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CHAPTER NINE

Val turned her first trick at the bar of the Bel-Mar hotel. The Bel-Mar was a big, expensive luxury hotel; about a half mile further down Collins Avenue from where she was staying. Following Alyscia's professional advice to the letter, she'd been sitting in the lounge a little more than ten minutes before the slightly paunchy, roughly handsome man tried to pick her up.

"Well; hello there, little lady," he said. Standing beside Val's table, with his drink in his hand, the other hand in the pocket of his flannel gray slacks, he seemed both wealthy and confident. Deeply tanned, graying around the temples, from the wide grin on his face, it was obvious he was hoping Val would invite him to sit down. "Don't tell me somebody as pretty as you has been stood up? Why, that's a crime."

Val pretended to be offended. "I beg your pardon. I'm not in the habit of speaking to strangers." She looked past the man, toward the entrance of the lounge, as if she were expecting to see someone appear at any moment. Inside, her stomach was tied in knots, and instead of feeling turned on, as she'd always fantasized she would be, she was terrified. "And as for being stood up, you're absolutely wrong. My friend will be along any moment."

It was the last night of Val's vacation; tomorrow morning she would board a jet and fly back to New York, and to Doug. Tomorrow she was going to have to make the most crucial decision of her life – whether or not she was going to remain married to Doug. Just thinking about it made her feel uneasy, for she still didn't know how she was going to decide. The two weeks had provided her with a much needed rest, a great and varied sex life, a renewed sense of confidence in herself as a person, but little else. She was no closer to her decision than she had been two weeks earlier. Only now she was all out of time.

But not quite. Tomorrow was still tomorrow, and tonight was only tonight. The decision would have to come tomorrow, but until then she refused to burden her conscience with her doubts and insecurities. The last night of her vacation was for celebration, a last fling, her last change to do whatever she wanted to do, no questions asked.

And what Val had decided to do was act out one of her sexual fantasies thanks to her good friend and lover, Alyscia. Her advice and help had been invaluable, and without her, Val would have never had the courage to do it. On the last night of her vacation, Val decided she wanted to be a prostitute.

"Well," the man persisted, taking his hand out of his pocket, straightening his burgundycolored sports jacket. On his pinky, set in white gold, he had an enormous diamond ring. "What if your friend doesn't show up? Could I buy you a drink then?"

Val turned and studied the man carefully, trying to remember everything Alyscia had told her to look for. There were so many things, she found herself growing confused, so she decided to use her own judgment only. She tried to decide how she felt toward the wealthy stranger, what her emotional reaction to him was. She concluded that he was a turn-on, and that he probably would be very good in bed. There was a roughness, a crudeness about him that all the money in the world couldn't hide. He probably even had a big cock.

"I suppose so," Val answered finally. "I can't see any harm in that. But I doubt if you'll have that opportunity. My friend will be here."

"Well, in that case," the man said, winking at her, "why don't you let my buy you that drink now? If your friend really does show up, I won't have the chance later. Besides, you look kinda thirsty to me."

Val tried to look thoughtful. "Well, one drink, I suppose won't hurt." She stared again at the door. "And he is late."

The man bowed. "May I sit?"

"Only until my friend comes."

"But of course." He pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down. His knee touched against Val's knee, but he made no move to take it away. "What would you like me to order for you?"

Val thought for a moment. "Let's see. I am thirsty. I'll bet a nice cold bottle of champagne would do nicely. If you don't mind?" She flashed her best, most seductive of smiles. Her false eyelashes fluttered.

"Champagne it will be." He waved over a waiter and, placed his order: another Scotch for himself and a bottle of their best champagne. His deeply tanned face cracked into a white, dazzling smile. "Money's no object."

The words made Val's cunt lips quiver.

"What's your name?"

"Valerie. What's yours?"

"John. John Miller."

Val smiled. How very appropriate, she thought.

A moment later, the waiter brought the bottle of champagne. He uncorked it, and poured a glass for Val. She picked it up and sipped it, the bubbles tickling under her nose.

"You know, I don't think my friend is going to come after all." She smiled at her John.

"I didn't think he'd show up." He drank down his Scotch, picking the glass up with the hand on which he wore the diamond pinky ring. The light caught in the stone and made it glitter. "So I guess that kinda makes you free for the evening. Ain't that right?"

"I guess so."

He leaned forward over the table, grinning lasciviously. "Maybe feel like having a good time, huh?"

