"That'll be 250$ please !" the girl smiled from ear to ear, letting her perfect white teeth appearing behind her pink lips and grabbed the 250$ from the man's hand before feeling his other one placing a few bills inside her back pocket. She winked at him and made her way back towards the counter to place the tray on it, handing the money to the bartender with a faint smile.
"How much this time love?" the girl grabbed the bills from her pocket, noticing she had received a 60 dollar tip and showed them to her friends with a bigger smile. "Nice! Your perfect ass and pretty face always do the trick."
"Apparently yeah. I've made 409 dollars tonight." The bartender, a cute brunette with brown eyes gave the other one a wink before placing the bottle of Champagne on the tray with three glasses. The other girl grabbed the tray and began to move elegantly towards the table who had order it, placing the three glasses in front of the three men and opened the bottle quickly before filling them perfectly.
"Thank you sweetheart." The girl smiled, placing the bottle back in the ice-bucket to keep it extremely cold and went back towards the bar with a heavier paste, trying to keep her smile bright and cheerful. She leaned on the bar to look at the new incomers, watching people holding the iPad's, probably making orders for the rest of the night.
These people weren't actually ordering drinks, no. In this particular bar, you could order girls by choosing the ethnicity, hair color, height, weight and also action you wanted for the rest of the night, going from small talk to intense sex and of course the type of intercourse wanted: Gay or Straight. And I've been working her for three years.
The girl sighed heavily, placing her pink-hair away from her face and back on her left shoulder before going towards a woman raising her hand to order something, or warning her she had ordered her. "Can I get a scotch? Neat?"
"Of course, I'll bring that to you right now." She went back towards the bar, warning her friend about the order before feeling her phone buzzing in her pocket and knew she was in for it. Every night it was the same thing, she simply needed to work a few hours before her "boss" could warn her that this particular person wanted her for this or that.
"You've been requested. Table 16, sex." The pink-haired girl nodded and turned around to look at the different people, her eye quickly landing on the woman table 16 and gave her a charming smile before bringing the scotch back to the first one, grabbing the money, the tip and returning to the counter to place everything on it.
"Got to go, duty calls. See you later Lebreau." The brunette gave her friend a faint smile before watching her going towards the dressing room to change her work outfit to put on her other work outfit being made of a dress and a black laced garter belt, her black trench coat quickly following the rest. She looked at her own reflection for a few seconds, her sad and broken smile making her want to shoot herself in the head immediately and took a deep breath before going back outside with a fake smile she had been used to make, her eyes quickly spotting the woman again.
She slowly made her way towards her with a lusty smile and stopped in front of her as the woman stood up from the chair to look at her carefully. "Is my place alright?"
"Of course." The girl slightly frowned, noticing it was probably the first time the woman with brown hair and green eyes was walking inside such a bar or worse, was hiring a hooker to spend a few hours or simply the night with her since she didn't seem to know anything about their policy. She followed her outside of the bar, relieved to feel the cool breeze on her porcelain face and not having to listen to the songs playing on repeat inside the establishment before following the woman closely towards a black Maserati, her eyes opening wide at the perfection of the car. This is a money maker.
"Alright, uh…Get inside?" – "Sure." The girl skirted the car and opened the passenger door to sit on the leather seat, her fingernails slightly brushing the fabric she both loved and hated so much, reminding her of too many things she had to wear for more enthusiastic customers, but also reminding her of her youth, when she was only a girl with a head full of dreams.
"I'm not sure how this works, how long can I keep ya?" the pink-haired girl looked to her left with a small smile, ready to explain to the woman everything she needed to know.
"That depends. An hour costs 750$, whether we're having sex or not. If you want me to stay longer, you will have to pay the bill at the end." – "Alright, and your name is Claire, right?" the girl nodded with a faint smile, looking at the prestigious Upper East Side appearing in front of her eyes and cleared her throat in slight discomfort, not really being used to this much luxury.
Of course, money wasn't the issue since she had been working for the "bar" for three years now, ever since she had turned twenty-one years old and had made more than 300.000$ for herself without counting the tips she was receiving while waitressing, but had actually used it in order to pay her sister some studies, thing she didn't have the chance to actually do.
"We're here." The girl, Claire, opened the passenger door and stepped out of it before following the woman towards a majestic building and looked at the woman with her seductive blue eyes, biting her lip in anticipation for the night ahead of her. She walked inside the building, her high heels resonating in the cold hallway before stopping in front of an elevator, watching the tanned hand of the woman clicking on the button to call for it, both of them waiting patiently without exchanging a single word. As the elevator rang, they both stepped inside, Claire holding her trench coat firmly in her hands, looking at the number of stories they were taking before stopping at the last one. Penthouse.
The tanned woman made her way out of it and opened the only door on the floor before the pinky followed her with a smile, looking at the svelte figure standing before the door. They both entered the place, Claire immediately taking her trench coat of the reveal her outfit for the night and turned around to look at the woman who obviously didn't seem to know what she was supposed to do. "You can tell me everything you want me to do. I can't touch you unless you tell me to."
"Alright." The woman got closer to the pink-haired girl and placed a hand behind her neck to bring her head closer to her own, their lips quickly meeting for a deep and passionate kiss before the dress was being taken off from behind, the piece of clothing falling on the ground to reveal the black underwear the girl was wearing. She was quickly turned around by the woman who placed a hand on her back tattoo representing a deer head in cubism before kissing her neck again, a hand already grabbing the soft breasts under the fabric. "Let's fuck then."
"Whatever you want." The girl smiled as the tanned woman got closer to her with a sly grin on her lips, her fingernails gently scratching her skin to go further down, touching the fabric of the laced panties with a loud sigh of pleasure.
Claire felt being pushed towards the desk in the corner of the room and was turned around again, feeling the woman's stare as her fingers where travelling on her whole body, the first garter leaving the right leg, quickly followed by the left one until her panties fell on the ground. "Get on the desk."
The pink-haired girl smirked viciously as she got on her tip-toe to sit on the glass desk and felt her legs being roughly spread while the woman was squatting in front of her, her tongue already out and licking her clit up and down. She felt her legs twitching at the contact before the woman stood up again to slam her two fingers inside her wet entrance, a gasp of surprised mixed with pleasure leaving her mouth. She ducked her head before feeling a hand grabbing her by the neck to crash her lips against the woman's again while the fingers were still slamming in and out inside her body. "Ya are so wet."
"Thanks to you." The tanned woman sneered viciously before pulling away from the woman to grab her by the wrist and made her go on the bed before crawling towards her savagely, licking her inner thighs until she finally landed between her legs again, Claire's leg twitching again at the contact. I love new, hot costumers. She felt the two fingers quickly joining in the magical dance the tongue was doing between her thighs while a hand grabbed her own to place it on her left breast and began to play with her own nipple while the woman was placing her own hand on the other one to join in.
She began to halt louder while her eyes were closing at the overwhelming sensation the girl was feeling, her entire body burning up in pleasure. Fuck, fuck. She opened her mouth wide as the fingers were still pumping her, the movement getting harder and faster before her entire body arched in pleasure, a deep and throaty moan leaving her mouth to crash on the four walls while her wetness was getting heavier. "Hm. This isn't over, Claire."
"I like that." – "I bet ya do." Claire chuckled as the fingers left her entrance and felt lips going further up on her body until a tongue reached her hardening nipple and opened her eyes again to look inside the woman's green eyes filled with lust and arousal, a sly grin appearing on her lips as the tongue was still going up and down on her breast.