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One Trick Penny Ch. 01

By: Krystal0690



The Instigation

I've worked as a prostitute for nearly a year and by my best estimate have performed 275 sex acts for money, or tricks as they are called. However, I've never had sexual contact with another man outside the bounds of my marriage. In fact, my husband has been the sole customer of my entire career as a "working girl", which is why I refer to myself as One-Trick Penny. Penny, of course, is not my real first name - it's just that One-Trick Stella sounds silly.

My life as a whore began about a year into my marriage. My husband, Dave, was ten years older and had been in the military for a decade before we met. He confessed to me that during his years in the Army, he'd been serviced by dozens of prostitutes, and he had a strong desire for what he termed, "transactional sex acts"; the kind of things most 'decent women' wouldn't ordinary be willing to perform or at least do as often as he wanted it.

Dave had an extremely high sex drive. When we first married, we literally hit it two to three times a day - seven days a week. At first, I loved the passion and attention, but after a few months I began to wear out and looked for excuses to avoid being fucked more than once a day. It came to a head on a Saturday afternoon.

"No, not again," I said as I saw the bulge in my husband's briefs as he sprawled on the bed. He looked, for want of a better term, damn hot. His abs were a near-perfect six-pack, with chiseled facial features. Ordinarily, I'd have loved to have leaped onto his boner for an afternoon session, but he'd just nailed me for over an hour that morning. "Come on, Honey. My back is starting to hurt."

He looked disappointed and I felt guilty, as if I were ignoring my conjugal duties. "I'm really charged up. Couldn't you help me out with a blow job?"

"I gave you two last night. It still feels like I have your sperm caught in my throat." This was a first for me. I'd never refused him a BJ before. The look on his face hurt me to the quick.

Instead, I counter offered, "A hand job?" I sat on the bed next to him, with my bare legs crossed and began to stroke his nine incher through his black briefs. The fucking thing was rock hard and seemed eager to be handled, like a dog wanting to be petted.

I hoped he'd roll back and relax. In a few minutes, I'd reached under the material of his briefs to continue to stroke it, until he exploded in a huge wad of gooey spunk that would covered my fingers. That's not what happened.

"I really want oral. I've been thinking about it for over an hour." He began to move my hand from his crotch.

"Sorry, I'm just not up for it. Maybe tonight," I said before I retorted with, "Perhaps you can pleasure yourself, and I'll watch. That would be hot for me."

I knew I was treading on dangerous territory. He might go for it or we might get into an argument. I was ready for either scenario. What he said next shocked me.

"How about I pay you for a blow job? Two-hundred dollars. I want it that bad."

I began to stammer, "You want me to accept money? What do you think I am?"

"You're my wife but I' willing to pay for something you don't want to do right now. It's like paying for any other kind of work."

"You don't pay me to cook or vacuum the house." 

Dave gave me a sarcastic smile, and I could see where this line of argument was going. I currently wasn't in a job and since Dave made very good money, there was never any pressure to work. Still, I did get an allowance and did the shopping and housework. I decided on a different tact. I'd do the old guilt trip.

"Alright, oral for two hundred bucks. Cash."

He stood, went to the dresser and pulled a series of twenties from his wallet before dropping them on the bed. He lay back down and waited for my response.

At first, I thought of throwing the cash back in his face and storming out to the living room. However, I decided to match his game and play martyr. I got between his legs and pulled his shorts down without another word, inserting his cock deeply into my mouth as possible. He reached down to squeeze my breasts, but I pushed his hand away. With his erection working its way down my throat, I managed to mumble, "Uhh ahh."

"OK. Twenty-five to play with your tits."

I was starting to get pissed and decided to see how far he'd go. I pulled his manhood from between my lips and said, "More."

"Fifty to handle to the tattas." 

"Deal." His cock reentered my mouth, and he began to rub my boobs. We went on in silence for ten minutes, and I hated to admit it but I was starting to get into the act. Dave announced he was about to cum in a loud voice he hadn't ever used before. The spunk shot down my throat like a freight train through a tunnel; easily one of the most powerful blasts he'd ever produced into my mouth. I managed to swallow a lot, but the rest remained in my mouth, and I used my tongue to dribble the rest back onto his still stiff penis.

"Fuckin' damn it. That was the hottest sex we've ever had," he exclaimed as he lay back prone on the mattress breathing hard.

I stood and took another fifty from his wallet. I held the cash up, not realizing a bead of cum was still on my chin and dripping onto my boobs. "Is this what you want? To see me as a whore? Is that how you think of me?" I realized I didn't sound wholeheartedly convincing in my condemnation of our little business arrangement.

Worse yet, Dave had the biggest shit eating grin across his smug face. He didn't say a word, he just continued to smirk in the direction of my crotch.

I looked down to see that my panties were soaked with my juices. I turned beet red and dropped the money. "I can't do this. I can't accept money for sex."

"Why not? You earned it and you have to admit, Stella; this was the hottest sex we've had in months."

It took another half-hour of convincing, but in the end I accepted the money, and we wound up fucking our brains out for the next two-hours; all for gratis. I lost count of the number of organisms I had; definitely a personal best. 

I mostly hated to admit it to myself, but the thought that I was screwing for pay had been a long held fantasy for me, too; one I'd never admit to having, much less acting upon. My upbringing had taught me such thought was highly sinful. And that was the problem. It made me want to pretend I was performing such depraved deeds all the more.

As we lay snuggled in the bed together, he convinced me to try it again in a few days. "There's one thing you have to promise me. You're the only man I'm going to hook for."

"Of course, Stella. I'll be your exclusive customer. But..." 

"But what?" I asked expecting some heavy condition.

"There are certain things I want to do. Kinky things, I've never asked you to try, but have always fantasized about. You can negotiate a price, but you'll need to perform the act, even if you don't enjoy it."

"And we keep our regular sex live, well, separate and normal?"

"I'll be your missionary man," he said with a laugh.

Thinking it over, it sounded adventurous and actually fun. Besides, it'd be nice having some extra spending money, and I wouldn't feel the need to explain some of the things I bought. "Tell you what. How about hooker me goes by a new name? Maybe, Caprice? That sounds kind of sexy."

Dave thought for only a couple of seconds. "No. You're a definite Penny." 

In truth, with my shoulder length blonde hair, hazel eyes, a small mouth with soft puffy lips, big boobs and long legs, I looked a lot like the character from that popular comedy show. People had called me that jokingly in the past. I started to laugh, "OK, my professional name is Penny. You can call me One-Trick Penny, because you're my only John."

I spent most of Sunday shopping on my own and used all my previous day's profits on the sluttyest clothing I could find. A red leather mini skirt that hugged my round ass and several pair of crotchless and see thru panties. An extremely low cut blouse that barely covered my large beamers and of course, several pair of nose bled stripper heels. 

I was getting the effect I wanted from my new ensemble. As I examined myself in the mirror in the center of the women's clothing store, I noticed a dragged along husband staring in my direction with his legs tightly crossed so as not to betray a massive hard on. I surreptitious continued my little fashion show for his benefit, watching him squirm in the uncomfortable husband chair the store provided through the mirror's reflection. That is until his wife returned and began casting the stink eye in my direction. 

Before I returned to the dressing room, I swear I overheard him say, "Why can't you dress more like that?" just before she punched him in the shoulder.

Encouraged, I decided to test my new look on the rest of the mall. I paid in cash of my new clothes at the register while still wearing them and strode out of the shop into the main inside corridor. As I moved past the skater boys, jeans moms and gaggle of teens, I could feel it as every male head turned in my direction to get a good long look.

I made my way to the most expensive cosmetic store and sat on one of the saddle stools. A skinny twenty something with dyed black hair, too many colorful arm tattoos and a golden nose ring asked me what look I wanted with the make-up today.

Dead serious, I said, "Very high class hooker - the thousand-dollar a night kind."

The girl smiled. Forty-five minutes later, I looked in the mirror and realized I was easily worth way more than that. I wouldn't be charging Dave that much, but he'd be getting his money's worth by far.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 1 of 12 ~ ~ ~

One Trick Penny Ch. 02



Home Service

We waited until Friday night for Penny's debut. At 7 PM, Dave sent me a text message or more accurately Penny got the text.

My cell phone pinged and I got a message that read, "Penny, straight lay - $200?"

I texted back, "Sorry, min 250 without oral. 300 gets U head to start. Am TOTALLY worth it." 

It took a few minutes before he texted back, "K - get here by 8. Wife out then."

I told Dave, "A friend needs me to help pick out hand towels. I'll be back in a couple of hours," and I was out the door before he had a chance to said goodbye.

I'd rented a nearby cheap hotel room for the weekend earlier in the day and had all of my clothing and supplies already waiting. I spent the next half-hour getting ready. I drive back to my "clients" house and rang the bell. I introduced myself when Dave answered the door, "Hi, I'm Penny, your date for the night."

The look on Dave's face was priceless when he saw me. His jaw hung open, and he stammered something about me cuming inside. I had on the red leather mini complete with shimmery stockings with a dark seam in back. With no bra and the tight satin blouse my erect nipples left very little to the imagination as to the suppleness of my breasts. My eyes were accentuated with a dark smoky eye shadow and heavy mascara that gave me an aura of intrigue. In the heels and tiny skirt, my legs seemed to go on forever.

"The agency insists that I'm paid up front, sir." My voice was low and sensual. I put out my hand with the palm up. Dave's hand was trembling as he passed me three hundred-dollar bills.

We chatted briefly just as if we were two complete strangers in the prelude of intimacy, but my customer seemed nervous. I wondered if this was his first time with a high end whore. I made a mental note to ask later. 

Even though it had been just ten-minutes, I found myself wanting to get down to business. It wasn't as if I needed to rush off to my next John; this was the only punch in my dance card for the evening. Somehow, I just seemed to go with the territory. I was relieved when he took me by the hand and kissed me before leading me toward the bedroom.

"Sorry, I guess we're not supposed to kiss," he said awkwardly.

"It's alright, sir. I'm with an elite service. It's included in the package."

"You can call me Dave."

I had him sit on the bed and began to unzip his pants. "Very well, Dave it is. I want you to tell me if you think you're about to cum. I want you to enjoy the entire experience." I tugged at his pants and then removed his shorts.

He smiled with that slight sense of arrogance he usually had when it came to sex. Dave was a true swordsman in the sack, but I had a few new maneuvers I'd been rehearsing. I knelt and placed my head between his legs. I looked up to see him surveying every curve of my legs.

His cock was throbbing in my hands; actually quivering with excitement. I kissed the circumcised head of his shaft and began to circle the tip of it with my tongue. I traversed it numerous times, working it ever so slightly into my mouth with each circumnavigation. I watched as he closed his eyes; slowly beginning to moan with pleasure. It reminded me of a cat purring. His breathing became deeper, and I could taste the precum jizm begin to excrete over my brightly painted red lips. I'd been assured that this particular brand of lipstick wouldn't smear while performing fellatio. It's unfortunate that women need to specifically request it at the makeup counter, but it is worth the asking.

"Oh, shit, I think I'm getting ready to cum. No, not yet," Dave said in a panic. He'd only gone ten minutes. 

"It's alright Dave. We can slow down. I crawled up onto his body. His shirt was still on and buttoned. I tore the two sides apart. A couple of the buttons flew across the room, and I rubbed my tits over his bare chest.

His two hands cupped my ass through the supple leather encasement. He rubbed it experiencing it unique curvatures. "You not wearing any underwear." The expensive skirt was made of such fine leather, it was actually possible to tell.

"I never bother with them. Such a waste of time," I whispered into his ear.

He began to unbutton my blouse. My melons poured out after the second button was released. He began to suck on each nipple like a man starving. Ordinarily, I loved his attention to my sensitive areola, but my mindset at the moment needed to focus solely on his pleasure. Instead, I glanced at my shoes and wondered if the strappy sandals might have worked better with the skirt. The color was a near-perfect match.

My self-diversion worked. My face falsely conveyed a look of near indifference that seemed to excite Dave even more. I realized he didn't want me as a wife at this moment, but instead to be his whore. I felt a strange power in the prospect.

Despite my facial expression of triviality, my vagina wasn't buying into the deception. With my hips rhythmically gyrating across my client's stomach, my animated pussy leaked its distinctive nectar across his taut flesh. I was about to engulf Dave's hardened member with my sweet honeypot; the tip of his erection near the entry point, when I stopped.

"What? Why stop now?" His voice took on a pleading tone I wasn't used to hearing from a macho male like my husband. He bucked his hips as he tried without success to move his stiff member into my breech.

"You'll have to put on a condom. Sorry, sir, agency requirements." I made the requirement sound as matter of fact as possible. I reached for a gold foil packed I had in my purse.

"Stella, this isn't necessary. It's taking things too far."

"Sorry, I have no idea who Stella is. Your wife? Do you want me to pretend to be married to you? Sure, I can do that, but you'll still have to wear a rubber. Your health, as well as mine, as they say."

He thrust his pelvis forward, but to no avail. I simply moved up his torso and denied him entry.

"Twenty? I'll give you twenty if you don't make me wear a rubber."

Poor Dave waited and heard only silence as I fumbled with the packets between my thumb and index fingers.

"Fifty. Please. Fifty, I'll go fifty."

I could have easily held out for a hundred, but I decided to have mercy. I pushed my VJ backwards and felt his swollen cock slip effortlessly in my naturally lubricated hole. I mimicked a yawn and looked back to show him a facial expression of how bored I was. It wasn't easy. Just thinking about the money for my services had me verging upon uncontrollable sexual excitement.