Val rubbed her knee up and down against the side of his thigh. She pressed hard into his leg so that he'd feel the pressure, and there would be no mistake in his mind about what was happening.

"I'm always in the mood for a good time."

"How much is it going to cost me?" John asked. Under the table, hidden by the table cloth, he put his hand on Val's knee. She was wearing a dress with a short skirt, but John kept his hands on her knee only, squeezing it in and out, making Val cream in her panties. "How much is it going to cost me to have this here good time?"

"It depends on how much of a good time you want."

"You speak French?"

"Fluently."

"How many words a minute?"

"Twenty-five dollars for the whole conversation," Val said, purposely cutting Alyscia's suggested price right in half. Even though he seemed to have money, she didn't want to scare him off. She really wanted to turn this trick. Besides, she wasn't doing it for the money. "Twenty-five."

John seemed pleased. He smiled at her, nodding his head in surprise. "Well, don't that beat everything. This must really be my lucky day. And here I woulda been willing to pay double that price." He ran his hand up under Val's dress until he was touching her cunt. Val spread her legs to give him better access. That made him smile even more. "Little lady, you've got yourself a deal."

Val almost came. In fact, she actually began to come, but she fought it back, squeezed down hard against it, as if forcing it up back inside her body. There would be ample time for coming soon enough. Besides, she would have considered herself the rankest sort of amateur to have come, just from being fondled under the table by a stranger, especially that night. What kind of prostitute would that have made her? A very horny amateur one.

Trying to conceal the trembling in her hands, Val picked up her glass of champagne and drained it. Then she put the glass back down on the table.

"I'm ready anytime you are," she said.

"You got a room in the hotel?"

Val shook her head. "No. Have you?"

John shook his head. "Sure, I've got a room. But you're gonna have to come up with something better than that suggestion."

"What do you mean?"

"I've got a room. My wife and daughter are in it."

"Oh. I see."

"I still want you though." He ran his hand up the front of her cuntal mound, trying to get into her panties. But Val was wearing panty hose, the top of which was cutting into her stomach, far out of John's reach. When he found he couldn't get in her panties, he tried to pull them down, but that didn't work either. He went back to cupping her mound and trying to finger her through her underwear. "I want you real bad."

Not as much as I want you, Val thought, the threat of losing her first client making her squirm with anxiety. What should she do? Take him back to her hotel? Even as a novice that seemed unwise.

"Isn't there any place?" she asked.

"There is – naw."

"What?"

"It's not a good place. It's dangerous. We could get caught maybe." He thought for a moment. "But maybe not. I guess it could work."

"Where? Are you going to tell me?"

"On the stairs."

"What?" Val was getting very turned on, from his fingers rubbing on her clitoris, but mostly from the idea of what she was doing. She was a prostitute, trying to secure her first trick. A fantasy come true. It blew her mind. "What did you say? The stairs?"

"Sure…"

"Are you crazy?"

"No, listen. This is a very big hotel. Nobody uses the stairs anymore. Everybody takes the elevators. Most people probably don't even know where the stairs are."

Val listened carefully.

"Hell, the stairs are probably one of the most deserted parts of this whole damn place. Why, I'll bet days sometimes go by and nobody even walks on them."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, it's not like being behind a locked door," he said. He winked at her, tapping the edge of her pussy with his fingertip. "But I'm willing to take the chance. How 'bout you?"

Val thought about, it carefully. If she said no, she stood a good chance of losing him, especially if she couldn't come up with a substitute. And what he said about the stairs seemed to make sense. It wasn't as if they were going to fuck; although she would have preferred it that way on her first time. She didn't need a lot of room in which to suck his cock. All she needed was room enough to kneel.

"All right," Val said. "I'll do it."

John nodded in approval. "Good girl."

"How are we going to do this now? Are we going to leave together, separately? Am I going to meet you there? Are you going to tell me where it is?" She was very nervous and excited, and it was beginning to show.

"Why don't I meet you there?" John suggested.

"All right, whatever you say. Tell me how to get there." She wanted to get it over and done with before she came to her senses and realized what she was doing. "Where are these stairs?"

"Take the elevator out there, in the lobby…" – he pointed – "… and take it up to the – say, twenty-third floor. Get off the elevator, go to the right, until you come to a door that says stairs. There are two doors. You go through the first into a little hallway, and then you go through the second door, and you're out onto the stairs. I'll meet you there."

