great it was to have him go down on me. And all of a sudden, he asks me if I want a mustache ride." "After he already fucked you?" Tom asked. "I asked the same thing, but he said it was no big deal since he'd used a condom." Pam rolled on top of Tom and sat on his chest. "So he held my tits and ate me to three orgasms." Tom held one tit. With his other hand, he kissed it, patted her bush, and repeated three times as if he was eating her three times. He didn't like going down on her, but he had no problems looking at her pussy, even with his cum oozing out. Pam scooted back. "Ooh, you seem to like hearing me talk about screwing him!" "It's sexy as all hell, Babe," Tom confessed. "It's got me hard as a rock again." "I can tell. He was hard again. Only I told him that he must like eating pussy an awful lot. Then I..." Pam got up, aimed Tom's prick at her pussy and easily slid her cum filled pussy down him. "He complained that he didn't have a second condom, but I wasn't worried." "You fucked him without a condom?!?" "If he really picked up hookers all the time, he wouldn't have admitted the split with his wife. Besides, I am on the pill." Pam started going up and down on him. "And I'll tell you the same thing I told him. Now shut up and fuck me." A slightly bewildered Tom complied as readily as Matt had. When they finished, Pam stretched out on top of him and they kissed for awhile. "Well, Babe?" Tom asked. "Did you learn anything?" "Two things actually," she said with another kiss. "One, always make sure your pimp knows how much money he's supposed to get." She kissed Tom as he chuckled over getting ripped off. "And two, for $100 and some pussy eating, I just might fuck anybody." Pam kissed Tom again, letting her last lesson sink in a little. Tom was a little dismayed, thinking that maybe she'd learn something about condom use. After the brief tongue dance, Tom sighed. "Go wipe you pussy real good and come back to bed. I guess it's time for me to learn something." It took a few tentative kisses from Tom. A little coaxing from Pam. But when she told Tom that she remembered what room Matt was in, Tom plunged his tongue into her pussy. After a bit of instruction, Pam got what she really wanted for an anniversary present. An orgasm from her own husband's tongue. "Now THAT's what I really wanted!" she yelled as she came. She decided that one orgasm was good enough for Tom's first time going down on her. They shifted around in the king-sized bed and Pam went down on her husband's limp dick. Licking from the bottom to the tip, as if that would make it grow. It worked, it grew as it got hard. "Where would you like to finish?" she asked devilishly of her husband. "Well, you always said that if I ever went down on you, I could fuck your ass." "I'll get the lube!" Pam squealed as she jumped from the bed. Matt finished eating and went to the bar. He was hoping to see Tom and Pam happy together. He dreaded seeing them together and arguing. When they weren't there, he only hoped things worked out okay for them. Matt bought a beer, took a sip and left the bar. He took the beer to his room. In his room, he kicked off his shoes, turned on CNN, and sat in bed watching TV. He could smell Pam's perfume on the pillow and his mind kept going back to the great sex he had with her. Later he got a chill and opened his eyes. His half-empty bottle sat on the table, the TV was still on, he was still dressed, and it was 6:30 in the morning. Matt walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He set up the four-cup coffeepot and turned it on. Stripping, he stepped into the shower. The coffee would be done when he got out. Dressed and packed, ready to go, Matt stepped from his room. He left the bag behind, not wanting to drag it down to breakfast. He picked up the edition of USA Today at the doorway. Breakfast at the hotel was served cafeteria style for a flat five bucks. He took what he wanted and sat down with his paper. At least they did have a server that kept his coffee cup filled. Seeing movement, Matt looked up to see Pam and Tom sitting down. He caught Tom's eye. The two men nodded and smiled knowingly at each other. Tom leaned toward Pam and said something. Pam looked behind her, saw Matt, and winked. She leaned toward Tom and they talked a bit. Then Pam got up and walked over to Matt's table. Matt figured it might be about the other $100. "Hi, Matt. Have you checked out yet?" Pam asked, sitting at his table. Matt shook his head 'no' slightly. "Good. I'm supposed to go to your room and get the $100. Unless you really think I was only worth that." "You're worth that and more. I'm a buyer for