Night Job

By Lizzy Snapp

Laurel lives the life of a bored housewife and questions her husband's intentions when he starts staying away from home, doesn't have sex with her and doesn't have money for household expenses or new clothes.

A phone call from a stranger asking her to do cheesecake modeling throws her into the world of suburban call girls where she finds attention, excitement and money.

Just when she believes she can save her marriage, her husband is arrested for the murder of the manager of Interludes - her 'night job' business. She meets the detective assigned to the case and the two of them become partners in the search for the real killer.

Can Laurel save both her husband and her marriage? Or is her 'night job' more important to her than she thought?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mojocastle Press
• Release date: Dec 1, 2007
• ISBN: 9781601800275

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Chapter One

In front of the two-way mirror that was really a viewing window for Tim, the club manager, my reflection looked sexy: A hot pink G-string and bikini bra, no bulges, just a smooth firm body and a perfect ass. Reaching for the pink-laced gloves, my mind scolded, saying bare skin excited men. Instead of covering my hands, I left them free to the sensation of skin on skin.

I examined my hair. Oh, yes, he’d like how my blonde hair with swirls of caramel covered my slim shoulders and ended in curls. Steve, my husband, used to love to run his fingers through my hair and would brush it for ages.

Turning and arching my back, I wiggled my ass, walked closer to the mirror and studied my face. Aware that Tim glued to his chair in front of the window observing; my lips automatically formed a pout. How’s that, Big Daddy?

My shoes--rhinestone, strapped, with four-inch heels--emphasized the length of my legs. The G-string barely covered my little girl--the place that provided pleasures. Turning and smiling, I saw my date lying on the bed; his dark eyes wide, locked on me, liking how my body looked.

Oh, yes, he wanted me. His dick stood straight up, hard and yearning. Yearning for pussy--mine.

With a rapturous expression, I whispered, Like what you see?

Beckoning with his hand, like calling a servant, he growled, Come here.

I smiled and ran my fingers through my long locks, slid a hand down and caressed my sex, spreading my lower lips.

His face turned ugly, eyes squinted to slits, and he knotted his right hand in a fist. Get over here, you slut. Don’t tease. Fuck me. Now.

He must have thought he sounded tough, but instead his demand came out needy. They all were, why else would they hire so-called escorts? Only tonight was an in-house party--a party of two.

Interludes was a high-class and well-furnished establishment, both in furnishings and women, but the men who frequented the place were no different from the ones that drove to Montrose and hired women from their cars.

Smothering my feelings, I sashayed over to the bed, bent down and whispered in his ear, You don’t have to act tough. Think you’re man enough for me?

His face changed to the color of molten steel; he sucked his stomach in, causing his chest to rise and expand. The muscles in his arms grew tight. Whore, you haven’t had a real man until you have me.

Prove it. Unable to suppress myself, a soft laugh escaped. Why did they all think they were so great? Men. What assholes. Guess they thought they fooled us poor working girls. Bet if he had a date with a society woman, he’d be groveling at her feet.

He sat up and stuck his chin out, then swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood all in one liquid motion, towering over me.

Did he think he could intimidate me just because he was over six feet and me a mere five-two?

Hands on my shoulders, he said, My name’s Lar. I want to hear you scream while you come. Baby, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been worked before.

His fingers ran down my body, tearing apart the ties. Chills raced up my arms while his cold stare scanned every inch of my skin. For a second I feared for my safety, then remembered Tim next door and relaxed. Lar reached over to the table beside the bed and picked up the handcuffs lying on top. Pulling my hands behind my back, he snapped them closed, pinching the skin.

On your knees, slut.

It must have made him feel big to restrain me and talk down to me, like name-calling made me unimportant or lower than him. Guess he forgot he had to pay to have me. Why did I ever start this degrading work? Was it to get back at Steve? Maybe, but this wasn’t the time to analyze my reasons, I had to get through tonight. How had I let myself sink so low?