Val repeated the directions in her head. It seemed easy enough. Her insides were quaking like jelly, and she felt giddy. She felt completely detached from reality.

"All right, I'm going to go now," she said.

"I'll meet you there in five minutes. Or less."

As soon as John's hand slid out from under Val's skirt, she began to get up. "Oh, I forgot." She sat back down again. "There is one more thing."

"What?"

"This."

Under the table, Val put her hand on John's cock. Hidden by the table cloth, she stroked his cock up and down, her fingers pinching into the thick round shaft through his gray flannel slacks. Her intuition had proved to be right: he did have a large prick.

"Oh!" John gasped, the color draining from his face.

"I hope you don't mind," Val said, squeezing his prick, wanting to open his fly, but lacking the courage. "I was curious to see how well you were hung."

"Well?" he asked, looking around at everyone at the nearby tables. From the expression on his face, Val wasn't sure if he was hoping that no one had seen what she was doing, or if he was hoping that everyone had. "How do I measure up? In comparison to all the other men you've been with as a professional?"

"Mister," Val said, squeezing his cock as hard as she could, "you've got a big cock!"

John beamed. "Really?"

"Absolute truth, I swear to God." Val released his cock, patting it several times before she finally stood up. "See you upstairs in five minutes."

"You bet!" he said.

Val walked away, feeling confident and sure of herself for the first time. She knew that he would follow her now.

She walked across the lobby of the Bel-Mar, feeling very slinky and feline, swaying her hips, aware that many pairs of eyes were watching her every move. It was as if she were on exhibition, or as if she were naked. Her skin got all hot and prickly and she began to think about coming again.

She was a prostitute!

Val pushed the button for the elevator, and the doors slid silently open. It was an automatic, self-service car, and Val was its only passenger. She stepped on, pushed the button for 23, then stood back and waited. After a long time, the door closed, and the car began to go up, rising very quickly, racing directly to the twenty-third floor. Val's ears popped from the change in pressure, and gravity tugged at the backs of her knees as the elevator slowed and stopped its speedy ascent. The flutter of uneasiness she had felt in the pit of her stomach all night, flared up again, spreading into another terrifying moment of an icy cold sweat and total panic. Val sucked in a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator, exhaling slowly, silently.

The lushly carpeted long, long hallway, broken every ten feet or so by the ever repeating image of door after door, on both sides of the hallway, was completely empty and quiet. As the elevator doors thumped together behind her, Val turned to the right and began walking down the hall, the sound of her feet muffled by the thick carpeting, frayed in spots, already beginning to show signs of wear.

She found the door leading to the stairs, and before she opened it, she looked both ways down the hallway, just to make certain she was unobserved. The hallway was completely empty. Val turned the knob and pushed open the heavy metal door, stepping into a small empty area, six-by-eight feet wide. It was made of concrete, painted stark white, and illuminated by a single stark light bulb screwed into a fixture on the wall. Next to the bulb there was a fire extinguisher and a long coil of fire hose, folded up like an accordion. Next to that was the other door. Val walked over to it and opened it.

She was on the stairs, completely alone, and suddenly she began to tremble with anxiety. It was so quiet and lonely, and she began to wonder what she really was doing there. So much had happened in two weeks, she realized. She wondered if she would ever be the same woman again.

The anxiety passed; as it had been doing all day, and Val felt herself calming. Leaning back against the heavy metal door, she was aware of its coldness reaching her even though she was wearing a sweater over her dress. There was a dampness in the air, a dank mustiness, and she could see why John – her, first John – had thought of this place. It was absolutely deserted. It was so big and empty sounding she doubted if anyone ever went there. She had a feeling she was in some kind of tomb, or had somehow gotten inside of the hotel's skeleton.

Just outside the door against which she was leaning, there was a large rectangular area, ten feet long, five feet wide, joined by the two sets of stairs, one coming down from the floor above, the other going down to the floor below. The walls were painted the same flat white color that the previous area had been, only out here there was no attempt to even make it seem clean or attractive. The walls were bare cinder block, and the floors were dirty and unswept. The banister for the concrete stairs was a length of pipe.

Val walked over to the stairs and looked down. She could see all the way down, all the endless flights of stairs with their pipe banisters, the same unchanged image repeating itself again and again. When she looked up, she saw the same thing. The hallway and stairs were absolutely quiet, and when she walked back over to the door, she was very aware of the clicking sound her heels made. There was even an echo.