He began bucking away like a jack hammer. I hadn't anticipated how close to the edge of organism I really was. Within the first thirty seconds of his entry, my pussy announced it was on the edge of an epic climax. I turned away and bit my lower lip to try to avoid a graphic expression of my true excitement. You're not going to let him know how into this you are, I thought. My entire body began to shiver in the top five splurges of my life. Fortunately, Dave was so involved with pumping me with all he had available, he took no notice.

He didn't last much longer either. Five minutes and he shot what felt like a month's worth of his seed inside me. His cock squirted multiple times; like having a vibrator on my slit.

I silently caught my breath, pulled myself off his deflating manhood, stood up and said in a dead-pan tone, "Oh, Baby, that was fantastic. You're the best."

"You're leaving? Now?"

"My work is done here, sir. Perhaps you should rest up. Your wife may want you to pleasure her."

Dave stood and faced me while completely naked. "Ah, thanks, Penny that was fantastic." A few drops of semen oozed from the tips of his soft pecker as it pointed toward the floor.

I handed him his wallet and reminded him of the extra fifty he owned me. He pulled out the cash and I said, "You know, Dave, a gentleman always tips."

He laughed at my mercenary attitude. He surprised me by giving me a hundred more.

"An expensive night for you."

He gave me that haughty grin of his, which is what first won me over. "Penny, you're worth every bit of this."

Without so much as a kiss I departed. Five hundred bucks for an hour's work and some of the most enjoyable sex I've had in a while.

I returned home as Stella and hour later. Dave was waiting for me as was Dave's recovered cock that greeted me at full attention. I acted as if I knew nothing about what happened. After I'd been hauled into the bedroom, I insisted he use his talented tongue to bring on the second, third and fourth orgasms of my evening. Only then did I allow him to fuck me in a good old-fashioned hubby on top, wifie on the bottom, with legs spread demurely. 

As I lay my head in his arms reveling in the afterglow of our evening activities, I realized something about myself. I loved my normal role as the proper wife, but I got a thrill out of being the uninhibited whore just as much. This was a side of myself, I never before dared explore. Now, it felt like a part of me, and I wanted to see how far I could take the character.

"Did you enjoy your evening with Penny?"

"Who? I don't know anyone named Penny." He was giving me back some of my own medicine.

"I love being her. I was existing as someone I was afraid to even fanaticize about. I can't wait to visit her again," I said.

"I enjoyed her, too," he said with a wry smile.

I could tell he wasn't as thrilled as me. "She's there mostly for your enjoyment. Is there something else you'd want her to do for you?"

He crinkled his nose and squinted as if he might offend me. I nodded to reassure him; I could take any criticism. 

"Honestly, the kind of women I'm used to; they weren't as classy as Penny was tonight. Penny looked amazing, but I like women who aren't as perfect. They seem more willing..." He stopped, as if searching for the right words. I'm sure he was worried about what I might think of his particular sexual proclivities.

"You want a woman you can pay to degrade?" I made it sound as clinical as possible.

Dave wanted several seconds and then shook his head. "No, I don't want to degrade a whore. I want her to degrade me."

It took some time, but Dave revealed to me that when he was with a prostitute, he preferred to be to one that was submissive and let the woman decide what he had to do to earn his gratification. This was a real 180 from the man I knew. Dave was always master of the bedroom. Once more, he wanted Penny to come up with new kink and raunchy ideas and direct him to perform them.

It would be a challenge for me. I didn't have a lot of experience aside from things I've done with him. I'd have to do some thinking and research. However, the prospect of making him Penny's bitch sounded intriguing.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 2 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 03



The New Dominion

Saturday afternoon... and I denied Dave our usual sex session. He didn't fight all that hard for it anyway, since I'd nearly drained him the night before. I wanted him to be good and rested for the evening. I left just after lunch and said I had some errands to run and I wouldn't be home until much later.

From the motel room, I dressed Penny, but in a much cheaper and sleazy manner. At 8 PM I texted him. "Hey, Baby, Penny want$ $um action. U up 4 it?"

He replied almost immediately, "What U have in mind?"

I shot back, "Bring a hundred and u'll find out. B ready to $uffer."

I provided the motel name and room number. He was on his way.

Ten minutes later, he tapped on the door. I greeted him in a faded denim mini, red platform sandals, fishnet stockings, a see-thru top and loads of powder blue eye shadow. For added effect, I was chewing a wad of bubble gum. Dave liked what he saw; I could tell by the large bulge growing in his pants.

My first word to him was, "Strip."

He handed me five twenties that I made sure to count in front of him and then he removed his clothes, placing them in a neatly folded bundle on a chair near the door. 

The motel room was not run down, but showed signs of wear. The furnishings were a decade out of style and showed their age. While the room was clean, it offered little beyond the basic amenities; a queen sized bed, a couple vinyl covered side chairs, a writing table and a suit case rack. The bed covering was fairly new, since this was a motel that had a reputation for illicit liaisons in our town, so management kept the essential amenities clean and sanitary.

"Hands in front of you." My voice sounded cold and commanding.

Dave held out his arms and placed his hands up a few inches apart. I clicked a set of padded hand cuffs securely over each wrist, before guiding him to the bed. I watched as he slowly began to survey the room. His eyes widened as he took in the way I decorated for our rendezvous.

I'd spend the morning shopping at a large adult toy store and had a collection of dildos, strap-ons, anal probes and penis rings on the table and night stand. We are fortunate to live in a state that doesn't attempt to restrict the number of sex toys a woman can buy.

As I began to tie him securely to the bed with a set of leather straps, he blurted, "So, what am I in for today, Penny?"

I said nothing as I placed a wide rubber band around his cock and balls, cinching it tight with a plastic fastener at the base. Another rubber gasket went over his shaft causing the veins of his shaft to protrude. I used my tongue to gently lick at the tip for a few seconds, while I cupped his balls with both hands. 

The stimulation continued for ten minutes. I carefully observed as his restricted member turned from a dull red color to a unique shade of purple as the blood flow was being manipulated and controlled. Dave moved his hips in rhythm with my strokes of his phallic organ.

I stood and began a slow grinding striptease to melodic music I'd queued up on my cell phone. The small build in speaker made the music sound tinny and cheap; the exact effect I wanted. I took my sweet time peeling down to the garter belt supporting my mesh stockings and black panties. I spent a considerable amount of time rubbing my bare breasts, massaging each firm nipple. For added effect, I rubbed a small amount of baby oil across them, so that they glistened in the incandescent lighting. I moved on top of the bed and positioned my boobs over my client, keeping them just beyond reach of his ravenous lips. I could tell he desperately desired to suck on my delectable nips that I held just out of reach.

As my musical selection transitioned to a faster beat, I picked up one of the dildos. It was a translucent blue model that measured exactly eight inches from nut to tip. I began to rub it over the front of my panties until a fine outline of the juice from my excited vagina became visible through the fabric. I held the plastic lover under his nose so that he could smell my primal scent. I then compared it to his own one eyed monster. 

With his penis still swollen to its maximum size, I stated "It's no contest, is it?" He smiled with pride that his member was a full inch longer.

I dropped the blue prop unceremoniously to the floor and went back to the table. I grabbed a jet black Jelly-boy that measured a full nine inches. Its arched curvature caused the bulbous head to bounce as I held it aloft and began to suck on it. Dave's eyes were glued to me as I gradually moved more and more of the artificial boner into my mouth. It took several minutes as the background tune began to pump more rapidly before I'd managed to intake the entire dong down my gullet.

Slowly I withdrew the dingus from my throat and began to rub it across my breasts, allowing my saliva to mix with the shiny lubricant. My hand went to my crotch and I rubbed my moist muff through its satin covering. My face expressed the self-pleasures I was experiencing.

"Still not big enough," I said as I examined the false cock I held. I dropped it next to the previous one on the carpet.

With the customer's gaze transfixed on my activities, I turned my back and reached for a bright red woman's-home-companion. It came in a box that advertised it as the 'mother of all dildos'. Its name was 'That Bastard'. It was at least ten inches and very thick. Easily, it would be the largest thing I'd ever attempted to place into my vagina.

My underwear was fastened by Velcro strips on each side and with a sharp tug, I pulled them off to reveal my cleanly shaved and freshly oiled pubic mound. The head of the phallus was carefully steered toward my vulva and I spread my legs widely apart as my audience of one looked on licking his lips in anticipation.

There was a certain amount of uncertainty on my part as to whether I could pull this off. I'd practiced with some of the other toys, but knew this would be a challenge. I closed my eyes and began to insert the red bastard inside me. It was a tight fit, but as stimulated as I was at that point I managed without discomfort. Still, I made a show of grunting in simulated agony as it traveled to its ultimate destination.

Only then did I begin to alternate my vocal indications to register my acceptance and then enjoyment of this intruder. "Yes, yes. More." I pushed it back and forth with increasingly rapid strokes, until I had a legitimate organism. I made no pretense of suppressing my ecstasy, "Yes, fuck, yes, yes, yes." I'd taken the trouble of paying extra for an end room and made sure the adjoining room was vacant for the evening. However, I'm sure anyone two rooms down must have gotten an earful.

I trembled from the intensity of my experience and felt as if my knees were about to buckle, but knew I needed to keep the show going. I pulled That Bastard from my cootch and grabbed a small black butt plug from my collection. After applying a generous portion of lubricant to the cone shaped device, I inserted a pair of my fingers coated with lube into my anus and worked them into my hole until it was nice and receptive. 

My husband and I occasionally included anal sex as a part of our love making repertoire, so I was no stranger to rear entry, but this was my first experience with a plug. I inserted it gingerly. Once inside me and secured at the notch, I relaxed my sphincter and it began to feel quite natural.

Unsure how he'd react, I took a second anal device and began to lube it. I stared into my John's eyes with a determined gaze. He knew what was cuming. He uttered no protest as I worked the jelly into his asshole. He even began to lift his hips in a gesture of submissive acceptance. Minutes later, his anuz was occupied just like mine.

Standing over him, I gradually lowered my dripping snatch over his swollen schlong. Between us, we'd produced enough precum secretions that they flowed onto the bed sheets and into the padding.

I moved up and down a dozen times in slow succession, feeling as if his joystick was banging against the rubber protrusion in my ass. The entire time, I carefully observed Dave's facial expression. I knew the look if his oncoming O face well. I waited for his eyes to begin to squint and the corners of his mouth to tighten.

It was then that I pulled myself off and bent down to tightly squeeze his penis in my hands. He howled about how I was preventing his orgasm. I continued my lock against his ejaculation.

"You'll come what I say you can," I snarled.

"No, please, I was so there. I'm ready to blast off, bitch."

"Denied! You are at my discretion. And never call me bitch, you worthless worm. Beg for your relief."

He began to snivel and plead to have his spunk released. I only laughed at his predicament.

"No, you have displeased me. We'll have to start all over again. Nothing more until you've gone soft and I can rebuild your erection."

He struggled to cum on his own, but as restrained as he was, to no avail. He began to curse me for being so cold hearted and cruel. I ate it up. I'd never experienced such control over Dave and it was intoxicating.

At last he accepted my dictate. It took nearly a half hour for him to go limp. I didn't make it easier, since I continued to rub away at my pussy with my fingers with one of the other dildos.

Unkindly I brought the client to stiffness and near to the edge of ejaculation twice more over the course of the next hour, each time denying him the relief he was growing more desperate to achieve.

During the entire time I increased my verbal taunts, until I saw his lower lip begin to quiver. The man I had always seen portraying himself as the embodiment of machismo, I managed to reduce to a whimpering mess. For some reason, I delighted in seeing this side of him revealed to me. Dave was at my mercy and I rejoiced in my dominion over him.

"I'm going to take pity on you and allow you to cum, but you aren't worthy of my pussy, Baby. You can shoot your load onto my face, but there's a price."

"Anything, I'll give you another hundred. Just get me off, please."

"No, your money isn't enough. I want you to lick it off."

I knew at that point, he would have agreed to nearly anything and that once he got off, Dave couldn't be expected to honor this agreement, but I had a plan.

He nodded and with a few deft strokes he exploded a dense wad of goo that covered my nose and chin in a milky white that dribbled onto my boobs.

As predicted he refused to make good on his commitment. What he hadn't counted upon, was that after a brief respite, I began to stimulate his package and refused to take no for an answer until his stiffness returned.

A half hour later, Dave was more than willing to lapped his own jizz from my face and tits. Over the course of the next two hours, I'd gotten him to ejaculate two more times. By the time I released him, I maneuvered him to emotional highs and lows I never knew him capable of experiencing. 

When he stumbled drained and exhausted from the room, he barely had the strength to stand without wobbling. However, he must have enjoyed himself. My tip came to two hundred dollars.

As he left he asked, "Penny, when can I see you again?"

I replied, "When I'm damn good and ready, Baby," just before I slammed the door in his face.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 3 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 04



Torrents on the Machine

I should have felt guilty. What I was doing was a complete invasion of Dave's privacy; going into his laptop and finding his hidden folder of pornography, while he slept, recovering from last night's adventure. However, it wasn't as his wife, that I was doing it. I wasn't trying to police his intake of erotic images and stories. No, this was research for Penny to understand her client's sexual proclivities and trigger points. Most of his smut was the standard naked babes in various positions of display. Not much I could do off that.

Then there was the obligatory chick-on-chick section. For some reason, all men seem to fanaticize about this. Perhaps later on, but not something I wanted to get into at that time.

Then there was a folder labeled FEMDOM. I'd already started down the path of female domination a few nights ago. We were having a good run at it, but I wanted to add some new kinks. There were a few twists I could add to my domination catalogue. I noted a subfolder dedicated to high-heels and trampling; walking across a bound and prostrate naked male.

Then I found a folder relating to Women on Machines. I wasn't familiar with this particular branch of fetish. It seems that there are devices about the size of logs that push a mounted latex dildo into a woman's vagina to replace the movements of a male as in the act of intercourse. I gathered there is a manufacturer of such machines called Sybians, although there are a number of other more home making looking contraptions out there. 