my company and just naturally try to get the best price. But I can give it to you here, or somewhere in the lobby," Matt suggested. "No. I'm also supposed to charge you interest. And I can't charge that kind of interest here," Pam said with a wink. Matt looked over to Tom. Tom smiled and raised his orange juice in toast. Matt returned the toast with his coffee. "Okay, I'll wait for you to finish eating." Pam went to her table, moved her tray so she could look at Mat and sat down. Shaking his head side-to-side, Matt smiled at her. Then picked up his paper again. Not that he could really concentrate on any article. Even in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked hot. Matt wasn't in the middle of reading a good article. He wasn't lost in thought. He was trying to do both when she asked, "ready?" He looked up and saw Pam smiling seductively at him. "For you, always," Matt replied, getting up. They walked out of the restaurant area and into the lobby. Pam surprised Matt by taking his hand in hers. The concierge hated Fridays. He worked second shift Monday through Thursday. But he had to work first shift on Fridays. The hotel wanted the same concierge on Friday and Saturday nights. He would have preferred to work Tuesday through Saturday, even Sunday through Thursday. But, this was the schedule they gave him. He noticed the hooker from last night and the first john he saw her with standing at the elevators. She wasn't in her working clothes, but there was no mistaking it. He started for them, but an elevator with only one rider to drop off stopped. They got on it just as another elevator opened, dispensing a small crowd. He missed her again. But every time he had a small respite in his work, he scanned the lobby for her. He really wanted to find her. Many of the escorts that worked the hotel bar tipped him well when he referred a guest to them. One even preferred to tip him in kind. He gave her a lot of business, she gave him a lot of blowjobs. "So what kind of interest are you charging me?" Matt asked. The elevator was empty as most guests were going down to leave. "Eat me." Matt looked at her and smiled. He could afford that kind of interest. They were quiet, if not close as they got to Matt's room. Only the way the door closed automatically kept them from making a scene. Pam had her hands on the bottom of her t-shirt as they stepped in. She was pulling it off just as the door closed shut. "Get naked," Pam told him. "Do I really need to get naked to go down on you?" Matt asked, even as he was taking off his shirt. "I might have to give you change," Pam replied, with a coy look. She finished getting naked before Matt by just a bit and laid down in bed. The view was good to Matt and he got between her legs, kissing from her knee to her crotch. He kissed so slow, Pam had to coax him, "come on, I want it. Give it to me." It didn't speed him up, but he did get to her pussy. After the second time she came, as Matt gave her clit a rest by kissing her lips, Pam lifted her head up. "If you make me come again, I get to give you change." Then she hooked her feet around and put them on Matt's back. Matt smiled at her as he went back to work, giving her two more orgasms. "No more, no more," Pam whimpered, taking her feet of her back. Matt kissed his way back up, wiping her juices from his face as he went. To Matt, this was the perfect dessert. He devoured her body, sucking on nipples and nuzzling his face between her tits. When he got there, he kissed her lips. "So how did it go last night?" he asked. "First your change. And you're in the right place for it," she told him, holding him tighter, spreading her legs just a little farther apart, and rocking her hips up. Matt figured he was going to get fucked. But he still asked, "are you sure?" "Tom and I are sure. Is that good enough?" Matt wasn't sure why Tom would be so interested in him screwing his wife. Unless they really needed the money. He slid in, enjoying her pussy yet again. Pam didn't orgasm during the fuck and didn't fake one. It was pleasurable just the same for both of them. But Pam had already gotten her rocks off, this was for Matt. When he finished, Matt asked again, "so what happened last night?" Pam explained it all to Matt. She even told Matt about admitting to Tom that for $100 and some pussy eating, she'd fuck anybody. And how that gave Tom the motive to learn to eat her. . She told how she instructed Tom on how to go down on her right. Pam smiled at Matt as she told him that she herself had a recent example of it to help her describe it. "At breakfast, he asked me if I really wanted the other hundred. I