Easing down, I closed my eyes when his moist dick bumped against my face. He rubbed and poked with his huge, musky-smelling member, then worked around my mouth, the pressure increasing, insistent. I opened my lips and he thrust in deep. Taking a breath, I sucked with gusto--or so he thought--and fluttered my eyelids in a parody of ecstasy, taking him deeper when all I felt was disgust. In reality I thought about the new purse and shoes I’d buy with the money he paid to fuck me.

Lar moaned. I felt him leaking, coating my tongue as it rounded over the glans and wrapped around his shaft. With a moan, he jerked his dick out. I opened my eyes and saw a dollop of pre-cum ooze from the hole. His dick seemed to move with its own life and rubbed my nipples. Grunting, he slid it between my breasts, holding them close together--rubbing hard, gasping, moaning. I thought he’d come, but no, he cried, Stop. I’m not ready--too soon--have to make it last.

Just get it over with, jerk. Do the thing and let’s go home.

He lifted me up, then bent me over the bed, my ass in the air. With his hands he pulled my cheeks apart, bent down and kissed the opening. I started when his tongue went in, and he flicked it in and out. To my surprise, a flicker of excitement ran through my cunt. What the.... This wasn’t supposed to happen. How could I let my body feel anything?

This is just the beginning, slut.

My ass tightened when he inserted a finger, then I felt another one go in. No excitement now, just dread. He spread his fingers and turned them side-to-side, dilating my asshole.

The time had come. Oh, Lar, Lar, you’re the best. Ohhh, heaven, stars blazing. Yes... I took some deep breaths, rolled my eyes and said, You’re the best.

The show’s not over, bitch.

Should I allow it? Why not, maybe I’d learn some new tricks that would work on Steve.

You know what’s next, bitch?

I did. My first time, but two of the girls had warned me, said men liked anal sex. How about some lubricant--and don’t forget the condom.

His fingers came out, then back in, only this time with cold jelly on them, causing constriction of the membranes. Why didn’t Tim keep the K-Y in a warmer?

Easy, I said.

You love it.

Yeah, I do. What a jerk. He must think I’d love anything he did, Mr. Wonderful, no, Mr. Sexy. Then again, maybe Steve would like it.

Taking his hands, one on each cheek, he spread me. In my mind I saw my asshole exposed, open wide, waiting. How embarrassing. Then he thrust his dick in, stayed still for two seconds and started moving in and out, real slow, enjoying the tightness.

He stopped, dick halfway in my ass. With fumbling fingers, he dug into my cunt and rubbed around, coming out with my juice, rubbing my ass and his dick with it. Two fingers stayed hooked in my cunt as he pumped away. Suddenly, he stopped, moaned, uttered, Got to stop.

What’s the matter with this guy? Why didn’t he just finish and get it over with? Come on, Lar, get with the program.

His arms came around me, tightened and lifted me then we slammed down to the floor onto the fake bearskin rug with him on top. A soft grunt escaped when his weight pushed the air out of my lungs. Eyes closed, I felt his head down on my neck, licking then biting me. Beads of sweat dripped on me.

Oh, baby, Lar moaned. You’re good.

Good? I haven’t done anything.

He pushed off, got the key to the cuffs and removed them.

I turned over and shot him a cheeky smile. Good, huh?

Your turn, slut. He went to the bed, plumped the pillows and stretched out, legs spread wide.

"You just got a round-the-world. Anything else costs more."

Don’t worry about it. If you haven’t got it in you, send in another girl.

Oh, I have it. Just so you know about the money. I went to the sink and ran the water until it was warm, then filled a basin, picked up a bar of soap and a cloth, turned and walked to the bed where he reclined on the mound of pillows, just like a king.

Since he acted like royalty, might as well treat him that way. Bending over him, I removed the condom, washed his penis, crotch and feet, patted him dry. Then I spread-eagled him and tied his hands and ankles to the bedposts with silk scarves. Last, I rolled a condom on his dick.

Placing my hand on an instep, I felt a fine tremble. Was he scared of what I might do, or excited? I bent down and sucked his big toe, then moved to each one to suck until all were glowing red. Next I licked the sole of his feet and then moved between each toe. I trailed tiny kisses up to his balls, then took them into my mouth and sucked. Felt like small boiled eggs. Small being the operative word.