Dave had a collection of several thousand pictures and video files, so I gathered it must be a turn-on for him. I watched a few of the videos and understood the basic techniques of their use and even thought of a few variations I could make to bring him into the activity.

I waited until Monday afternoon, while Dave was at work, and ran down to my local adult toy store. They actually had two models of Sybians available. I studied the feature lists of both and decided the basic model would suffice for my purposes. I looked over to see a petite woman with short dark hair smile politely when she saw that I was putting so much effort to comparing machines. She was mostly involved examining the latex fetish wear and nodded approvingly when I went to find a sales clerk.

"So, how much is this one?" I asked pointing to the lower-end unit. I also held up a package of dildo attachments that would provide a better 'ride'.

"With the advanced attachment package it comes to $1,719.95 before tax," he replied. He had a blank bored expression, and his abundant neck tattoos clearly conveyed he wasn't going to be involved with a standard daytime job.

My jaw dropped. Who'd pay that much for a masturbation machine?

"Oh, that's a bit more than I wanted to spend. I'm probably only going to use it once or twice."

"OK." The clerk smoothed back his indigo dyed Mohawk styled hair and started to walk away. I'd have to come up with a new idea for Dave's next session with Penny.

"You know; you can rent a trial unit. It's kind of like taking one out for a test ride." The short-haired woman had walked up to the clerk and me.

"Sorry, to eavesdrop, but I thought you might want that as an option," she said without seeming to be the least bit embarrassed. 

"You'd still need to buy your own attachment pack, which is $250 and the rent is $150 a day, plus a deposit," the clerk said, sounding as if I was inconveniencing him.

I tried not to look flustered. The woman smiled at me again and walked back toward a rack of leather hot pants. 

"Well, do you want me to get the loaner from upstairs or not?" he asked.

Considering my options quickly, I replied, "I won't need it until Friday, but I'd like to reserve one. I can put down a deposit."

"Swell," he said as he looked past me as he watched a man in a heavy coat peruse a rack of prostrate toys.

During the rest of the week, Dave and I made love only twice. He confessed he'd felt a bit tired this week and wasn't as eager as usual. We never mentioned the existence of Penny and how she might be the cause of his exhaustion. For me, it was a nice break from our usual twice a day regiment and as Friday night approached, I found myself eagerly anticipating Penny's next job.

Without need for explanation, I disappeared from the house shortly after dinner on Friday night. I was barely able to get through the meal; I was so excited and had to stop myself from secretly masturbating under the table. I set up the machine in the same cheap motel room earlier that day and of course; I had to take it out for a test run. 

At first, it seemed silly, and I felt ridiculous when I lowered my muff onto the larger member of the double dong attachment. Then I worked the smaller probe into my rectum and switched on the motor. Within a few minutes, I'd lost track of everything around me and was in a sensual zone of my own. Ten minutes later, I had a massive orgasm and began to wonder if it wouldn't be worth the investment for this amazing machine. It beat the fuck out of any vibrator I've ever used. Needless to say, I couldn't wait to get back in the saddle, so to speak.

When my customer arrived, I was dressed in only a long silky slip and a pair of spike heel platform sandals. I'd done my makeup for that cheap slut look that Dave seemed to favor for our paid dates.

He handed me the money and I had him strip naked and sit in one of the chairs. He insisted on putting down a towel, since it was likely these chairs had held a lot of other bare butts in their time. 

"Don't worry, you won't be in that seat for long."

At my direction, he turned his attention to the Sybian in the middle of the floor. The shocked look on his face was priceless. I'm sure he must have wondered where I could have gotten the idea for this. I'd set it up with the single woman's-home-companion, which was fairly good sized. I made a show of lubricating my bung hole once again. I could see him licking his lustful lips as I worked three fingers up my asshole.

After lowering myself onto the silicon cock, I hit the on switch and proceed to go for a ride. Not bothering to suppress my verbal pleasure of being mechanically screwed, I watched as he began to play with his own hard cock.

"You don't think you're going to sit there and just watch the show, do you, Baby? Participation is mandatory."

He stood, but seemed unsure of what to do. "How do we work this?"

"Get over here behind me and jam that rod of yours up my ass. My dumper is waiting for you, fucktard."

Dave straddled the machine, and I arched my back to allow him the best vantage point for entry. It took some effort as I swayed to-and-fro, but he managed to press his manhood up my tender poop shoot.

He had trouble at first maintaining his rocking with that of the machine, but with some effort managed to do a decent job of pumping my ass. I tried not to think about how a dumb machine could manage to do a better job as a woman pleaser than a fairly accomplished man, but I could see yet another example of how technology is managing to invade nearly every aspect of human activity. I used the Sybian's control pad to increase the motion of the machine, setting it to run a full gallop.

My thoughts turned to the money waiting on the table. Somehow, knowing that I was being paid to fuck alleviated some of my deep seated insecurities. I wasn't the awkward girl that didn't get asked out in high school. I was the one someone was willing to pay to have their pleasure with. The more I thought about that coupled with the motions of man and machine working away at my pussy and ass, the more aroused I became.

I screamed as I came. There was no use or possibility in trying to hold it back. As I caught my breath, I tried to turn off the machine to have a rest. Dave was having none of it and refused to allow us to stop. The motions of man and machine, each competing to fuck me into the stratosphere carried on until I felt Dave's cock begin to spasm, dumping a full load of his spunk deeply past my sphincter. I came again in a torrent. 

This time I managed to turn off the Sybian and we both rolled onto the floor, huffing and panting. "Fucking, fuck, fucking, fuck," I overhead him say, "That was intense."

"There's one more assignment for you tonight. When you can stand, go sit in the bathtub and wait for me."

Five minutes later, he did as I commanded. It took my time drinking down a bottle of cold water and felt as if my bladder was sufficiently full. I removed my heels and walked into the bathroom.

"The next time I tell you to slow down after I've come, you listen to me, you miserable slimeball." I stood over him and released a flow of urine onto his stomach and pubic region. "You stay in place until I've finished peeing."

I emptied every last drop of steaming urine onto his torso and he sat helplessly receiving it without a word. I could see him getting harder, none the less.

"Now, take a shower and clean yourself completely. There's a bottle of bleach beside the tub. Clean it out when you're done."

Back in the room, I dressed in a strict short black skirt and an austere white blouse that buttoned to the neck. I put the heels back on and waited for my customer to finish in the bathroom. He emerged a short time later with only a towel wrapped around his waist. 

"Did you do a good job of cleaning the tub? I want the room deposit back. There can't be a hint of piss in it." My tone was stern and imposing. I crossed my legs tightly and allowed him a good view of my gams in seamed black stockings as the skirt rose up on my creamy thighs.

He looked sheepish and slightly afraid of me. "Yes, ma'am." 

"I don't trust you. You're probably a slob. I'll bet your selfless wife has to pick up after you." I went to inspect the bathroom.

"You work was adequate, but you left a towel on the floor. Lay down on the floor."

He did as directed. I began to stand on him with one foot still on the floor so as not to put my full weight on him. He murmured as the stiletto heel poked into his flesh. 

Gradually, I moved my foot down to his nutsack and ground the sharp heel it into his jewelry. He winced, but I watched as his penis began to grow. The point of the heel made its way up his penis and stabbed cruelly at the tip.

"Don't you dare cum until I give you permission," I said in my harshest intonation.

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a groveling voice.

"Get on your knees and kiss my feet. Act as if you worship them."

After a half-hour of him licking each toe and tonguing the arches of each foot, I allowed the client to relieve himself inside my pussy.

For my efforts, I got a $250 tip, and Dave saw a side of me; he'd never suspected was possible.

As I changed back into the Stella, I wondered how I could top this evening.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 4 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 05



Tutorial Session

It had been a few weeks since I'd started turning tricks with my husband, but I was rapidly starting to run into a problem. While trying not to become repetitive, I had to admit I was out of kinky ideas. It wasn't like I'd had much experience with fetishes and dominance before I got married - none really. Oral was as wild as I'd gotten. I was way past that now.

Dave wasn't much help. I was disappointed to learn that while he enjoyed our raunchy sex, he wasn't all that inventive. The burden seemed to fall on me. Even his porno collection was relatively tame; a prospect most wives would be thrilled at, but in my case, I'd hit a dead end. I could only pose with my legs spread apart so much, before it became boring.

I decided to try to find out how real life hookers kept their customers coming back. There was a hotel in the business district that had a reputation for being a place where women with tail for sale met with their money-tricks. The Aventeen was once a high end downtown hotel, but the surrounding neighborhood had gone into decline decades ago. The hotel never quite recovered as the surrounding area revived though gentrification and thus it existed by providing a comfortable place of the higher-end prostitutes to ply their trade. 

Wednesday afternoon was the perfect day for my field trip to the Aventeen. Dave would be working late, and I heard the middle of the week was a hotbed of working girl activity. In my dressed down jeans, I sat in a quiet corner of the formerly eloquent bar, nursing a series of iced teas. The place was an oak paneled relic of times gone by. The heavily upholstered booths were dated and in need of restoration, but given the lack of big-spending crowds; the prospect was unlikely.

I watched as women in tiny skirts and impractical heels sipped at Cosmopolitans until some man in a business suit sidled up next to them. Typically, they smiled, engaged in a brief conversation before disappearing from the bar for an hour and then returned alone for another Cosmo.

Interesting at first but I soon realized it told me nothing about their techniques during that unseen hour. However, one woman in particular caught my eye. She seemed somehow familiar. She was small, with dark hair cut into a bob style with bangs. She certainly didn't look like what I'd consider to be hustler, yet she seemed to have the most activity of any of the other women present that day. At last I realized, this was the same woman I'd seen in the adult toy store a few days before.

I decided to approach her when there was a lull in her agenda. I ordered a Cosmo at the bar and carried it over to her table. "Hi, I'm Penny. I think you helped me a few days ago. The rental of the Sybian?" I realized how weird an opening line this was.

She looked me over, without a word as if evaluating my threat versus money making potential. 

"Would you mind if I sat and talked to you for a few minutes. I promise I won't be a pest."

To my surprise, she laughed slightly and patted the spot next to her. "I don't take you for a cop; you stick out too much. To let you know, I don't do lesbo strolls. Nothing against it, it's just not my thing."

"No, I'm not looking for a trick. I'm kind of, well not exactly..." I felt silly trying to explain my interests. I hadn't thought out how to tell someone I was looking for advice on how to sell my ass to my own husband.

"I don't take you as competition, either. You'd have some notion of the cost of a Sybian if you were in the trade."

Trying as best I could to explain in a few dozen words my interest in limited prostitution all the while barely taking a breath, I gave a brief rundown of my activities. I figured I'd be immediately dismissed with laughter.

Instead, she looked me over more carefully and casually said, "Oh; you're what we in the trade call a Pro-tender. I've never met one before. My name's Quinn. I'm a good judge of character, and I get the feeling you'll make me money. Sure, I'll answer your questions."

I ordered us another round of the vodka drinks, and we chatted. I pressed for advice on how to keep things interesting for repeat customers. She had several suggestions of acts I'd never thought of. I must have looked crazy taking notes, but I wanted to make sure I got all the details.

I hesitated to inquire, but since she seemed ready to answer anything I could come up with, I asked, "What do you call your profession? Prostitute, hooker, working-girl, call-girl?" Without thinking of the negative connotations I added, "Whore?"

She laughed at my obvious discomfort at possibly insulting her. "I've been called all of those terms and more. I don't take offense at them. Among those of us in the trade, we use the term 'sex worker' or sometimes just 'worker'".

I wasn't that familiar with the term. It seemed to take some of the negative imagery out of it. "Sex worker it is."

"Are you serious about learning this game?"

I nodded my head.

"The only way to learn is to do it...or at least watch someone who knows how to do it. Are you up for watching?"

I thought about where this might go, but decided it would be a worthwhile risk. "Sure. I'd be willing to observe. Would I hide in a closet or something?"

"No, nothing like that, but you'll have to be willing to see some imitate action. Interested?"

"Yes."

Quinn looked around the bar and spotted a man sitting along in one of the booths. "Stay here and don't move. Just smile when I point to you."

Seconds later, she'd gone over to the man and began a conversation. He smiled and fixed his attention on her. Then, she pointed to me and he eyed me as if looking over a side of meat. I concentrated on sipping my drink and tried not to look as awkward as I felt. My heart was starting to beat more rapidly.

The two approached the table and she introduced him as Henry. "This is Penny. She's a novice. You know; just learning the ropes. She'll just be watching us."

He agreed to meet us in a room she'd rented in fifteen minutes and left the bar. Quinn and I headed to the fourth floor. "I've got a skirt your size that should fit. You look like you have nice legs. Be sure to show them to him. He's paying an extra hundred to have you watch us fuck. I knew you'd make me money."

"But I don't have to do anything else?"

"Not unless you want to and can negotiate your own price. I don't pander for anybody. I'm strictly an independent contractor. I set my own bookings. Got that?"

"Sure," I said nervously but not completely understanding the entire concept.

In the room, I tried on a mid-length skirt with a slit up the side. The fit was tight, but the material hugged my curves. I sat in a red velvet chair and crossed my legs as the slit slide opened and put my legs on display.

"Yeah, you do have nice legs. You could do very well for yourself, if you ever decide to branch out."

A knock on the door disrupted our conversation, and I caught my breath. Quinn opened the door and greeted Henry, who also acknowledged me.

Quinn removed her own clothes and helped Henry with his. I remained clothed and silent. Quinn, while short in stature, had a slender body, and I saw her appeal. She bent down and began sucking her customer's cock. She managed to work his balls with one hand, while rubbing the cheeks of his ass with the other. Henry was an older man with pepper grey hair and a thin face that betrayed the lines of his years. His penis rose quickly with her technique. 

