1. The Freak Inside


    Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    There were twenty hundred dollar bills inside it. “Enjoy the show?” she asked as he snapped the envelope into his hand, then jammed it into the back pocket of his jeans. He gazed at her face with a neutral expression. He hadn’t looked so neutral an hour ago. Naked as the others. Blending in as requested. His cock standing ripe and hard. Yet his face had been as impassive as it was now. His eyes had been on the others as much as on her, watching for the slightest misstep in a chorus line of blunders. “Is that what that was? A show?” “Mhmm.” She nodded. Amused and skeptical. “You were the biggest, hardest, nastiest looking dick in the room.” His eyes narrowed while he studied her face. “You said blend in. Make it look good. Don’t look like the hired help.” “Good job,” she said in a drawling purr without a shred of warmth. At the time, she’d started to wish he hadn’t been on the payroll, that he’d just been one more of the anonymous cocks Sirita had helped her line up for the night. The last thing she’d been thinking about was her safety or anonymity. She remembered the way he’d been standing over her, off to the side as if waiting his turn. “Truth be told,” she confessed, “you were actually a total professional.” “Ma’am?” “You never tried to fuck me. You could’ve any time and I’m quite sure you knew that. An extra little perq of the job. You never even finished yourself off. I dunno. Maybe you don’t like driving a car with too many miles on it. Or maybe the upholstery isn’t ...
    your style.” She cocked her hip and rested a fist on it, shoes dangling off one finger, not fully expecting him to take the bait. Nothing in his expression or body language changed. There was no heart in any of her taunts anyway. Everything but her soul was aching. That part was every bit as numb and empty as she’d gone there to make it. He was doing a half reasonable job of trying not to look irritated. “Well you did your duty, Captain America,” she finally said, understanding what he was waiting for. “Not until you get in that car and start the engine. Only then do I get to go home.” She nodded and lowered her head, moving to the driver’s side of her car. She unlocked it, but instead of getting in, she tossed her clutch, balled up stockings and shoes onto the seat and shut the door again, leaning back against it. She was facing into the deserted street. The heat of the pavement felt good. Even the grit under the soles of her feet. Freeman waited. Doing his duty without a word. Despite his annoying boy scout manners and sense of responsibility, she was glad he was still there. “Somebody waiting for you at home?” “Ma’am, you really ought to just get in the car and go home. The longer you stay out here in the open the more you risk someone coming along and recognizing you.” Considering the hour and neighborhood, the possibility seemed monumentally remote. Right now it was all about winding down, and the last place she wanted to go was home. She wasn’t even sure where that was ...
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