She began to masturbate.

Hitting her with alternating waves of dread and depravity, Val found her mood swinging from one extreme to another. The realization of what she was doing – that she was a prostitute, about to suck some man's cock for money!! – nearly drove her mad with insatiable lust. It was a fantasy come true and she was living it! To know that she was going to suck his cock, that he was going to come in her mouth, spilling his hot sperm down her throat, made her body ache with desire, and she had to do something to relieve herself or she'd scream. God, it was so fantastic she couldn't believe it.

Val pulled up the skirt of her dress, holding it up with one hand, and she yanked down her panty hose and panties, not caring that she ripped them. Her belly was pale and the dark brown hair covering her snatch was damp with perspiration. She pressed two fingers against the edge of her cuntal mound, and the loose lips spread wide apart, exposing her hot throbbing clitoris. She began to masturbate rapidly, feeling the pleasure surging down her legs, her crotch a sopping mass, the cool damp air stinging her naked, exposed flesh, turning her on even more.

Her thoughts filled with the wildest, most depraved fantasies she could summon, Val was suddenly struck by a particularly exciting notion, and it made her moan out loud. Not only did the thought make her even wetter than she already was, it was an idea she could implement. She hurried to do so, aching to see the look on John's face when he discovered it. It was so wicked it made her want to come.

Holding her dress up with one hand, walking bow-legged because, of the panty hose and panties stretched across her thighs, Val moved away from the door. She walked straight ahead, stopping at the wall directly in front of the door. Turning around, she leaned back against the cold, dirty bricks, and resumed her masturbation. When John walked through that door, he was going to get some surprise. The first thing he would see was Val's wide open, wet, finger-stuffed pussy.

"Ohhh!" Val moaned. Outside, the door had opened. She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers hard against her clitoris. It was about to happen! "Oh… oh!"

"Val…" she heard John call out, his voice coming to her muffled through the heavy fire door. "You in here, little lady?"

"In here!" Val cried, grunting with pleasure, pushing her middle finger in and out of her cunt hole. Wetness oozed out of her and made her fingers sticky. "I'm right here, baby!"

The door opened.

"So here you – well, will you looka that!" John's eyes were open wide, and his jaw was slack with surprise. But for only an instant, for as his brain sorted out what was happening, his expression went from shock to one of absolute lechery. He stepped out onto the stairway quickly, closing the door behind him. "Jesus, will you looka that! You must be some hot bitch, ain't ya?"

"The hottest," Val said, fingering her pussy for him. She ground her hips around, thrusting them forward, teasing him with her cunt. "And the wettest. And the horniest! Come here and give me your cock. I want to suck it!"

Fondling himself through his pants, his cock already stiff and hard, John stepped swiftly toward Val, his other hand stretched out in front of him, eager to dip his fingers into her quim. Even as he walked, he was tugging at his zipper, trying to pull his cock out of his pants. He stopped in front of her, his cock out, long and fat and pink, jerking himself off as he stared at Val's pussy. Without losing a stroke, he reached out to touch her.

"Uh-uh!" Val said, smiling, jerking her hips back so that he just missed touching her cunt. "If you want my body you've got to pay me."

John smiled. "Oh, surely. Just my impatience, little lady." He removed his wallet from the inside pocket of his sports coat, removing a crisp twenty and an old, crumpled five. "Twenty-five, right?"

Val reached out and grabbed the money. "Right!" She crumpled it into a ball in her fiat and shoved it into the pocket of her sweater. Then she thrust her hips out toward him, offering John her wet, hairy slit. "Now you can do anything you want!"

He reached out and touched her cunt, carefully, almost gently, curling his short, thick fingers over the edge of her pussy. Squeezing in with a powerful grip, he began to masturbate her, his touch surprisingly tender. He ran his middle finger down her slit to her cunt hole. Slowly he inserted it inside her.

"Oh… you're very wet. And hot."

"I am hot." Val closed her eyes, grinding her hips around tightly while John's finger pushed in and out. She couldn't believe how wicked she felt. "I'm very turned on. I find you an exciting man… Oh! Push your finger in harder! All the way in. Oh, that's it." She squeezed her cunt closed in appreciation, grinding the walls of her leaking passageway against his stroking finger. "Can you feel that?"

"Oh yes. I can feel it very well." He pumped his cock slowly, using his thumb to flit at her clit. "You have a lovely cunt. May I – kiss it?"