I've sucked a few cocks before meeting Dave and have performed oral on him hundreds of times, so I'd say I'm experienced. I considered myself to have some talent, but nothing close to Quinn's technique. She was an artist in the way she cleanly worked the shaft while simultaneously manipulating the sacrum. Her client was hard as a rock and in a trance from her attention. 

Periodically, he observed my crossed legs, which I wiggled slightly for his further enjoyment. He smiled broadly as Quinn slurped away, and he ogled me watching them go at it.

"You're ready for the main event, Henry?"

"Yeah, I can't wait to get into you."

She lay back on the bed, and he moved on top of her. Her legs spread widely apart as he entered her. As he began to pump her, her legs wrapped around him. Her red toenails waved in time with his recurring movements. Somehow, this all felt normal; even comfortable being here. Periodically, Henry glanced in my direction.

"Penny, how would you like to earn a hundred?" he asked.

"I can't have sex today."

"No, I want you to lash me with that horsehair whip hanging on the door knob," Henry said in between breaths as he pounded away at Quinn.

I turned to seeing a long-handled item with strands of course beige hair attached. Quinn remained silent, but looked at me as her firm boobs bounced to the motion of her being pumped, as if to convey the message that it was up to me to decide.

For a brief moment, I mentally debated the morality of actually accepting money to enhance a stranger's sexual gratification. My internal dilemma was quickly settled when I realized I was in a room with a woman being fucked for a few hundred dollars. Whipping him would be the least outrageous thing happening.

I took the implement in hand and let it flail his bottom just as his ass rose up. 

Henry winced and shouted, "Yes, harder, please."

I brought the whip down once more, this time with more force and a flick of my wrist. The end of the hair made a snapping sound as it connected with the flesh of his buttocks. It left a small red streak where it met the skin.

"Yes, that's it, Ms. Penny. Tell me what a bad boy I am. I'm an unfaithful husband, that sort of thing."

Once more, I drove the lash across his rear. "You are a pig. You don't deserve your wife. She's been nothing but faithful to you, and here you are whoring around. You should be ashamed of yourself you fucking cheating bastard."

He shouted out, "Oh, yes; that's it. I'm cuming. I'm a whore monger. Yes."

I bit down on my lower lip. I was starting to come myself. Here I was getting paid to be a part of a sex act. My upbringing said I should be ashamed of my participation; I was anything but. I was enthralled and cuming without touching myself. I hoped my climax went unnoticed.

He collapsed on top of Quinn a short time later and rolled over onto the bed beside her. His penis was rapidly losing its rigidity. He stood and began to dress, while Quinn did the same.

"That was wonderful, he said as he handed me a pair of crisp fifties. You have talent." He handed me a card with a phone number on it. "When you can have sex, give me a call." He winked and playfully slapped me on the ass.

He left us a short time later and Quinn said, "Henry is one of the more normal fares. He likes a bit of kink, but nothing too wild."

I looked at the money in my hand and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I tried to hand the bills to Quinn. "This should be yours. I was just supposed to watch."

She laughed but refused to take the cash. "Let me guess; you are lapsed Catholic. Only a Catholic would have enough ingrained guilt to try to give away the wages from their sins, and you have to be lapsed to have been here in the first place."

My face blushed. She'd nailed me.

"Tell you what, I'm knocking off for the rest of the day anyway. You can penance off some of your guilt by buying me dinner with your earnings. Ask any questions you want. It might be fun telling you about my life."

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 5 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 06



Paying the Parking Rate

The bar served a decent shrimp dinner, and Quinn appeared to enjoy my company. She was especially amused by the stories of my tricks with my husband. "You're man is a total freak, but then they all are," she said in-between laughter. "Don't get me wrong, my best customers are all freaks; I love those kind of men. They make me money."

"Speaking of that kind of thing, I'd love to know how to give a head like you."

"Ah, you saw the look on Henry's face when I was sucking his cock." She leaned in close and lowered her voice. "The secret is that your mouth isn't what gets them off."

"What do you mean? That's why they call it a blowjob." 

"That's what men think. They see you putting their cock in your mouth and it's a dominance thing. Subliminally, they believe we're submitting to them. The mistake most women make is to try to shove as much of the penis in their mouth as possible and wind up gagging on it by deep throating. It looks good in porno videos, doesn't it? However, the real stimulation is what you do with your hands. Cup the balls and work the shaft. The mouth is just a place to hold the cock. The magic is to make the man think he's in control, when it's really the woman that's running everything."

I thought back to how she brought Henry to attention. She barely had the tip of his rod past her lips.

"He'd swear I'd taken in every inch of it. It isn't necessary and rubbing his balls is far more stimulating."

"So you controlled the entire thing?"

"Men love to believe they're the ones in control. That's why so many politicians spent their time trying to tell women what we can and can't do with our own bodies."

"You really believe it's all a dominance thing?"

"I worked in the state capital for two years. The traditional value party guys would draft laws to protect the public from people like me during the day, yet they're the biggest freaks of all. I fucked so many of those wingnut hypocrites. I made sure to charge them double, too." 

"You've been doing this a long time?"

"Since I was eighteen. So, it's been nine years. I retire in another five. I only work four days a week, and I pull in two hundred K a year. I pay tax though a dummy corporation and even have an IRA earning pretty good interest."

My eyes betrayed me when they inadvertently got larger. Dave worked his ass off and wasn't pulling in that much. "And you like what you do?"

"I tried an office job once. I thought the boredom would kill me. I love what I do. I have sex several times a day. I usually don't get off with the pipers, but it's not unpleasant. I don't have a pimp or madam. I work for myself."

She looked me directly in the eyes and said in a serious tone. "That's what I liked about you. You showed initiative today. With a bit of chutzpah in this business, you can avoid the pitfalls and do well. Not that I'm looking for more competition, mind you."

I was almost sorry that our time was up. Dave would be home in another hour. I stood to leave and thanked her for speaking to me. I had a bunch of new ideas from things she'd told me about her own adventures. Still, something stopped me. "Could we get together again? I really enjoy your company."

I was speaking the truth. I didn't have any real female friends. The married woman in my sphere had kids or were about to. The single girls, had nothing in common with me anymore. Since I didn't work, there were no women business associates. I felt a connection with Quinn that I didn't with anyone else. I wanted her as a friend.

She smiled. I'm sure it amused her that a Pro-tender like me wanted to hang with a dedicated professional sex worker like her. "Sure, I'm off on Tuesday. I usually go to a nude beach to chill. You want to join me? You can tell me how your weekend went with your solo patron."

She handed me a business card. It had her cell number and the name of her company, Quinn's Personal Fitness. She laughed, "I do help keep my clients in rock hard shape."

I arrived home just before Dave. He was clueless about my day's adventures, although he was surprised when I was the one that instigated sex that night; even more so, when I insisted on him going down on him twice. He would have become very suspicious had he known I masturbated for an hour after he fell asleep. 

~ ~ ~

By Friday night, I had a wild evening mapped out for Penny. She met Dave at the customary motel room. By now, I was getting a discount rate that made it cheaper to rent for a full week at a time. He knocked on the door and expected to come inside once I opened it.

"Sorry, Baby. You're taking me out tonight. They're bug bombing the room," I lied.

"Do you want to go to my house?"

"Nah, I have a better place in mind."

I hopped into the passenger seat of his two-seater sports car. This will be a challenge of my flexibility, I thought as I looked over the interior.

I directed him to a parking structure miles away. The building was down near the airport, but was the farthest away of all the others. It didn't do nearly the business the rest did, but then the owners had other ways of making their money.

We drove to a booth, and Dave stopped the car at a barrier gate. The attendant, a man in a navy blue watch cap and bulky olive-drab cloth jacket, looked us over. I had on a short skirt and basket weave heels with a tie up the front leather vest that gave ample viability to my cleavage and side boob. He said, "Top level, that'll be fifty for two hours."

Dave went on about how weird it seemed to pay going into a parking garage and then how the place was ridiculously expensive. He really was completely clueless sometimes; I thought to myself. Nobody parking on the top level was going to the airport. There was an entirely different kind of flying we'd be doing.

The place was poorly lit with failing fluoresce tubes, half of which had burned out long ago, as the tires screeched around the hairpin corners up five levels. At the fifth level we reached another barrier armature. Dave inserted the ticket the attendant has provided and we drove through after the gate had risen. The section was even darker that the rest of the structure. Most spaces were empty, but a few isolated cars and trucks sat in various spaces widely apart from one another. Most were completely dark inside, but I could see several contain two occupants.

At my direction, Dave pulled into a space near a corner. There was some illumination coming mostly from the street light outside. Dave had managed to figure what we were up to at this point. Although I didn't believe he knew the full extent of this situation.

"Pull you pants down," I instructed.

"Couldn't I just unzip?"

"I want full access. It'll be worth your while."

My date's pants and briefs went down to the floor board. He sat uncomfortably bare assed on his fine grain leather seat. I lowered my head and flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue. I worked it around the groove of his knob and then worked it just an inch into my mouth. My hands moved to cup his nutsack and periodically worked at his cock. Sure enough, Dave had lost any sense of awkwardness and sat grinning from ear to ear as I slurped away. My left hand moved between his legs, and I rubbed his thighs. His cock became like a steel pole. I could tell he was ready for the next step. I sat up and looked around at the vehicles nearby.

From a white full-sized pickup, I noticed someone periodically taking a puff of a cigarette or joint, as its small red glow exposed a single male staring in our direction.

"You're ready to fuck me now."

"I don't think it's possible in this car. It's too small. We should have taken yours."

"Who said anything about screwing in your car?" I open my door and stepped out. I had to motion the trick to do the same.

I bent over the rear trunk and placed my hands on the lid, elevating my hips to expose my bare ass. "Came on, Babe, get it while I'm hot."

He seemed hesitant. 

"Oh, come on. I won't get dents on your trunk. Kick your trousers off and fuck me." My skirt rode up to farther expose my bare butt.

After looking around, my piper, pulled his pants off and tossed them into his car. His stiff man meat found its way into my juicy puss and he began to work me over. The entire rear of the car rocked from our motion.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized the white truck was not our only observer. Two midsized coupes had the driver's side windows opened, and I could see each driver with their heads turned in our direction. One had his arm down below the dashboard and was obviously masturbating furiously. 

As Dave began to hammer away as my sluttish snatch, I looked up to see several of the in-house security cameras had moved to point in our direction. The attendant in the watch cap was apparently getting an eyeful, too.

My client grabbed at the cheeks of my ass and came with a loud grunt. He drained his jizz into me and then went to retrieve his pants from the car.

I pulled my skirt down, but not enough to prevent the bottom portion of my whorish tushy from being exposed. I walked in a slow deliberate pattern, crossing my legs as much as possible as I returned to the car. Since the voyeurs had paid twice as much as Dave to park here, I wanted them to get their money's worth tonight.

My poor naïve trick had no idea we'd been closely observed and scrutinized. I decided not to tell him. He'd gotten heavily off on our semipublic sex scene. I wasn't sure knowing we'd been watched would have further enhanced his enjoyment. It certainly had increased my thrill for the evening.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 6 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 07



Where the Streets Have Names

The sunlight lovingly caressed my breasts as I removed the top of my bikini. Quinn was already completely naked and laying on top of a towel, having quickly shed her tee-shirt and shorts. This wasn't my first-time topless on a beach. Dave and I honeymooned in the south of France, and I'd gone native for a week. Quinn had a complete tan without a single disruptive line on her nearly flawless olive toned skin. My own breast betrayed their lack of exposure by being two shades paler than my face.

Looking around, there were other people soaking up the sunshine, almost all completely naked. I felt overdressed even in the tiny bikini bottom I still had on. I slipped it down my legs and past my feet. I laid on my back and spread my legs a few inches apart. This was my pubic mound's first acquaintance with the soothing rays of the sun. It felt sensual and inviting.

Quinn, also lying spread eagle on her back pointed to my toe nails. We had by pure coincidence exactly the same shade of red nail polish. We giggled at the odd chance that we shared certain things like that in common.

"How did your date with Dave go in the parking garage?"

"Oh, you mean my turn with my meal ticket?" 

She laughed at my clumsy attempt to use the lingo of the trade.

"Dave talked about the BJ all the way back to the motel. He said it was the best he'd ever experienced. And it was so easy for me."

She grinned. "You took control. Way to go. Did he get into the watchers?"

"I didn't tell him about those. I sure did. I've been fantasizing about it every time I get fucked now. When we left the attendant was totally leering at me."

"I've been there a couple of dozen times. Some of my tricks get off on other people watching. One guy called it - performance art."

A few men walked by as we chatted away. Some ogled us, but none tried to hit on either of us. "That's what I like about nude beaches, Quinn said. "Everybody's naked and the weirdoes stay away. I can lay here nude all day, and no guys bother me. I put on a swimsuit and go three miles south and I get hit on at least once an hour. I imagine it must be even more for you."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"You know you look like that chick. That pretty blonde on the show about the three nerds. Guys have got to be all over you just for that alone. You even use the character's name for your professional alias."

Quinn wasn't the first to say I looked like a celebrity. I didn't really see it, but I've always been overly critical about my looks. "You might be surprised. I get my share of attention, but I must give off a married woman vibe."

"When has that ever stopped some dude from hitting on a woman?"

My curiosity got the better of me. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I realized immediately; we may not know each other well enough for me to ask. 

Quinn seemed unfazed. "Not at the moment. I have periodically, but it's difficult." She waited to see if I'd ask the next obvious question. I was afraid to verbalize it. 

