The Transaction..., a short story by Templar_uk. Date added: 2007-06-20. Times viewed: 1169.
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- Intro: A fair exchange is no robbery...
- She leaned back against the rough brick wall and drew heavily on her cigarette, the smooth grey/blue smoke drifting up into the cool nighttime air. It had been a long slow night and it was getting late, so late it was almost early. She was thinking about turning in for the night when she saw him watching her from across the street. She smiled to herself; he looked like just her type. She dropped the half smoked cigarette onto the pavement and stamped it out with her red stiletto shoe. Pealing herself from the wall she wiggled her hips and pulled downwards on her obscenely short skirt, to little effect, nothing much was left to the imagination, but hey that's what the customers liked.
He saw her start to move his way and his mouth went suddenly dry. His heart beat faster as she sauntered across the empty road, her eyes never leaving his. Her tight black mini skirt hugged her slim figure and the white lacy blouse exposed just enough of her ample breasts to make him start to sweat. Her long slender legs soon ate up the road between them and he managed a short nervous smile. She stopped just short of him, produced a packet of cigarettes as if from no-where and asked him if he had a light. Fumbling in his pockets he brought out an old lighter and sparked it into life. She moved closer and, taking his hand in both of hers, bent to the flame. She smiled and thanked him, but they both knew that it was all a charade, a way to break the ice.
She didn't feel like messing around so she told him straight, what it was she was offering and just how much it would cost. She stood for a moment or two while he plucked up the courage to ask what he wanted, she could have made it easy for him, she knew what he was after, but why make it easy on him? She liked to see them squirm.
The man turned his back slightly and rummaged into the inside pocket of his coat. Turning back he handed her a small bunch of notes. She carefully counted the money, she didn't care that he saw, she's been stiffed to many times to give a shit about his feelings. Satisfied she rolled to notes up and slipped them into her all too small panties.
His legs began to tremble with excitement as she told him to follow her, and strode away down the road and into a long dark alleyway. Even though he knew no one cared he looked both ways before following her. She seemed to walk for an age before coming to a stop in the deepest darkest shadows. As soon as he joined her there she pushed him back against a wall, moved down to her knees and began to unzip his fly.
She didn't care about the grazes on her knees, she'd gotten used to that in time. She slipped one long fingered hand inside and gripped his already hard cock. She smiled inwardly, she liked it when the punters were ready for action, she hated to work at it for them. Pulling it from the warmth into the cold night air she start to kiss it gently, her ruby red lips caressing, teasing. He gasped at her first touch of her hand, and then again at the touch of her lips. He had to concentrate hard at the first touch of her tongue, which sent shivers up and down his spine.
She was good, he knew she would be, but he never expected anything like this. The sensations running through his body was like nothing he had ever felt before, even at it's best the sex with his wife was mediocre. He leaned back hard against the wall, his eyes shut tightly and his hands making fists down by his side (she'd told him no touching on any account) as he fought to keep control. If nothing else he wanted to get his money's worth.
Even if she said so herself she was really performing well. He wasn't to know that she wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more. She felt the hunger deep inside as she played expertly with her lips, her tongue and her teeth. She knew when to take it deep and when to take it slow. She intended to make it an experience of a lifetime, she owed him that much. Faster, then slower. Deeper, then shallow. Hearing his gasps and moans made her feel a warmth deep inside. They both knew that they would be getting what they wanted very soon...
His breathing was coming in short bursts, his legs began to shake quite violently, and he was close, so damn close. She worked ever harder, sucking greedily; the time was close...so very close. He was gasping now, loudly calling out a name, most likely his wife's she thought as she commenced her final assault. With a scream he reached his climax. At the same moment she too reached her peak. The hot liquid filled her mouth as she swallowed greedily, more and more it came. She took it all as he crumpled against the wall with a soft moan. Seconds passed so slowly as she satisfied her thirst.
Rising to her feet once more she straightened out her dishevelled clothing. Smoothing down her skirt and her blouse. Her tongue slide from her scarlet lips to lap at the small trickle of blood that was trying to escape, she wanted every drop. She looked down at the lifeless figure on the floor of the alleyway, his eyes were wide open, whether with shock or excitement she neither knew nor cared. He'd got what he'd paid for and she'd got what she needed. She turned and walked away, to her home, to sleep away the daylight hours until she could hunt once more...
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