told him that I'd really like to get my pussy eaten. So he suggested I talk to you and get both. He knows I was going to fuck you." Pam told him about letting Tom take her ass, something that hadn't been done since the boyfriend before Tom Pam even told Matt about how the sheets were a bit of a mess after she'd been ass-fucked and was on her back teaching Tom to eat pussy. Tom had to get dressed as she stripped the bed. She took a shower while housekeeping came in to clean up the 'accident'. They both laughed about that. Pam finished with a kiss and , "thank you, Matt, so much. You have given Tom and I both one hell of a night to remember. I love you for that." Matt kissed her back, "may be, but I certainly won't be forgetting anything soon either." Matt got up to clean himself up a bit. He went to the sink, Pam went to the toilet. He was still getting dressed when Pam came out. Dressed, Matt took out his wallet. He pulled the other two one hundred-dollar bills out and handed them to Pam. "Oh no. It's never really been about the money. It's been about living out fantasies, and exploring an erotic relationship. It's been about the sex!" "Don't worry about it. Like I said, I just scored a big commission. If you want you can think of it as $200 for last night, which was every bit worth it. And $100 for this morning. Or, just give Tom one and keep one for mad money. Surprise Tom and buy something sexy for you to wear." After a pause, "Okay, if you insist," Pam conceded. She stuck one of the bills in her panties, the other in her purse. After Pam finished dressing, he grabbed his suitcase. Together they headed for the elevator. The elevator stopped at her floor. A quick kiss goodbye and she was gone. The concierge saw Matt in line to check out and looked around for the escort. He hoped she'd be around, but he didn't see her. "So, honey. Did he fuck you?" Tom asked as he let Pam into their room. "Yep," she replied, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him. She slid her hips sideways against his hard on. "Who could resist this body?" "Let's head home, take a couple showers. Then, I'd like to fuck a pretty little ass." "You know what you'll have to do first, don't you," Pam asked. "That's why you're going to clean things up first," Tom explained, rubbing her crotch through her jeans. At last, he saw her again. She was standing in the check out line with the second john. The concierge wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he aimed to find out. The lobby had started to empty quite a bit and there were only two people in front of them. He walked over to her. Tapping her on the shoulder, "excuse, miss? May I have a word with you?" :Pam looked at him, wondering what the hotel staff could want from her. There was no way it could be about the sheets, they hadn't seen her. "Go ahead, Honey," Tom suggested. "I'll be done here in a minute." She followed the concierge his station. "What's this about?" "Listen," he started to explain. "I understand these things. But really, when you're going to be working in this hotel, it's in your best interest to let me know. Sometimes, guests require such services and I'm able to steer them to you." "I don't understand," Pam said, a quizzical look on her face. "I don't work here." "Of course. I understand that for legal reasons, you can't admit to that. I'm not trying to get you into any trouble. But I do understand and I'm discreet about it. I have to be for our guests. But when an escort comes here to work, she must check in with me." "Escort? I'm not an escort," Pam said indignantly. "I'm a guest like every one else." Tom had finished checking out and came up to Pam and the concierge. "What's up, Babe?" he asked. "This asshole thinks I'm some kind of whore!" "Please, ma'am," the concierge hissed. "Lower your voice. I understand these things. You needn't deny them so vocally." "Honey, it's just a simple misunderstanding. Take out your drivers license," Tom suggested, reaching for his wallet. When both of them had their ID's out, they showed them to the concierge. He looked at them. One was Pamela Davis, the other Thomas Davis. Both lived at the same address. He was shocked and confused. He knows she was the escort, but this said otherwise. "I'm sorry. There must have been some mistake," he said, half dazed. He took a few gift certificates from his station for the restaurant. "Here, I'm sorry about the confusion," he said, not realizing he handed them the whole pad of ten-dollar certificates. He hated Fridays. And he was even more confused when Pam and Tom burst into gales of laughter as soon as they walked out the front door.