She answered anyway. "Some men know what I do. It's a problem when they suddenly decide they can't handle it. It's worse when they like me doing it. Oddly, more men like me fucking other guys for money, than not. As I say, most men are freaks. It's a whole Freudian thing that usually gets complicated."

"What if they don't know?"

"That has its pitfalls, too. There's the obvious deception and explaining the odd hours is difficult. It's hard to find the right balance. When I retire from the business, I'll get a steady guy. Maybe one that isn't all that much into sex."

"There are guys like that?" We both laughed and enjoyed the warmth on our naked bodies.

~ ~ ~

It turned out Dave managed to come up with an idea for our next date. It grew out of the parking garage scenario. I wasn't all that wild about it when he described his plan, but he insisted we try it. 

Quinn would have hated the concept. She despised streetwalkers and everything that goes with them. She could go on and on about pimps, white slavery, lack of free will and a variety of other social ills. I never mentioned Dave's plan to her. Even though I was just going to be pretending at street hustling, she'd have tried to talk me out of it. Maybe I should have brought it up.

In theory the plan was simple. There was a section of the city, mostly centered around Broadway, that was known for the late-night activities of street walkers. Dave would drop me off, dressed like one. I'd walk a block west while he circled back. He'd solicite me, and I'd lean up to the car to negotiate my price. After that, I'd hop into the passenger side, we'd find a secluded spot, and I'd provide him with a blowjob that he'd been so taken by. The entire thing should have taken less than a half hour. I'm sure many others have run this pretend sequence successfully with satisfactory results.

Did I mention, I hated the idea? At night, this section of Broadway was seedy and filled with undesirables. When we arrived, the streets were bustling with activity. Dozens of strip clubs, adult book stores, all-night tattoo studios and dive bars lined the wide sidewalks; all with garish neon or ugly backlit signage, advertised their assorted nighttime attractions. Skivvy looking men and a few women milled around aimlessly outside.

A night club at the corner, had a queue of couples behind crimson red velvet ropes waiting to qualify for admittance, as its loud urban music radiated from the open door and drowned out the silence of our vehicle as I looked for a secure location to disembark. In my short black moleskin skirt and backless blouse, I was actually overdressed compared to some of the women standing in the line. Dave suggested this might be a good spot. "Safety in numbers."

"No, I don't want a crowd watching as I proposition a John." I was ready to pack it in for the evening.

My client turned a corner and headed down a side street. The area was quiet, and a small neighborhood bar stood out with a well illuminated front window. A few patrons sat on bar stools, ignoring the rest of the world. 

"Alright, this might work." I was eager to have this setup over with.

He let me off at the corner, and I slowly sauntered back toward the bar. It should take three-minutes tops, for him to drive around the block. I looked repeatedly at my watch as the seconds seemed to tick unhurriedly by.

I'd almost reached the doorway of the bar, when a woman in hot pink stretch tights pants, and a shimmering top stepped out from a dark corner. "Hey, bitch, what the fucking hell do ya think you're doing?" She was beyond angry. "This is my block. Go peddle you goods elsewhere."

I was stunned and frightened. My mind raced to adjust to the circumstance. "I... I'm going into the bar."

"No, you ain't, you lying cunt." Her frizzy blonde hair and numerous forearm tattoos made her seem all the more unbalanced and threatening. "That's a gay bar and you're no tranny. Get your ass on out of here."

I moved as fast as possible down the side street toward the bright lights of Broadway. I looked over my shoulder half way down the block to see that she was standing on the corner, hands on hips, watching my departure.

By the time I found my way back to the main drag, my phone rang. 

"Where the hell are you?" Dave asked as soon as I answered.

I explained the reason for my sudden retreat from our planned meeting spot and then looked down the street, "I have a bigger problem now," I reported.

On the block ahead I saw a line of parked police cars, all with their red roof lights flashing. Blue uniformed men, had a number of scantily-clad women leaning against their cruisers, locked in handcuffs. Even to me, this was an obvious prostitution sweep. I turned in the opposite direction and walked as fast as I could manage in my stiletto heels. The clicking of my shoes increased as I hastened my pace.

"Where are you going? I can try to pick you up."

"I have no idea. Just away from the cops. I don't want to finish off the night in jail." I was scared and pissed. I knew this was a bad idea.

A beam of light flashed behind me, but didn't directly betray my presence as I moved along; my heart thumping uncontrollably. I remained in the shadows as two more police cars ran in the opposite direct from my bearing with their lights glaring. 

I turned another corner and saw the doorway to an apartment building directly ahead. The glass door was held open by a tall man and a number of fellow tartishly dressed women casually waited to enter. I took my chances and joined the small crowd, hoping they wouldn't notice I wasn't part of the group.

I was the last to enter before the door was closed. "You were almost late," an older woman said to me. She wasn't dressed like the others. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt. She ushered me into an apartment on the next level reached by a flight of stairs. She looked to me to be in her forties, wore minimal makeup and had her dark hair pulled back. "You're new here, so I'll explain our operation." She dead bolted the door behind us.

My mind began to envision the situation I'd just walked into. Having no idea what one would look like, I guessed the worse - bordello. I looked for a method of escape.

As we walked down a hallway, I noticed a number of rooms, all having been divided into small cubical. Computers, laptops and monitors seemed to be everywhere and other than the man that lets me into the building, everyone else here were women. If this was a brothel, it didn't add up.

The woman introduced herself as Gina and pointed to one of the cubicles and bade me to enter. A webcam sat on a stand, but its indicator light was off. By a sofa covered with sheets, was a small table with a laptop, with its lip opened.

"Is your typing good? You shouldn't have to do a lot of it. Mainly, you read what your mark wants you to do. You try to keep them as happy and online for as long as possible. Questions?"

A had a lot of questions. This had to be one of those online sex chat places. When I was hunting around the internet for ideas, nearly every porn site I accessed would pop up with an annoying browser companion for me to converse with. Typically, some hot young chick telling me how sexual she could get. The exit button got rid of them quickly. I never thought of them as real people. Now I was on the other side of the web.

"Did you see the cops a few blocks down? They were arresting a lot of girls."

She looked at me harshly, as if to say she didn't give a shit about how some other segment of society's business was going. "Not to worry. Tom, the man who let you in is our security. He has a van and can drop you off where you live at the end of your shift. The cops have been clearing out the area for a while. As long as you don't leave before he's ready, you'll be fine."

She purposely eyed the way I was dressed. The message was clear. Leave and get pinched or work the night here.

"How long's my shift?"

"Four hours and your pay is based on how long you keep your marks paying."

I wanted to ask if nudity was required. I had no idea how this worked, but I didn't want her to know I'd just come in here to beat the heat. I asked, "Anything, I shouldn't be doing?"

She laughed sarcastically. "Anything goes as long as you don't set up a meeting with one of the marks. We aren't running an escort service, honey. Do that on your own time, if that's your thing. Other than that get as freaky as you need to keep the meter running."

I learned the meter ran at $2.95 a minute. This looked to be an expensive evening for Dave.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 7 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 08



The Other Side of the Internet

A series of texts flew back and forth between Dave and me, before he figured out how to access my web channel via his cellular and then more time went by while he set up an account with We B Hot Chixxx Online. The light on my webcam let me know I was being acquisitioned.

"Is that you, Dave?"

"Yes," he typed slowly from the tiny virtual keyboard of his phone. "Where R U now?"

I explained, in a nutshell, how I came to an online sex show.

"Do U want to get naked 4 me?"

I blew my cool. This wasn't funny. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. It's be here or take a chance on getting busted. It's all your fault. I never should have allowed you to figure out an idea." For good measure, I flashed my middle finger at the camera.

Someone from the next cubicle pounded on the wall. "Keep it down, I'm online too."

I took a few deep breaths and lowered my voice. "I don't know the address of the place, and it's locked up anyway. I'll have to be have for four hours, before I can get a ride back to the motel."

"I B Sorry."

"I am, too. I never expected this. You'll need to stay online for a while. I don't want to have other marks accessing my channel."

"U'd have 2 get naked 4 them?"

"More than likely."

"$2.95 a minute. Why not 4 me?"

"You're unbelievable. Is that all you want is sex?"

"U could put on puppet show 4 next 4 hrs. ;-)"

The absurdity of the situation and Dave's joke made me laugh. He was right, even though I was out of my comfort zone, I was safe and we just needed to kill time. I began to act as if doing a performance for him was a big imposition, "Well, I guess if it's what you really want." I reached behind my neck and undid the clasp of my top. It dropped down to expose by tanned breasts. 

"WOW!"

"You like these? They are nice and firm. And so tanned." I rubbed my tits, gently pinching the nipples.

"No tan lines. How?"

So far, I hadn't told Dave about my nude beach excursions with Quinn or for that matter, even mentioned my new friend.

"I've been doing some sunbathing on a nice beach. In the nude." I pulled down the back of my skirt and panties to show him I didn't have any tan lines there either. "I have a full perfect tan now. You haven't noticed because you're so busy trying to get me to suck your cock."

"Nice. Private beach?"

I removed my skirt entirely and turned away from the camera. I exposed my sun bronzed ass to him, using both hands to rub it.

"No, just hard to access. A lot of people go. Mostly women during the week, but a few men are there, too. Do you object? Should I stop going?"

"NO! U should go more. Do men look?

"They look, but that's it. But, I do give them a good long look." I dropped my panties to the floor and began to face the camera, so he could enjoy the totality of my suntan.

"O yeah. U go by yourself?"

I stood there for a minute without saying anything as if I was carefully considering my answer. I kept caressing my body. I've always thought of myself a slightly chunky at 115 pounds. I suppose like most women; I've allowed myself to ingrain a poor body image into my psyche. Right then, I felt really sexy as I displayed my attributes over the web.

"No, I go with a friend. Her name's Quinn. We both get naked...together. She puts the sunblock on my back. And my ass. And my legs. She's very good at it."

"DAMN!!"

I was getting into teasing him. I could just picture him tightly holding the phone, parked on the side of the road and not able to do a fucking thing about it. "She's teaching me lots of things."

It took him some time to type back. I'm sure he was making lots of typos. "Such as???"

I turned my back to him once more, bent over to provide a nice view of my ass and VJ from the rear. "How do you think I found out about the parking garage? Quinn told me."

His hands were obviously trembling. Dave typed back, "How do Q Kno?"

I turned to facing the camera. I rubbed my breasts again, but this time ran my hand over my belly and continued on to my cootch; which was wet and begging for action. I inserted a finger and then added another. "She works as a hooker. She's teaching me about how she applies her trade. She's been very helpful."

"SHIT! Blu balls. Bad. Got to drive to motel. Relieve. Keep talking."

I didn't go into all the explicit details of my dealings with Quinn. I mostly related things she'd revealed about her profession. I'd come to the conclusion Dave had a fascination with working girls, and that is the main reason I agreed to play the role of one. Better he paid me for illicit sex, than pay a real hooker.

For the next half hour, at $2.95 a minute, I told him stories she'd related to me. Since he was driving my car, I hoped he could keep it on the road.

I could tell he'd reached the motel, when he logged off and then back on a couple minutes later, on the laptop I had there.

"I've never been so turned on. Gotta jerkoff. Let's JO together. How'd you meet this hooker?"

I explained about the Sybian and then how I encountered her at a downtown hotel. I left out the part about her fucking a money-trick in front of me, and the part I'd played. 

"So hot 4 U, babe. I bet she could set U up. ;-) Just fantasizing. LOL"

I hesitated momentarily, trying to evaluate what he'd just typed. I decided to take it as just him getting his rocks off. "Sure, she could, but I only need one beef-burger and that's you, Baby."

He stopped typing and I could tell he was cuming. My own hot clit shot a magical mix of pure agony and elation through my groin. I felt so nasty. I wanted to be a complete slut as the pleasure flowed through me. It felt utterly intoxicating having sex with this unseen mark.

Dave stayed online for another hour. It would have been cheaper for him to have fucked me in real life, even in my classiest persona, by my rough calculation. I wondered how much I'd get to keep from the house's take.

"I'll be OK. I'm feeling confident with this situation now. You can sign off. I'll meet you back at the motel, Babe." There still was nearly two hours to go. 

"You may need to get naked for other marks," Dave typed. "It's OK, if you have to. Better than getting arrested." I could tell he was only half joking as he logged off. At least I knew he wouldn't be upset if I did.

After getting dressed, I left my cubicle and went to the break room for a soda. My mouth was dry and I needed a break. Gina, the house manager, spotted me and followed as I sat at a Formica topped kitchen table. "Nice job. Two hours, eight minutes all on one mark."

Gina apparently could keep track of the time us girls spent online with our marks on her monitor.

"Thanks, he really got into a nice wet fantasy with me. Dude was a real prev."

"They all are. It never ceases to amaze me what men are willing pay for."

I sipped at my cool drink. My motor had been running for two hours and I felt overheated.

Gina sat in one of the other vinyl and chrome metal chairs. "Say, would you like a change of pace? I know how boring it can get bringing off these guys."

"If I could keep my clothes on, sure."

"What you have on is perfect. You'd just need to referee."

We went to the back of the suite. There was a large room with padded mats covering most of the floor. Gina explained, "We also do hot oil wrestling matches online. It's a site specialty; a real cash cow. For tonight, you'd be ref. Mainly, you squirt the oil on the girls, tell them to break it up if things get too heated and declare a winner. They know what to do. You can learn it by watching. I'm sure you'd be very popular."

The evening was turning into something different than I've ever envisioned. At least, this would be another story I was sure Dave would enjoy.

The camera light came on, and I stood alone in the center of the floor. A bell rang, and two topless women entered from different doors. One, a big-breasted redhead, wore blue panties and a matching colored headband. The other was slightly shorter, brunette and in crimson panties, with her hair held back in a ponytail with a red scrunchy. They glared silently at one another, scarcely noticing me.