Val shuddered. "Sure, go ahead. I don't mind. I love having my pussy licked."

As if he were about to pray, John very carefully got down on his knees in front of Val, positioning himself between her widely parted thighs. His face was on a direct level with her pussy, and he found himself staring directly at it. The wet, sexy odor of her excitement tickled under his nostrils, and he inhaled it deeply, while he committed to memory every curve, line, wrinkle, and hair of her oozing slit. Using both hands, he reached up and began to roll her panties and panty hose down her legs. When they were down to her knees, he reached back up and separated the lips of her cunt, using both hands. Gazing at her fully exposed, throbbing pink clit for a long while, John sighed audibly, and then he pushed his tongue past his lips and began to lick Val's pussy.

"Oh… fabulous!" Val moaned, grinding her cunt hard into John's face. His tongue worked with all the skill and precision of an expert craftsman, sticking her with it as if it were a needle, prodding her into an almost instantaneous state of frenzy. Grabbing onto his head with both hands, she spread her thighs as far apart as she could get them. With her shoulders wedged against the wall for support, she arched her spine and brought the underside of her crotch in direct contact with John's face. She held herself poised, balanced on the tip of her toes, while he licked her from one end of her slit to the other, making her come twice. She rolled her hips around, and smeared her pussy all over his tongue. "Love it, baby… love it! God, what a tongue. Make me come again! Oh… fabulous!"

John stood up. He was visibly shaking, and his face was flushed hotly, dripping with sweat. His cock stood out of his pants at a right angle, hot and swollen and bright red with barely controlled excitement. Smeared all across his face was Val's discharges.

"I think I'm ready," he said, breathing hard. "Let me lean against the wall."

They exchanged places. John stood with his shoulders against the bricks, his legs spread out in front of him. Down the front of his pants his balls dangled, and standing like the trunk of a tree, his long thick cock rose from the yawning mouth of his zipper. Prepared to get down on her knees, Val pulled up her panties and panty hose. Her crotch was drenched in wetness, and she was so loose and open, the crotch piece of her panties slipped right up between the lips of her pussy.

"Wait!" John said, stopping her as she began to kneel. "Sell me your panties."

"What?"

"Sell me your panties!"

"But…"

"Don't argue with me. Here's five dollars. Now give me your panties!"

Val looked at the money in her hand. She was too excited not to do it. "All right," she said and began to undress.

"Rub your panties all over your pussy!" John urged. "I want them all wet and randy smelling. Please, hurry. I want to come!"

Val stripped off her panty hose, kicking off her shoes in her eagerness, standing barefoot on the cold concrete landing. She rubbed her pussy with both hands, grinding the material of her pale yellow panties all over her creaming underside. Then she pulled the panties off and handed them to her John, dropping finally to her knees in front of him.

"Now suck my cock!" he cried, crushing the raunchy, wet material across his mouth and nose. He inhaled deeply, his head reeling with exquisite anticipation, and licked his tongue up and down the damp, oozy stain which completely covered the crotch of Val's panties. "Now suck my cock! I'm going to come in your mouth!"

Holding his cock steady with both hands, Val slid him into her mouth. His cock was incredibly hot, throbbing on her tongue, inching past her tightly gripping lips as he slipped deeper and deeper in. Sucking him as hard as she could, lapping her tongue rapidly up and down, she could feel the head of his cock hammering at the back of her throat. When her lips touched the base of his belly, and the full length of his pulsing shaft was in her mouth, she began to pump her head up and down, sucking his cock.

"I'm coming!" John cried, his sperm spraying hotly into Val's mouth. He rubbed the wet smell of her pussy all over his face, and that made him come harder, better. "Suck you, whore! Suck my cock! Aaahhh!"

As her mouth began to fill up with his sperm, Val began to come again. Without ever touching herself, without rubbing her thighs together, Val found herself coming. Her orgasm was very intense, very powerful, and left her stunned! She began swallowing just to keep from gagging, her cheeks puffing out with the swirling hot liquid, some of it oozing down her chin. The more he came, the better her orgasm got. She kept rubbing his cock with her tongue, tickling the underside of his shaft, trying to coax out more and more sperm. Catching each shimmering blob on her tongue, she flit it back into her mouth, shuddering in pleasure as it slid down her throat.

The orgasm was so good, she even considered giving him back his money. She didn't, however.