Steve’s balls were big and full, like they were about to burst. He used to love for me to lavish kisses over his body and take his balls in my mouth and roll them around, sucking gently all the time.

Lar’s screams bounced off the walls. Sweat glistened on his face and chest; eyes closed, he moaned, Don’t stop.

Placing a hand on the inside of his thigh, I leaned down and pulled long and hard on the skin. I drew the blood to just below the surface where it remained in the form of a love bite--a bragging right.

His moans were constant.

I rose and stroked lightly from his face to just below his dick. Then I ran two fingers beneath his balls and pushed hard just under them, between the sack and his asshole. He squirmed, but continued to emit gasps and moans with hips rising.

Sliding off the bed, I reached for a scarf, placed the silk strip over his eyes and tied it behind his head. Bending my face close to his cheek, I let my breath caress him then ran my fingers gently across his lips. He grabbed one with his mouth and sucked until I thought the skin would come off.

Reaching to the table again, I got the clamps. Lar’s body arched as he felt the pain from the one I attached to his right nipple, then his left. How does that feel, Big Boy?

Painful at first, but heightens my need for you, he gasped.

Wait ‘til I get the chains on, then see if you scream.

I hooked them on and the weight caused him to arch and thrash.

Don’t pull on it, bitch. You’re hurting me. No, pull. Yes, yes.

You like the not knowing, don’t you, Lar?

Yes... More.

With my fingers on his thighs I drew my nose up the inside, planting chaste, maddening little kisses up and down the outside of his crotch, then I slipped a clamp on his balls.

Shit, shit... What the hell are you doing?

Sending you to the land of ecstasy.

Take the damn blindfold off. You could kill me.

Just relax and enjoy. Be a man. Am I really hurting you?

No. Never, never such excitement...have I felt.

I kissed his neck, and then sent my warm lips down over his collarbone to his nipples, then to his abdomen. His skin jumped. My hands roamed his flat belly and I felt his muscles tighten. From fear, or lust?

Not a bad-looking man, a body well kept. He had to work out daily to have such hard abs. Now, why did a man like him need to pay a woman? Oh, well.

Reaching for the candle, I struck a match and put it to the wick.

What’s that? What are you doing? What’s burning? Don’t burn me. Please don’t...don’t do things with fire.

Now calm down, stop thrashing. Don’t be such a baby. You don’t have anything to worry about. You’re paying for the whole deal, relax and enjoy. You’ll like every minute, I promise.

I tipped the candle and the warm wax poured into his navel, overflowing over his belly. Seemed like his hips came a foot off the bed. Next I looped wax on his chest and thighs. He was writhing, out of control, fear of what I might do gripping him, yet exciting him.

To calm him, I reached down and closed my mouth over his and sucked hard. Our tongues intertwined and I moved my hand down to his dick. Pulling away from the kiss, I lowered my head to lick and suck his dick like a kid eating an ice cream cone. You’re about to get the best head job you’ve ever had. I increased the speed of my mouth, concentrating on pulling him inside out.

Untie me, you damn slut.

No way.

I straddled him and rode him hard, like a cowgirl on a wild mustang.

Lar bucked and one long drawn-out scream came from his throat. I felt his spasms and grabbed his balls. They contracted as he came. Suddenly his body went limp.

He had reached his limit, done for the night--and he looked it, sweat running in rivulets down his face, his body covered in a sheen and eyes rolled up to show the whites. Yep, done for.

That’s all for this time, I said and crawled off the bed. Untying the scarves I let them float over him and walked off, then came back, kissed him on the lips and patted his dick. Now be sure to leave a nice tip, you hear?

I walked out of the room.

Chapter Two

Pulling into the drive to our house, I punched the garage opener, praying for two conflicting scenarios: Steve home--Steve not home.

If home, would he pull me in his arms and tell me he loved me and then take me to our bed? The bed he hadn’t graced for over eight months? Or would he berate me, demanding to know where I had been and why out so late? No, neither. He would be asleep in the guest room, or in his office working on the computer. The truth: Steve didn’t care where I went. He preferred me somewhere, anywhere, away from him--as long as I didn’t bother him.

If not home, he wouldn’t ask where I had