I'd been given a large bottle of diluted mineral oil. It felt warm in my hand. I pointed the nozzle at the redhead and squirted a generous portion onto her bare tits. She turned as the jet of lubricant washed over her body. Her slender figure glistened as it oozed down her legs and firm thighs. 

The rest of the contents of the bottle was applied to the woman in the red panties. She made a show before the camera of rubbing her slippery boobs and then made a smack remark to her opponent with a growl, "I gonna fuck this bitch over good." I had to admire the way she played to the camera.

"And go at it Ladies," I shouted.

The two locked into a tight embrace, but immediately slid off each other. I stepped back to avoid the puddle of oil that they'd left. I'd wisely elected to remove my spike heeled shoes.

The two began to roll on the floor as each tore away at the other's panties. From what I'd gathered, the first one to be stripped naked and have fingers jammed into their slick cunt, was the loser, but that wasn't really the point of the contest. The marks were paying to see two hot chicks rolling over each other and tonight; they were getting their money's worth.

Both of the ladies had tight muscular bodies and worked at sliding over each other as the oil embedded itself way into their supple flesh. I had to admit; my own twat was starting to tingle watching those two go at it, as they hurled threats of bodily injury at each other.

The redhead's panties were ripped from her body as she rolled onto the mat on her stomach. She cried out in mock pain and then cursed loudly, as she battled her opponent's hand from entering her juicy slit. The two stood and locked up again.

This time the redhead's fingers pulled at the brunette's hair. The hair scrunchy flew off and her wavy dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could see the redhead's legs had moved apart, and she'd left herself vulnerable to finger penetration. Instead of going for the obvious win, the brunette grabbed a chunk of auburn locks and began to pull.

"Hey, you sluts break it up." I ran in to separate them. I'd gotten too involved with the drama of the match, and my feet slipped out from under me. I landed flat on my back as the two stood grinning down at me like weasels.

Within seconds, my top had been pulled off and my panties removed. One remarked about how my pussy had become sopping wet and even as I tried to pull my legs back together, I felt both of their fingers enter my cunt. I went with the show and moaned in sluttish delight as I had my very first lesbian encounter in front on an anonymous Internet audience.

The two wrestlers continued to pump away at my eager pussy, as I shamelessly arched my hips and pleaded for them not to stop. They both glanced at me with a slight sense of shock when they realized I wasn't acting. The bell rang, and two other impromptu referees ran to rescue me.

I'm not sure, what the house made from my services that evening, but on the van ride back to the motel, I counted two hundred dollars. I decided not to tell Dave everything about my adventures, but would portion it out when it suited me. 

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 8 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 09



TENS to the Nines

Just offshore a man hunched over a longboard. From the position of the sun, we could just make out his form, but his back was twisted in such a manner as to maintain his balance. We both watched as he connected with a wave, rose into its grasp and came to direct his stick down its steep ever varying slope. As he approached the beach, I saw that he had long unruly blonde hair randomly arranged by the sultry breeze. It was then that I realized; like us, the surfer was completely naked.

"Do you know him?"

"Not by name, but I've watched him hang eleven here many times," said Quinn as she raised her mirrored sunglasses up her nose to again cover her eyes. "Just another reason I love this beach. It has the best scenery."

The nameless Adonis rider had a respectable unit and the kind of hard muscular body I've always found sexy. I rolled over onto my belly and asked, "Would you fuck him?"

"Sure, I'd even give him a discount." She waited three beats to see my reaction. "Oh, you mean for fun? Yeah, sure, if he bought me a nice dinner and worked hard to seduce me with his clever words, but that's just a bigger discount, isn't it?"

I looked up at her face. I couldn't tell if she was joking, since her eyes were obscured behind the shades. "So, you're saying all seduction is just another form of prostitution?"

"Suppose you weren't married and liked this guy. He takes you out to a really nice dinner, dancing and spends the night telling you how you are the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on and doesn't make it sound like bullshit. At the end of the night, might you be willing to go down on his futon?"

"I always had certain rules."

She stopped me in mid-twaddle. "We all have rules and broken them when it seems convenient. Would you fuck him that night?"

"OK. I might have sex with him. But that's not selling myself. I'd be having the sex because I wanted to."

"Alright, we've established that. Now suppose, he just walks up to you on this beach, introduced himself and has a really good line of conversation. Would you then?"

"No, I highly doubt it."

"Think about it. The only difference is that he bought you dinner - as if the sex was prepaid. It's just society's way of getting around the thin veneer of what prostitution is."

"So, if I fuck him after dinner, I'm a whore, but if he screws me after he talks to me on the beach, I merely a slut. Those are the only choices I have?"

"Well, you don't have to have sex with him at all, but that's no fun either. I'm just saying most sex is transactional."

Quinn mentioned that she'd once studied as a Psychology major. I thought I saw holes in her argument. "I disagree. How about between husband and wife?" 

She laughed out loud. "Marriage; the ultimate game of prostitution. You have sex with Dave all the time, right?"

"Yeah, but we're married. It's a mutual act of love between us."

"And suppose he came home one night and said he was done supporting you. You had to move out of the house, earn money elsewhere and leave all the stuff he'd given you. Would you still continue to have sex with him?"

"No, but it's because our marriage would be over."

"Why? Don't you enjoy the sex with him? Just because you enjoy the transaction, doesn't mean that it isn't still a form of sexual commerce."

We debated the difference between prostitution and conventional sex for another hour. In the end I wasn't entirely convinced I had been performing acts of prostitution for years, but by the time we left the beach, I had a different perspective of things. Maybe Quinn wasn't all that different, or maybe I wasn't all that much different from her. 

~ ~ ~

All during the week, Dave had pestered me to detail what happened at the online chat place after he logged off. I told him in my Stella mode, I had no idea what he was talking about; I was at a friend's house on Saturday night. "You aren't chatting online with some slut are you? Do you know how much that would piss me off," I said convincingly. He was simply going to have to wait and get the information from Penny.

In truth, Gina the manager of the online porn house, wanted me to come back as soon as possible. She loved my work ethic. I told her, I'd consider it and let her know. While I had no conscious intention of returning, I don't know why I felt the need to keep my options open.

By Friday, Penny got a text from her favorite money-trick. "Can't wait to see you. 8 PM?"

I texted back, "Sure, Baby. Lot to tell you. B Ready 4 special evening. Lots to make up to U."

A 6:30 I said I was going out to see a movie. Dave didn't bother asking what feature I had in mind. I headed to the motel and started to get ready. 

Quinn told me about a device that some of her clients enjoyed. It is called Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation or TENS for short. Simple and inexpensive, it's basically an electrical device that can send mild pulses of current through electrodes attached to the skin, usually used for pain relief of the nerves. When applied to a man's genitals, it produces an intensively stimulating sensation. The one I'd purchase from a medical supply company had up and down arrow buttons to regulate the electric intensity.

To add to my fare's experience, I also bought a sexy nurse costume. Its crisp white blouse strained to contain my boobs, since I'd only bothered with the bottom two buttons. The tiny white skirt, hugged my ass, and I decided on a pair of bright-red platform heels, that matched the color of the cross emblem emblazoned on the old-fashioned nurse's cap. No hospital in the country would have mistaken me for a real nurse, but the symbolism would be clear to my evening's patient.

Dave looked pleasantly surprised when I greeted him at the door; his eyes lingering on my long legs encased in white stockings. 

"Good evening, sir. I'm to prep you for tonight's procedure." I'd set up a small massage table near the foot of the bed and placed a thick white towel over it. At my instruction, he removed his clothing and laid face up on the table.

From my kit, I removed a battery-powered electric razor. "For your treatment, I'll need to shave the affected area." 

Dave, like most men his age, performed a regular ritual of manscaping, which I appreciated. Still, he'd never completely shaved his genital region. When he realized what I had in mind, he childishly cupped his hands over his prized possessions.

With the razor held aloft in my right hand, I said, "Come on, Baby. I won't nick you, and I promise; it will grow back quickly." I even showed him how smooth by own box has always been for his enjoyment.

He continued to be reluctant. 

There were other ways to ease his reluctance. "It turned out; I didn't have to entertain a new mark online after you signed off. Instead, I officiated a wrestling match between two naked women."

I had his attention and described how I'd doused them with oil and encouraged the two to go at each other. Dave's cock peeked out from under the palm of his hands. He then used his right hand to reach under my skirt and began to rub my crotch through my tiny white panties that scarcely covered little more that my bald slit. He noticed my juices trickling onto his fingers.

"Just be careful around my nuts. They're very sensitive."

I had some ice set aside for just that purpose, and I gently used it to contract the sack. Within minutes, the buzzing trimmer removed all but a fine stubble. I applied a warm foam cream over his mound and then used a plastic handled dual blade to finish him off. With his erection and lack of pubic hair, he looked frighteningly enormous. A small stream of the liquid from my own pussy began to run down my leg and left a wet trail on the stockings I was wearing. 

As I continued my story, I could tell he was near his breaking point. "I was supposed to get naked. I was a bit shy about being displayed who knows what across the internet, but I slipped on the mat and both women tore my clothes off. The redhead had her hand jammed into my cunt before I knew what had happen. I wound up cuming and made an utter fool of myself. I can be such a slut sometimes."

"You came from another woman?"

"Two actually. They both, finger fucked me. I'm a complete tramp, aren't I?"

His cock began to leak from its tip. "Yes, you are a wonderful skank."

"It must be nice to have a loyal wife like Stella. I'm sure she'd never do anything so brazen."

Like me, he was beginning to think of Stella and Penny as two entirely separate individuals. "Stella's great. You are, too. Just for different reasons."

"How will you explain you're shaved cock to Stella?"

"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it."

I began to apply the electrodes to his balls and on his barren pubic mound. "Why don't you take her doggy style for the next couple of weeks?" This was the first time I'd staged directed encounters for my alter ego; somehow it thrilled me. "Fuck her hard in the ass and make her bark like a dog until she pleases you."

I pressed the power button and applied a few jolts of the electricity. His member actually began to involuntarily pulse in time with the TENS device.

His eyes closed, and he went into a trance-like state as the pleasure of the nerve stimulation swept over him. As I turned up the power, he began to arch his back and sigh in utter delighted surrender. By the fifth pulse, he erupted in a spout of white goo that flew over his shaved groin and landed as far away as his chest. I was unable to contain my thirst and slurped up most of it with my tongue.

As he recovered his senses, he commanded, "Get every drop, you cheap tart. I don't want Stella to see even a hint of my sperm on my body."

He need not have given me those directions; I was already intent on consuming every bit of his spunk.

The patient spent the next several hours undergoing repeated treatment sessions, as his stiffness continued to return. The TENS worked perfectly at relieving his heavy load of pent-up ejaculant. Since I never had to touch his stiff member, it make it far easier for him to cum repeatedly. 

He brought me off several times by inserting his fingers into my dexterous poontang, just like I described being banged by the two women wrestlers. By the end of our therapy session, my belly was filled with his semen, and we were both drained sexually.

It was only after he left that I realized that in a day or two, Stella was going to receive a massive ass fuck session at my own urging. I hoped she'd be able to handle it.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 9 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 10



The Bigger Bang

"Thanks for meeting me here." I looked around the room of the restaurant of the Aventeen Hotel for our waiter. I wasn't sure Quinn would want a glass of wine, but was sure I needed one. Wednesday afternoon. I knew that would be a busy working day for her. 

"No, it is nice to have a break between clients," she said waving to the restaurant manager. He nodded in acknowledgement. A minute later, two glasses of Sauvignon blanc were delivered to our table without asking.

After taking a sip, Quinn said, "Don't worry about rushing, I set my own schedule."

"You don't have someone waiting?"

"Sure, but they'll wait. If they get too horny, they can find someone else, that's fine. I'm never hurting for business."

"You do all your activities here?"

"Most. I never work from my condo. Besides, this place is sheltered."

The waiter returned to take our order. I felt a little uneasy about what I was about to suggest and waited for the appetizers to arrive. I wondered what the word "sheltered" meant, but I was more interested in talking to her about my latest idea and didn't want to be sidetracked.

She took another sip of the wine. "You seem quiet."

"I hope you won't think this is a totally stupid idea. I want to give Dave a special treat."

"I take it; I'm involved. I'm sure I won't think it's foolish."

Quinn was as always, perceptive. I was sure she'd already figured out the first part of my plan. Still, I might be able to surprise her.

"Would you be willing to do a threesome? I'd pay your going rate, of course." I had some money saved up from Dave and some of my other minor adventures; this seemed a great way to use it. 

"Ah, Ménage à trois. Every man's fantasy. So few are able to reap the full benefit, but they all want to try." She had a wry smile across her face. "Sure, I've performed a lot of those. I'd love to share a client with you."

"There's more to it. You wouldn't happen to have a long blonde wig, would you?"

I went on to explain that with her petit stature, if done up correctly, she'd be a perfect partner for Penny."

~ ~ ~

Two days later, she arrived at my motel room at 8 PM. I styled the wig to drape past her shoulders with bangs over the eyes and applied the lipstick and makeup in a fairly conservative manner, without being too austere. I had her dress in a coquettish black garter belt with opaque stockings, but wear a pair of extreme chunky heels, that brought her eye level only an inch below mine. The final touch, of course, was the pair of black thick rimmed glasses.

As we looked at ourselves in the mirror, Quinn was the one that exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, we really do look just like those two girls from that television show. I'm Bernadette."

Not completely identical. Quinn's nose is smaller and my face isn't as round, but we made a convincing pair of replicas.

She looked around the room and in a voice two octaves higher said, "You know, this place is a dump. You deserve better next time."

