1. Neon Nights


    Date: 11/5/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    also been a busy month and as a result, Ethan and I had made next to nothing on spare rooms. Mark offered a hundred bucks cash, then two hundred, then five hundred at which point I figured the rent on my bedsit wasn’t going to pay itself and I might as well go for it. He was a good-looking guy and nice enough. The only problem was that he couldn’t get an erection. It took literally twenty minutes for him to get it up and after the wait, the action lasted thirty seconds tops. I left the room with no pride but a lot of money and regaled the story to Ethan who laughed so hard at the explicit details that he nearly crashed a guest’s Maserati. He then proceeded to educate me on the warning signs I should’ve picked up on and made it his priority to advise me on the best guests to fuck. To cut a long story short, I got used to having sex with guests. After the experience with Mark, I figured any self-respect I had was long gone and wallowed in my new-found ethical shortcomings. So long as a guest was at least vaguely attractive and the money was north of five hundred bucks, I was game. In the same way I’d always directed Ethan towards lonely, vulnerable women, he began directing me towards lonely, frustrated men. We would exchange notes afterward, making one another laugh and cringe about the awkward encounters and failings of our ‘clients’. It became almost a challenge to beat one another, to make more money and have wilder experiences to boast about. I got swept up in it. The ...
    men I went with were usually bored businessmen or trust-fund kids; the types who paid well but didn’t want too much for their money. I got good at spotting them. They were the ones who dragged their heels on the way to their rooms, obviously dreading the inevitable loneliness, or the ones who laughed too loudly at the barmaid’s jokes. Some were married, but most weren’t. They were usually polite until they got their clothes off. I generally didn’t fuck until after my shift had ended but occasionally – say, if it was only a hand job – I’d make time by cleaning rooms extra fast. I got quite a thrill out of walking around in my pristine uniform and thinking of the debased happenings from the night before. I was getting carried away but didn’t realise it. The money I was making was good; more money than I’d ever made in my life. Sometimes I would have to run down to my locker to hideaway cash in case someone saw the suspicious bulge in the pocket of my uniform. The sex became more and more frequent and I stopped worrying about the characters of the men involved. I ignored the warning signals in the pit of my stomach and without quite realising it, no longer cared about anything but money and the cheap thrills. *** I didn’t ever delude myself with the idea that I was anything but a friend to Ethan. I didn’t particularly want to be anything more. It would have been way too complicated. All I knew was that we were having fun. We would hang out together on shifts, help each other out, ...
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