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CHAPTER FOUR

"I've never been to a massage parlor before," Doug said, closing the door behind him. "This is my first time ever."

She was young, in her early twenties, with short, platinum blonde hair, and high, full tits straining at the material of her negligee. Except for panties, which were clearly outlined under the loose, flowing transparent material, she was naked under the nightgown, her nipples fat and long and pink. Her tits swayed as she moved, like two huge, slow moving waves, and they had immediately caught his attention when he'd come in.

Doug had never thought of himself as a tit man, and could never understand why some men raved about big-breasted women. To him, a small, firm, shapely breast was infinitely more desirable and erotic. In fact, the only reason he'd given her a second look even was that she, in every way, was an almost complete physical opposite of Val. Flashy blonde hair, pale blue eyes, bright pink complexion, there was nothing about her to remind him of his wife. The last person in the world he wanted to be reminded of that night was his wife.

"Is it really?" she asked, her voice light and giggly. "Oh, I don't believe you. You're just saying that."

"No, it's true. This really is my first time."

The room they had entered was depressingly Spartan. The floor was bare and the walls were naked. Beside a chair, the bed was the only other piece of furniture in the room. From the ceiling, dangling on an electric cord, was a single light bulb, switched on, casting out a harsh naked light and stark, elongated shadows.

She sat on the edge of the thin, saggy mattress, appraising Doug with a detached coolness. "How come? Are you gay?"

Doug smiled at the unintended irony. "Hardly. Not in any sense of that word."

"So how come you're here?"

"My wife's on vacation," he said, smiling drunkenly. "We're taking separate vacations."

The young blonde woman grinned. "Oh, I see. While the cat's away…"

Doug shrugged indifferently. "Something like that. She's in Florida. Flew down this morning."

"Leaving you all by your lonesome. I know how it is, baby." She patted the side of the bed next to her. "Come over here and sit next to me. April knows how to cheer you up."

"Is that your real name?" Doug asked, weaving slightly as he navigated the swaying floor. He crossed the room and sat next to her on the bed, their knees touching. "April, I mean. Is that your real name?"

Her eyes grew small and hard. "Why do you want to know?"

"No reason." Doug, laughed to himself at her suspicions. He wondered if she thought he was a cop. "Just curious. You don't have to answer."

Her lips were full and pouty, and from the angle at which her head was tilted, he could tell she was thinking. Strands of her short blonde hair hung over her ear, and she tugged on them with her fingers, an unconscious nervous gesture, as if she were trying to make the hair longer. The tips of her fingernails were long and pointed, painted a bright, gaudy red.

"No, it's not," she said finally. Long dark lashes fluttered across her pale blue eyes. "It's a professional name. But you can call me April."

Doug laughed once, loudly. "All right, April."

"What's your name?" she countered.

"Douglas. But no one ever calls me that except my mother. And even then I hate it. Call me Doug."

"Is that your real name?" April asked, grinning playfully. "Most of the men who visit me are called John."

"Huh? What?" Doug ran his tongue around his dry, cracked lips. "Oh, I get it now. A joke. That's a joke." He thought about it for a moment. "You know, it's really not very funny."

"What can I tell you? That's the best I can do at three in the morning."

He blinked once, twice, as if the thought were dull and slow moving, sinking down into his consciousness. His eyebrows knitted together as his brow wrinkled, the tip of his tongue sticking up from the corner of his mouth.

"Three in the morning?" he echoed. He looked at his wristwatch, trying to focus his eyes. "Is it really that late?"

"Actually, it's after three; probably closer to three-thirty. Time really flies when you're having a good time."

"Three o'clock." Doug shook his head. "Say, what time does this place close up?"

"Relax. We're open twenty-four hours. All night long."

"Oh." He thought for a moment. "Do much business in the middle of the night?"

"If we did, do you think I'd be sitting here talking to you. I'd be hustling my ass off. You're only my second tonight. That's since midnight."

"Business always so slow?"

April shook her head. "Naw, it's this Goddamn economy. Believe me, the crunch is being felt all the way around. Christ, I think half of my regulars are staying home to fuck their wives."

Doug sighed. "My wife's in Florida. Miami Beach. Did I tell you we were taking separate vacations?"

"Yeah, yeah, you did. You don't look so thrilled by it, frankly. Most guys I meet would be tickled pink to be in your shoes. No fun to party alone, is it?"

"It's lonely."

"So's life."

Doug nodded in agreement. "It is, you know. It really is. I figured tonight would be a blast, you know what I mean? I'm staying in a hotel for a week, by myself, free to come and go as I choose: you'd think I'd be excited about it. I've got the whole city to prowl around in. I went to a couple of adult book stores, bought six or seven of those dirty newspapers, I even saw two porn films! I'm very drunk, I've smoked three joints, and I went to a topless bar. Christ, I even went to a swingers bar. So how come I'm feeling like this?"

"What can I tell you?"

Doug shook his head. "Do you know what all that stuff is? Masturbation."

"So you came here?"

"So I came here."

April rubbed her fingers suggestively up the inside of his thighs. "I can make you happy, baby."

"Can you?"

She touched his erect cock, stroking him through his pants. "I can at least make you forget you're sad. For a little while."

Doug smiled. "That's the best offer I've had all night."