She even sounded convincing. I nearly doubled over from laughing so hard.

"So, when Dave gets here, is he going to knock on the door and say 'Penny' and knock again and say 'Penny' until you answer?" Her impression had become almost eerie in it accuracy.

"No, I hadn't thought of that. Good idea, if there is a next time." I wasn't quite sure why I thought there might be a next time. Quinn seemed to like that I'd said it though. She winked at me through the glasses. I fought back the urge to tell he how sexy I thought she looked.

"Your creativity is impressive. You have a natural talent for this."

It seemed extraordinarily true. I'd been having more fun coming up with these sexual romps than anything I've ever done in the past. I'd barely managed a semester of college. I'd worked odd jobs, mostly as a waitress and my attempts to become a radio announcer had gone nowhere. This seemed to be something I was essentially good at, and I could actually make money doing it. I quickly fought to push those thoughts out of my mind.

"These don't make me look fat, do they?" I was wearing a pair of skin tight yoga pants, pink flip flops and a matching crop top. I turned to let her have a good look. I appreciated that Quinn always said what she actually thought.

"Are you fucking kidding? You look hotter than hell in those. I'd kill to have your curves and that ass." She playfully, ran her hand over my rear end. "I just want to spank you sometimes, with all that 'I'm so fat' talk." Her voice raised another octave. 

I wasn't sure if she was simply channeling her character or was serious. Our body types were very different. Quinn was very slender, without an ounce of body fat. Everything she wore seemed tailor made. I'd been envious since I first saw her naked and being fucked.

"Well, maybe you should." I positioned myself playfully on the edge of the bed, with my posterior positioned toward her. I awaited a sharp slap of her hand.

Instead, we heard a tapping at the door. Our client had arrived. My body image discipline would have to wait. We stood side by side and open the door, with big bright smiles.

If only I'd had a camera. The look on Dave's face was priceless as he took in the two of us and instantly recognized what he'd lucked into. I hadn't mentioned the possibility of another woman joining us tonight, much less walking into a fantasy, I imagine; millions of men have had for several years.

"You never told me how hot your client was, Penny. Keeping him all to yourself?" The voice was a rock-solid imitation. Dave's jaw almost dropped open, and I could see his erection mounting in his chinos.

Quinn wasn't shy at all. She immediately grabbed Dave and planted a passionate kiss. He briefly glanced at me as if asking my approval. I grinned and nodded. I could tell his mouth opened and her tongue brazenly snaked its way inside. Her hand moved down to explore the erection that was soon to be plowed into her tight twat.

I moved to hug his back and rubbed my crotch over his ass and grabbed at his chest with my probing fingers. "Would you like to have her first?" I whispered to him.

When he was allowed to come up for air, he said his first words of the night, "Yes, please."

"Penny, you need to get me started," came a high-pitched command. Quinn pulled her top off, exposing her pert breasts and sat on the bed, and pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide apart.

Instantly, I knew what I was being told to do. "I've never licked a pussy before." I tried to sound slightly nervous. It really was my first experience with one.

"Well, you're always telling me what a big slut you are. Get down here and try it. You might like the taste." Her voice was in a staccato pitch.

I bent on my knees in front of her. I was amazed how moist her slit was, especially considering the number of times a day she had intercourse. I moved my face into her business, and began to gently apply the tip of my tip to her protruding clitty. I expected a fishy taste, but if anything, hers was almost a sweet flavor with a hint of ginger.

She quivered as I began to explore more deeply inside of her slit. Her thighs pulled together and squeezed my cheeks. I was unsure if Quinn was a gifted actress or was legitimately reveling in this Sapphic encounter. Whatever the basis, I was becoming incredibly turned on. I felt my own demanding pussy beginning to flow uncontrollably.

Behind me, even though I couldn't see him, I could sense our trick had removed his clothes and was pointing his erect member in our direction.

With a high pitched, "Yes, yes, keep it going you fucking bitch," Quinn gave the impression she was experiencing a massive orgasm. 

You deserve some kind of academy award I thought, but as I glanced up toward her face, with the glasses askew and mouth wide open as she continued to moan unabashedly, I became convinced this was the real thing.

Without warning, she callously pushed me aside. "I'm done with you for now, Penny. I need that giant cock shoved into me. Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me."

Dave moved on top and jammed his cock deep into her juicy love nest. Her legs attempted to wrap themselves around him, but his trunk was too thick. Instead, her feet and toes jiggled helplessly as he hammered away.

I moved onto the bed and planted a wet kiss onto her curling lips. Just as with Dave, her tongue began to probe the inside of my mouth. Her lips were full and eagerly worked away at my own. I hated to consider the possibility, but this woman was most likely the best kisser I'd ever encountered. One of her hands began to squeeze my left boob and then play with the nipple.

Without thinking, I reached down to finger my own yearning clitoris. Minutes later, either I came first or Quinn did; I wasn't sure. One of us seemed to set the other off and we both exploded in a stereophonic wail of climax. Our trick exploded just as we squealed together in a third wave of frenzy. 

That should have been it. We should have been rolling over onto the bed for recovery and gasping reflection. It wasn't. As soon as I lay on my back, Quinn hopped off and began the assault of my tender cunt with her lips and tongue. 

"I need to rest," I loudly pleaded to no avail. Her slurps continued unabated and in a short time, I changed my tune and began to plead with her not to stop. As good as a kisser as she was, she was far better as licking cooch. I began to rock my hips back and forth to the timing of her guzzling me.

Upon opening my eyes as I rollicked with lesbian desire, I looked up to see Dave standing over me. His cock stood at half mast, but he still wanted to put it into my mouth. I reminded myself; we were supposed to be there for his pleasure, and I began to take him in.

Another powerful orgasm swept over me as Quinn's tongue continued to encircle my love button for the umpteenth time. My head was swirling and I tried to catch my bearings. Mercifully, I was allowed to rest while Quinn carried on with his oral invigoration.

I watched with fascination, as she dexterously inserted an index finger into his asshole and began to stimulate his sphincter. His cock swiftly began to grow.

He grinned and pronounced, "Now, its Penny time."

I parted my legs and made ready for his entry.

"No, I want to watch her get fucked in the ass. I love to watch anal." I was rolled over onto my stomach, and she worked her index finger into me using the mixture of the sperm and her pussy juices as a natural lubricant. Afterward, she helped guide his cock into my poop chute. 

Due to the directions from whore Penny, poor wife Stella had been getting her innocent ass fucked numerous times during the week, and my rectum was already well worn. I was beginning to regret the duplicitous game I'd played on myself.

"Yeah, my bitch lover, wants to have her ass filled with your cum." I looked up to see the two of them passionately kissing.

It took another twenty minutes, before I sat gingerly on the bed, still trying to adjust to the workout my anus had endured. The customer's jizz trickled out of my raw bunghole.

Dave, looked completely spent as he dressed and left. His shit eating grin told the story that he was completely satisfied.

"I have to know. Were you really cuming? And if not, can you teach me to do that?"

With the blonde wig removed and perspiring heavily from its added heat, she said in her normal voice. "Sometimes, when things are really exciting, I let myself go with it. Damn, that was fun. I half way think I shouldn't have charged you for this."

She kissed me once more, but not as passionately. It seemed warmer and more friendly. No tongues involved. 

As we pulled apart, she said, "You know, not that I'm suggesting, but this gimmick would be some serious money for the two of us."

I should have thought up a tactful way to say I was loyal to my husband. Instead, I blurted out, "How much do you think?" before I corrected myself and begged off. "Just kidding."

Quinn understood and said it was just the heat of the moment; she was always thinking like a businesswoman.

Still as she departed, she said, "At least a hundred thou apiece per year," before closing the door.

You're a married woman, I repeated as a mental mantra as I drove home to my husband.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 10 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 11



To the Highest Bidder

The elevator took me to the eighth floor. The full-length glass wall gave a dramatic view of the neighborhood as I ascended. This was the first time I'd been here. Dressed in a hot red satin skirt and matching platforms, with a contrasting black button up shirt, I looked very high class, yet delectable. Still, I was nervous. There was no reason for me to be, I was just going to see Quinn.

It had been nearly a week. This was the first time since we'd repeatedly fucked, sucked and performed for Dave that I'd seen her. Still, it felt like I was going out on a second date with someone. Those dates where the real judgments and evaluation take place. I wondered what she was thinking about me now. Was I a tease? A hopeless Pro-tender, toying with a fantasy she was too afraid to explore? Why did I care so much about what she thought anyway?

I rang the doorbell and waited. I'd been invited and was expected. She opened the door and smiled broadly as she ushered me inside. Her condo had an urban modern style, most likely designed by an experienced professional. Lots of darks and offsetting colors in furnishing that looked more like display pieces, rather than for lounging by the TV in comfort. The view from the floor to ceiling windows facing the west provided an even more spectacular view over the bay in the distance.

The only thing more spectacular in the room was how she was dressed. She wore a light-blue cocktail dress that fit like it was sewn around her. Her shoulders were exposed, and she had on chunky hoop earrings that clearly were not simply gold plated.

"I wanted your opinion. Does this look dressy enough?"

"If you're on the red carpet for the Oscars, heads would all be turning."

"Thanks. It's nothing quite like that. This is for a benefit for the political action committee I'm part of. We're having an event tomorrow."

I looked her over once more. I still want your body, bitch; I thought. "You're part of a PAC?"

She adjusted the hem of the skirt, which was mid-length and nicely accentuated her nylon encased legs. "It called Women's Hospitality Opportunity Resource Equity or WHORE-PAC for short. A little inside joke, surprisingly most people don't get."

"You're serious?"

She went on to explain that WHORE-PAC contributes substantially to local politician's campaigns in the form of free speech advertising in their favor. "So much money is going to the national candidates that local office seekers can be had for next to nothing."

I must have looked a bit shocked. "You're buying off government officials? Isn't that bribery?"

She laughed at my naivety. "It's not bribery. When something is obviously wrong, they re-conceptualize it to make it sound attractive. Re-branding. They've managed to re-brand bribery and corruption. They sell it to the public as free speech, when in reality the average citizen has lost all say in government."

"And your PAC is getting its say? Is that why you said the Aventeen Hotel was 'sheltered'?"

Her face lit up as I appeared to understand. "Exactly. We help certain people get elected and they in turn direct law enforcement to concentrate of more pressing issues of social blight." 

"So the cops sweep the hookers off Broadway..."

She wasn't being sarcastic when she said, "Pick those enslaved women off the streets and offer them a chance at redemption, and leave us free market entrepreneurs the fuck alone."

I shook my head. This was unbelievable.

"That's what's so great about raw capitalism." She was almost beaming with pride. "Money trumps everything."

Everything I'd once believed was knocked on its ear. I had to change the subject. "So what's the benefit about?"

"A big party. Lots of movers and shakers. When the family-friendly types leave around 10, they have an auction to raise money of our candidates."

"Dare I ask; what's up for bid?"

She moved a leg forward and ran a hand up her body. "A few dozen of us from The Aventeen and other private interests. All high-quality ass."

Apparently, I'd been living a very sheltered existence. I looked out the window trying to think of what to say next.

She put her hand on my shoulder. "I had an idea you might find fun. I can get tickets for you and Dave. You can be in the auction. Most women go for a thousand to fifteen hundred. But the event only takes twenty percent. Dave could win you and it'll only cost him a couple of hundred." She smiled warmly at me. "It's for a good cause, and I'm sure you'd find it thrilling."

I'll have to consider it. That's what I should have said and meant to say. But, ever since last week, Dave kept dropping hints about Penny's next big adventure. It felt exhilarating being with Quinn doing the celebrity impersonation routine. I had no idea how to top that. That is until Quinn invited me to the WHORE-PAC event. I guess part of me wanted to see just how far I was willing to go with this game. The other part didn't want to disappoint Quinn. 

"OK, I'm in." 

~ ~ ~

Local leaders, professional athletes, newscasters, entertainers - if they were on local television, they were in the banquet hall that night. I wore a classy evening gown that still managed to say slutty and Dave wore a rented tuxedo. For the paying guests, this was a thousand dollar a plate affair. For us, the admission fee was free, since I was more or less, on the after dessert menu.

The dinner was something to behold, as were most of the women to be featured later. We mingled and rubbed elbows with the social elite and slightly infamous. Before, Quinn hauled me off to be displayed for the coming auction, I was sure to have one last defining conversation with Dave.

"You know the drill. I go up on the stage. You lay back, but outbid everybody for my favors. Do you have that?"

"Yes, I have it. I've got $2,200 in cash with me. I'll be able to win you twice if it comes to that."

"It won't. After you get laid, we take off. I'm not turning other tricks here, even with the star football player I just saw."

Dave corrected me. "He's the starting quarterback. And would it be so bad if you had to fuck him?"

I stared angrily into his eyes. He saw how serious I was. "Whatever he plays; I don't want to fuck anybody but you. No games and no screw-ups? Got it."

"OK, I'll do my part. I'd better get one hell of a fuck out of this."

I wanted to make myself perfectly clear. "You'll get my best, but if you mess this up, it will be a long time with anything but your own hand."

The room began to clear out with anything other than those of us on the block and those bidding for our affections. We mingled with the men, most of whom were older with entitled attitudes. A few chatted us up, but most just ogled the goods. The copious wine and spirits I consumed helped make the process slightly more palatable.

Quinn again admonished me, "Be sure to let me know when you've finished with Dave, so I can get you out of here."

The auction was announced, and the first item on the docket was a slender redhead, with a killer body and cheekbones to die for. Her smile was electric. She wore a Western inspired gown.

An announcer called out, "This is Darleen. Age 26. Her specialty is the reverse cowgirl."

She did a polite curtsey that also showed those in front her ample cleavage through her loose top. 

