'Hmmm, there's that big beauty,' Julie said as her palm pressed it up against his belly. 'My client's going to be very pleased.'
Jim made a grab for her tits but Julie backed away.
'Save it for the client,' she said as she walked toward the door by the bar. 'Knock before you come in. And remember…' Julie raised her index finger in front of her lips, those great lips, and then she turned and went through the door, closing it behind her.
Jim began shucking the rest of his clothes like a madman. Shirt, jeans, underwear, socks, shoes — all went flying on the couch. He walked over to the bar and downed the rest of the drink that Julie had left. The liquor burned but it made him feel good.
Ready as he ever would be, he walked to the door, knocked twice and went into the next room.
Chapter 11
Here's the scene that met his eyes. For a second he didn't know what he was looking at, it was so weird and beyond anything he could have even imagined.
The room was about the same size as the one he'd left his clothes in but it looked enormous because the walls were mirrored from about one foot off the floor to about one foot from the ceiling. The far wall of the room looked like it had a couch pit of some sort and another bar. The two walls perpendicular to where he stood had very low beds with wooden frames and slender mattresses; to Jim they looked like docks you'd tie a boat up to on a lake. The edges of the room were dim as the only lighting came from a recessed light in the center of the room.
There, under the recessed ceiling light, was a narrow bed, about the size of a single. It's frame was made of a dull metal and the head and foot boards were the same; a series of vertical pipes that joined the top board pipe about two feet above the mattress.
On the bed, sitting with her legs together and tucked to the side, was Julie's client and Jim was going to have no way to tell who it was. He just stood there for several seconds in amazement.
The mystery girl was wearing a full length, bright red, shiny suit that began with heels which seemed built right into the suit, then continued upward over her legs, hips, her torso which sported an outrageously large outline of a pair of breasts, and finally to a cowl that covered the girl's head.
The only flesh and blood parts of the girl that were exposed were a semi-circular portion of her lower tummy, her mouth which stuck through a hole in her hood, the bottom of her nose through a similar slit, and a large ponytail of jet black hair that stuck out of the back of the hood. It all left Jim speechless but Julie, who had been standing on the far side of the bed watching his reaction, must have thought he was going to speak. Her finger went up to her lips again, then she began walking around the bed toward where Jim stood.
'Your stud is here, Kitten,' she said to the red figurette. As if that were her cue, Kitten swayed her upper body and shifted herself onto her knees without the aid of her hands. In fact, Jim noticed that her hands had not come from behind her back since he'd been observing her. What he did see was that the suit was crotchless and the girl must have kept her privates trimmed because he saw no muff down there.
'I've really outdone myself this time,' Julie continued as she motioned Jim to approach the bed. 'Tall, dark and handsome — that's what this stud is made of. He's going to show you a hot time, my little Kitten.'
Jim met Julie about a yard from the bed and she leaned slightly down to whisper into his ear.
'Just follow what I say. She likes things in a certain order.' Julie began to turn back to Kitten but Jim stopped her and whispered into her ear, 'This is too fucking weird. Are her hands tied?'
Julie leaned back and gave him a look, then turned her head to Kitten. 'My stud must really like what he sees. His dick is getting soooo hard,' Julie cooed as her hand began stroking him. Actually, up to that point, Jim's dick had been flagging from the near erect state that Julie had gotten him to in the other room. The surprise had unfocused him from his mission but Julie drew him back on course.
Here he was in what had to be a sex room with all the mirrors, the beautiful Julie talking dirty, and a helpless sex-hungry mystery girl waiting for him on the bed. His cock bloomed into a fat erection as he thought how lucky he was.
'Kitten, show your stud that pretty pussy,' Julie commanded and the girl slumped down on her left side and she raised her right leg, bending it at the knee.
Jim sucked in his breath at the bare pussy nestled between the mystery girl's sleek thighs. The recessed light above shone down on it, edging every detail in his mind. If he lived to be a hundred, he'd always remember it. The soft outer labial cushions that surrounded her neat, pink pussylips, the way they ran up to meet the fleshy hood that held the girl's clit, the twinkling wetness of her slit.
'God, she's already juiced up!' Jim thought.
'Oooh, Kitten! I can barely hold this stud back….I can tell he wants to fall on that pussy…his cock is twitching like a snake!' Julie almost purred; her voice had gotten huskier and breathier. She gave the incredulous Jim a quick peck on the cheek and moved away from him, walking around the bed like a shark circling its prey. 'But first, I think I'll have him taste that little slit of yours…you'd like that, huh?'
Kitten shook her head in the affirmative but did not speak. Jim could see her tongue wetting her lips in her eagerness.
Jim wasn't that well schooled in going down on chicks; he'd done it a few times but not under the best circumstances, like in the back of cars, etc. But he knew the general idea, what areas to hit. He looked at Julie and saw her give him a wink.
'Do it, stud! Sample my Kitten's pussy!' Julie said hotly. She was really running the show; Jim was sure that Kitten was finding it probably more exciting, not being able to see what was happening.
'God, I wonder if he's half as hot as Julie says,' Elizabeth wondered as she rolled on her back and spread her legs in anticipation. Julie had said he was younger than most of her clients and he'd had the necessary paperwork to prove he'd tested clean but hadn't really described him beyond that.
That was why Elizabeth enjoyed this kind of work — she could use her mind and fantasize about the man that was going to take her. 'Tall, dark and handsome, mmmmmm, yeah.' In her mind, she visualized the hunky Antonio Banderas getting ready to lick her sex. She felt the weight of the man move onto the lower portion of the bed and felt his hands running exploring her latex-clad legs.
'My stud likes the feel of your legs,' Julie said from above and behind her. 'I think he's going to lick them as well.'
Then, Elizabeth felt pressure on her left thigh and knew it was the man's face even though she could not feel his tongue. The pressure moved over to her other thigh, then slowly traced its way back to the inside of her knee.
'Come on, come on!' Elizabeth thought as she waited for the guy to get down to business. Her pussy was aching for a good tonguing and Julie probably knew it…Julie was teasing her through the Stud.
She hunched her pussy in the air to show her need and moved her hands into a more comfortable position, palms down against the mattress. Her wrists were held by a strap and buckle which could be attached to the back of the suit just above her ass. Actually lying on her back was the most uncomfortable position she could be in in the suit; there was a series of straps and buckles that ran up the back, each of which could be tighten to varying degrees so the suit would be as formfitting as possible.
The pressure was moving back up her thigh, coming higher, higher. 'Yeah, come and get it!' Elizabeth silently shouted.
The man's hot tongue slid into the naked crock of her thigh and hips, tantalizingly slow it ran backward and forth in that tender area. At the same time she felt a hand slide up her other thigh and his hand move onto her tummy where it began a swirling motion. His elbows were pressing her legs wider, to the limit of what the suit would allow, about halfway to a true split. Loving the feeling of the Stud's oral work, Elizabeth let her right heel drop onto the back of the Stud and twisted her hips in an attempt to get his mouth onto her excited pussy.
'You've got her now, Stud…look at the bitch beg for it…she wants that tongue up her pussy,' Julie continued her hot talk, her voice much closer this time. Elizabeth could picture her crouched down behind her head, holding the bed railing, watching Stud move his tongue in her crotch. That only heightened Elizabeth's arousal; she loved