He leaned over and kissed April. The prostitute did not try to stop him, but she did nothing to encourage him either. No passion, no flicker of interest moved past her lips. It was like kissing something dead.

"Don't do that, please."

Doug touched his hand to his lips. "Oh. I'm sorry. I don't know what – yes, I, uh – I'm sorry."

April smiled. "That's okay."

"I…"

"You've got to pay me before we can do any thing else."

"How much?"

April stood up and began to undress, moving with an automatic weariness, as functional and unerotic as eating a bologna sandwich. She pulled her transparent nightgown up over her head, the hem of the material catching under the pendulous weight of her tits, causing them to flap as she drew the garment off. Her flesh was pale, bulging slightly over the waistband of her panties. She hooked her fingers into the top of her panties and stripped them down her ample thighs. The hair on her pussy was mousy brown, straggly and dry, looking like scrub. She scratched her pussy as she answered Doug's question.

"Depends on what you want. The usual – you know, half and half – will cost your forty. That's down ten bucks from last year."

"Half and half?" Doug looked at her cunt, wondering how tight it would feel wrapped around his cock. He knew it would feel different than it did when he fucked Val, and that excited him. He wanted to eat her whore's pussy, he wanted to stick his tongue up into her totally violated twat. "What does that mean?"

April looked surprised. "I guess this really is your first time. Half and half is – first I French you, then we fuck."

A shiver went through him. "Oh. That sounds… good. And anything else, I guess, would be…"

"Extra; that's right." She pinched his cock with her expert, teasing fingertips. "You gotta pay me first."

"Yes. Of course." Doug stood, sliding his hand into his pants pocket. He purposely had left his wallet at the hotel, to keep from being identified if anything went wrong, but he'd brought enough money for any possibility. He pulled off two twenties from his bankroll, while his hand was still in his pocket, so that April would never see exactly how much he had with him. The bills were new and crisp and it excited him to feel her fingertips touch his as he handed the money to her. His cock was throbbing powerfully, and he touched himself. "Now what?"

"Now you've got to undress."

He did, stripping his clothing off with a kind of numbed detachment. Feeling vaguely absurd, he stood, completely naked except for his black, knee-high socks, while April inspected his stiff member. She pulled his thick hot cock up and down several times, looked at the glans, and pinched open the pee hole.

Apparently satisfied, she said: "All right. Now lay down on your back on the bed. You're about to get your money's worth."

In place, April began to suck his cock. Propping the lumpy pillow under his head, Doug lay on his back, legs spread wide apart, and he watched her. She sat next to him on the bed, with her broad pink back to him, and she bent over his belly. He watched her tongue slither from between her lips, lick several times up and down over the head of his cock, and then gather the shaft into her mouth, sinking herself down to the base of his hard-on. Hot and wet, her saliva bathed his rigid flesh, and Doug found himself closing his eyes in pleasure, thrusting his hips upward as he began pumping his prick in and out. A tingly feeling spread across his groin, and he began to moan softly.

Reaching out for her, Doug ran his hand down her sweaty back, down to her ass. He thrust his fingers in between the cheeks of her ass, then inched further under her until he was between her thighs. Fingering her from underneath, he could feel her grinding the oozing lips of her pussy all over his hand while her lips pumped erotically up and down around his cock.

"Sit on my face while you eat me," he instructed, trying to lift her. "I want to lick your pussy!"

Saliva trickled from her lips. "I don't usually do that. But maybe for an extra…"

"How much?"

"Ten."

"Five!"

April sat on his face. Straddling his head with her meaty thighs, leaning over him while she sucked his cock, she crushed her pussy into Doug's mouth. He could feel her cunt lips smearing its wetness onto his face, and the powerful reeking randiness of her slit nearly smothered him. Licking her all over, he almost came from wondering how many men had spewed their sperm into the tight channel his tongue was reaming. He could almost taste their pungency.

After that they fucked, and probably because he was so stoned and drunk, Doug had trouble coming. Unlike when that happened with Val, instead of putting him under a lot of pressure, he found the affliction a benefit. He kept on getting hotter and hotter, more and more turned on.

"Let me fuck you up the ass," he said.

"No, I don't do that."

He ground his cock deeply into her cunt. "How much?"

"I…"

Again he thrust. "Fifty? More?"

"What?"

"Seventy-five?" His cock throbbed and swelled.

"Are you serious?"

"A hundred. I'll pay you one hundred dollars to let me fuck you up the ass."

April climbed off him, her eyes glistening. "Give me the money first."

Doug paid her. She counted the money carefully, then put it in the small purse she carried with her. Her nipples were long and pink and stiff, and he could tell she was genuinely excited. Whether it was caused by the money he'd paid her, or by the novelty of what he was about to do to her, he could not tell. Nor did he care. All he wanted to do was fuck her up her ass.

"Lick it first," April instructed, bending over the bed, assuming the position. "And stick your tongue all the way up inside my asshole. Get it very wet, with a lot of saliva. I'm not used to this."

Doug did as she told him, and moments later, his cock was buried between the cheeks of her ass. He drove himself deeply in and out of her rectum, his tense balls dangling against her wet, runny cunt. Because it was the one thing Val had always refused to do for him, and because it had caused him one hundred dollars to get, he could feel himself building toward a powerful orgasm. As he began to come, his lava like discharge erupting into her grinding rump, he began to think about Val. In his imagination, he was fucking her up the ass.