"Too bad we aren't allowed to bid on the other girls," I said to Quinn who was standing next to me.

She nodded and replied, "So, you have a thing for redheads? I'll admit; she is hot."

I didn't have time to detail my recent experience with one, but the thought of her was making me excited. "Yeah, I have to admit, there is something about them."

Over the PA system, we heard, "Bidding starts as $500."

That figure was met immediately. It started to go up quickly in fifty dollar increments. I was surprised when it peaked out at $900.

"First girl of the night always goes low, but it's not a bad start." Quinn could see I was getting nervous.

Darleen walked off stage and grabbed the hand of a grey-haired man I recognized as a city councilman. He'd was on the news a couple of months ago railing against the decline in public morals at public beaches and how police needed to increase patrols. 

"He's one of our best supporters for keeping The Aventeen sheltered," Quinn whispered to me.

He took his prize through a side door. She returned a half-hour later with her perfectly quaffed hair a bit disheveled.

The auction carried on with most women going slightly higher, between $1000 to $1250. Even Quinn fetched only $1200. I was on next.

"This is Penny. A first timer here at the WHORE-PAC auction. Penny is 23. Her specialty is anything you want."

I felt awkward. Most of the women here were absolutely gorgeous. I hoped I wouldn't be embarrassed. I sucked in my gut.

"Who'll give us $500?"

With the lights, I couldn't see who was moving around in the audience. I heard $500 bid. It didn't sound like Dave. I waited for him to rescue me with another $50.

That didn't happen. The bid bumped up to six hundred and then seven and even more quickly eight.

I head two distinct voices. Both very from older men. One sounded drunk. The auction was turning into a bidding war between the two. I heard someone say, "Fifteen hundred."

"Sixteen', called the more sober voice.

"Eighteen." The guy sounded really drunk.

A lull set in among the crowd. One of the bidders was at his end; or so I hoped. I waited for Dave's voice.

Instead, over the PA, the announcer proclaimed, "Going once, going twice."

Dave?

"Eighteen fifty." Dave finally jumped in at the last second.

"Nineteen and twenty," came the slurred voice.

"I'm sorry, sir. Only fifty dollar increments."

"OK, then that."

"We have, nineteen hundred and fifty dollars."

"Two thousand." Dave was loud and clear. It almost sounded like a challenge. A hush seemed to go owe the room.

"We have a new record bid. Do we have any more offers?"

"Twenty-one." The drunk was even louder.

"Twenty-one and fifty."

"Any more?"

"Shit," said the drunk.

"Sold for two thousand and fifty dollars to the gentleman in the black tux."

"I'll get ya next time, darling." People began to laugh at his drunken tirade. I took a big sigh of relief.

I presented myself to the lucky winner, and he hurried me to a backroom. "We don't have much time, why don't you get naked now and lay on the sofa for me?"

"It would be better to leave, and collect your prize at home."

"Hey, for $2,150 I'm getting laid. Here and now."

It hit me; someone was willing to spend over two thousand dollar just to have sex one time with me. They said I'd set a new record. The smart thing to do was leave now. They could keep my portion of the proceeds. The problem, I was now even more turned on that Dave. The thrill of being so close to committing myself for paid sexual gratification, the feeling of danger and doing something so out of the ordinary. My cunt was craving my sugar daddy's erection.

Within seconds, I'd unzipped him and had his cock in my sluttish mouth. We could clearly hear other couples fucking away in the adjoining rooms; each of these woman's asses bought and paid for. Mine had the highest dollar value, when I wasn't even sure I'd bring in the minimum.

Before I knew it, my fancy dress was in a heap on the floor and my patron's cock was working away at my pussy. I came quickly and let as many people know I was one of the courtesans of the evening being fucked for compensation.

Dave shot his load several minutes later. He checked his phone. We had been here for forty-five minutes, screwing each other's brains out. He was evidently as charged up about this scenario as me.

We hurriedly dressed and made our way to a convenient side door. I could catch up with Quinn later. For now, this was our time to get out of Dodge. I pressed the door latch and it wouldn't budge. Dave tried. The door was locked.

A man in a dark blue suit entered the room. "I'm sorry, sir. You cannot leave with one of the ladies."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back toward the banquet hall. "This is for your protection, Miss. We can't allow you to leave with a stranger."

I wanted to explain that Dave was no stranger. I was married to the man. I kept my mouth shut. The truth could cause us a world of trouble. I recognized this man. He, too, was on the news often. He was the county Assistant Sheriff. He had a reputation as a real bastard.

I was being brought back to be in the next round of the auction. This time, Dave had $50 in cash.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 11 of 12 ~ ~ ~



One Trick Penny Ch. 12



Penny for Your Thoughts

Her eyes betrayed the surprise that her face didn't show. "What are you doing here? Did you change your mind?" Quinn moved closer, as we stood among the other women waiting to go back onto the auction stage.

"We couldn't get out. They locked the doors. And then the sheriff guy saw us and brought me back." 

"Mark Hoobler?" Her expression changed when I nodded my head. "Shit. I told you to find me if you wanted to leave. I know the way out."

I tried to look apologetic. "I thought we could find our own way out."

Quinn looked at me harshly and chided in a stern whisper, "Do not fuck with these people. They can make your life and mine very difficult. They don't like the women here screwing them over. They can come after the both of us."

"Don't worry. I'm going to go through with the auction. Whatever the consequences may be. Dave's out of money. I'll do what I have to."

She was calmer, but still continued the fake pleasant smile for the benefit of the crowd. "I'm sorry I got you into this, but you should have followed my instructions."

The assembly had thinned out by about half, and the lights were lower. I could see the men that remained. They were the ones that hadn't won in the first round; the ones that hadn't gotten laid yet. Some were looking for bargains; other disappointed losers looking to get back in the game. All were horny.

I resigned myself to selling my ass that night. Part of me was even excited by the prospect. Maybe, I'd been looking for an excuse. I just hoped the one that won me wasn't too objectionable.

I scanned the room. The football player was still checking out the merchandise. He wouldn't be a bad first trick. Tall, handsome and well built, I could see doing him. Hell, if I wasn't married, I could go for him anyway.

Most of the other males, weren't so bad either. Most were older, but they looked distinguished, and were high achievers in their own fields of endeavor. Quinn has said, the majority of her clients were ten to thirty years older. "When you're expensive, the men who can afford you have to have achieved something in life." That's the way she put it.

The only one I didn't really want was the drunk who nearly won me in the first round. I guessed he was the chubby man staggering around across room being loud and obnoxious. "Hey, what's a fellow got to do to get laid here? Oh, right, pay money. Hee hee." No one was laughing at him anymore. I recognized him now and understood why no one dared escort him from the room. He owned the largest tech company in town. He was in the news a lot. Political leaders lined up to kiss his ass.

I watched as Quinn took the stage once again. She still looked fresh and ready for what came her way. It paid off. She got another $1,500 when the bidding finished out. Her trick, a man I put somewhere in his sixties, slipped an arm around her waist and lead her away to collect his prize. She looked back toward me and tried to give me a reassessing smile.

I looked around the room. I spotted the fat drunk. He was standing next to Dave, patting him on the back and laughing. I overhead him loudly exclaim, "Nothing but sloppy seconds." Dave handed him a drink that he hoisted into the air.

The announcer proclaimed, "This is once again, Penny. She's our new record holder, gentlemen. So, we will start the bid at one thousand dollars." I noticed some of the other women looking at me jealously. I'd outclassed them before. I was eager to see if I could do it again.

The quarterback called out, "Fifteen hundred." He was letting everyone know he was more than just a field player. My heart began to beat faster and my pussy got excited. I gave him an approving sexy glance and licked the corner of my mouth. By now, I wanted to fuck him.

An older man from the back, called out, "Sixteen." I had no idea who we was, but he was nicely put together. I could see being banged by him.

I looked to see Dave hand the fat man another drink and speak into his ear. He now held two drinks, one in each hand and began to slurp from both. He was starting to stagger and spill his booze onto the floor. He laughed out loud.

Another man standing at the back that I couldn't see bid eighteen hundred. Then the footballer tossed out, "Nineteen."

"We are approaching the previous record, set by this same lovely lady," came the announcer's voice. I could tell without looking, the other bitches were scornfully staring daggers at me. Eat my dust you sluts.

I hoped the quarterback's bid would hold, but if one of these other men happened to think my favors were worth more and set a new record, it wouldn't be all that bad. The guy in the back shouted out two thousand. Yes!

The fat man waddled toward the front and the crowd parted for him. He held up a fan of hundred dollar bills in both hands as he stood unevenly on his feet. "It time to put a stop to this nonsense by you penny pinchers. Three thousand dollars."

A hush went over the crowd. The fat guy danced to and through. "I am prepared to go higher. Just watch. I can go all night."

"Going once, twice, sold for three thousand. Penny has set the second record for the night."

A loud wave of applause and laughter erupted throughout the room. I stepped down toward my winner and hoped he wouldn't throw up on me.

I had to place his right arm over my shoulder to keep him moving towards the door. I looked to see if I could spot Dave. I was angry with him. Of all the men here, why had he set me up with this guy? My husband was nowhere to be seen.

I set chubby down on the sofa. He mumbled something along the line of, "Worth every fuckin' Penny. Are we done yet?" and then promptly passed out cold.

Dave entered the room and looked at the snoring beached whale on the couch. "I thought that last round would polish him off. We're lucky he managed to get this far."

Dave explained that he'd used his last fifty to buy the drunk as much booze as he could hold. He figured that if he was drunk enough, he wouldn't be able to perform.

"So, you figured out a way to come to my rescue." My voice sounded a bit sarcastic, but deep down, I had to admire his resourcefulness at maintaining my tattered virtue.

"Unless you want to wait for him to come to and then have sex with him."

"No thanks. Let's find Quinn and get out of here." I wrote a note to the sleeping troll that read, "You were amazing. XOXO XXX - Penny." I tucked it into his waist band. The chances were good he'd believe he had a spectacular time when he woke up tomorrow afternoon. 

~ ~ ~

"I can't believe you actually left a note. I'll bet he brags about his prowess to his friends." Quinn laughed again. The three of had left the fancy downtown banquet hall and sat in a burger joint in our expensive attire looking happily out of place. We shared salty fries and a round of thick milkshakes.

She handed me my eighty percent take from Dave's bid. "I'll have to get your other share in a few days."

"No, I didn't earn it. Tell the organizers to keep it all." This was money I honestly didn't want. I handed my proceeds back to my husband. "This is yours, too."

He stashed it quickly in his back pocket. "I got my money's worth then." He winked. 

I was sure I'd need to do some overtime tomorrow, but for now it felt good to be done.

Looking around to make sure no one else was listening, Quinn asked, "Is this Penny's going out of business sale then?"

"I don't know; that quarterback was pretty tempting." I intended it as a minor taunt for Dave, but he didn't seem bothered. In fact, he seemed to indicate that he liked the idea from the way the corners of his mouth rose.

"I honestly thought you two wanted the opportunity to have Penny become a real sex worker. You both seemed so into it. Did I misread? I was sure Dave wanted you to try the life."

Quinn had a way of speaking her mind, no doubt about it.

Dave remained mum. Quinn continued to press. "Dave, yes or no. Would you like to see Penny earning real money for her exceptional abilities? She has a talent for this business."

He looked at me sheepishly. "If she wanted to do it, I wouldn't want to hold her back."

That was as much of an answer as we were likely to get from my husband. Both Quinn and Penny took that as a definitive yes.

As far as I was concerned, I was still on the fence. My adventures were exciting and alluring to me sexually. I just wondered what would happen if I ever crossed over that bridge. Would I ever want to stop going?

"Well, I'm not going to push," Quinn said. "If you ever decide to turn true pro, you and I can do some phenomenal business and I can show you the ropes of staying sheltered."

Quinn stood and turned toward the glass door painted with the golden arches. "See you on the beach next week, Penny." She turned back toward me and said, "And stay off the streets," with a sly wink.

While still admiring her ass in that form-fitting dress, Dave asked, "Do you think she knows?"

"I never mentioned it. She may have contacts out there. Maybe she knows Gina. She seems to know everyone else."

An hour later, Stella was enjoying her husband in the missionary position. "It feels so good not to have you screwing me in the ass for once." I kissed him and waited respectfully for his tongue to enter my mouth. I touched his gently with mine. His cock slid deeply into me as my mind drifted to a certain quarterback. I fantasized silently about him taking me, just before I came in a massive blast and heard Penny shouting unladylike obscenities. I wasn't sure when she'd be popping up again, but she was definitely never going completely away. 

~ ~ ~

And that was how my story is intended to end. My husband saved the day, and we both learned some lessons about loyalty and fidelity, or maybe that we can still have kinky fun with each other and still be in love. Isn't that how all stories are supposed to go? The characters have conflict, are changed by it and learn more about themselves.

The truth is, I found my experiences invigorating. I danced close to the edge of being a sex worker and found it thrilling. I have to admit I am torn between what I want to do and an increasingly vague concept of imparted social morality. 

While not quite admitting it, my husband not only is OK with me hooking, he's as excited as I am with the concept. Quinn would love to have me as a business partner and frankly, I like the idea of the financial independence, doing something that I'm apparently good at and the kick of being different from the day-to-day crowd. I don't need to talk about how my pussy feels about the whole thing.

Here's the deal for any readers that made it this far in my story. I may have another volume of my adventures depending on feedback I get. Should I try working as a prostitute or not? If enough readers say 'Yes', I'll actually consider doing it and describe my further escapades in a sequel I'll call 'Penny's Worth'. 

If it's a 'No' or I don't get any response, then the ending happened five paragraphs above.

~ ~ ~ The End...or Not? ~ ~ ~