I sat in a room with a shop window and looked at the street without much enthusiasm. The night was in full swing, and I still didn’t have a single client: there were only bikers in the bar who were not interested in anything except Chelsea’s dance, and a couple of workers from the port who saw nothing but beer. To top it all off it began to rain heavily, which did not foretell a single guest.

Suddenly, I heard some rustling, and the bed creaked upstairs. After a couple of minutes, Chelsea moans were heard. It seems that one of the devoted fans, finally took it off and fried it now in a room on the second floor.

- Oh, yes, fuck me, honey! Fuck your huge dick!

Chelsea obviously went for a big tip. I envy her!

I glanced around my room: a red upholstery, a red armchair, slightly tinted glass, and a lonely lamp, which gave an exciting look not to the most presentable room. Here is a workplace.

I sighed heavily, and then I noticed that a car stopped in front of the house. Soon two people came out of it in jackets with biker stripes, one of whom walked briskly to the door of the bar. I immediately took the most seductive look and even waved to him, but he did not even look in my direction.

His friend, seemingly young, stayed by the car. Looking around, he noticed a visor nearby and hastily dived under it. A couple of minutes passed, and the light of a cigarette caught fire in the dark.

Must be the car guard. For a moment, I even wondered what was so valuable about her, but I quickly dismissed those thoughts. The less you know the better you sleep.

Chelsea upstairs continued to moan as if all the guests of the restaurant fucked her at once. It flatters clients, but I am at least some kind of entertainment.

Soon her client will finish, she will take his money, put herself in order and return to the stage to the pole. It flattered the customers too: I heard that many guests liked to watch her twist her ass, which a dick had been fucking a minute ago. Probably they will fill themselves with, that from an energetic dance sperm will fly in different directions.

I imagined this picture, but did not even have time to smile, as the door opened quietly behind my back.

I turned around and saw him - a middle-aged bald man in a strict business suit with a red tie. The suit got wet in the rain, but it still looked very stylish. It must be that the owner of such a suit will always have money.

“Hi, handsome,” I smiled seductively.

But the handsome was stern and unfazed. His gray eyes were looking at me coldly, and I could not understand what was wrong with that look.

“The guy near that car is my friend,” he said coldly and calmly, and his voice seemed more pleasant to me. - Maybe you can entertain him?

“I can entertain any man who is not fifty,” I immediately joked.

- He is in good shape. Let him enjoy ... You can not hurry.

He barely noticeably raised an eyebrow, but this did not change a bit his stern image. But the notes that appeared in his hand, dressed in an expensive glove, immediately made him open and kind.

“Your friend will be beside himself with happiness,” I winked at him, and the notes immediately moved under the elastic of her panties.

The little idea didn’t bother the bald one, so I immediately walked out into the street, having decided not to offer him to wait his turn. Wants - he will come, right?

The music was rattling in the hall, and bikers were sitting in chairs in front of the stage. But so far no one has danced, and while waiting for the performance in sips bikers sipped beer from large bottles.

Glancing at the two laborers at the far end of the hall, I went outside.

The client smoked under the visor and did not yet suspect that he was my client. A quick run I got to the visor and finally got close to it.

- Hi, handsome - I immediately smiled.

The guy really was quite young and somewhat likable. He even somehow lost his head, barely saw me.

And I understood him! A black belt skirt, behind which were visible red thongs, a red transparent topic, which almost did not hide my impressive chest, black fishnet stockings and transparent stripes adopted in our establishment. To add to this healthy earrings, the same healthy bracelet on his left hand, a tattoo on his belt and a stupidly fucking make-up on his face, and the reason for the young man’s embarrassment became clear as a clear sunny day.

However, the unexpectedly protruding pants told me that no matter what, I liked him.

“How about some fun?” - I said, and slowly with pleasure licked myself.

- Well ... I ... - the guy was confused.

- What? - I stretched out temptingly. - A few minutes in the company of a charming lady have not hurt anyone.

The guy looked around uncertainly, but I did not give him time to think. Grabbing his hand, I immediately attracted him.

A couple of meters away was a cozy alley where it never rained, but it was light and very private. From time to time I used to come here with clients when I didn’t want to work in a bar, so I knew this place very well.

As soon as we were here, I playfully pushed the guy against the brick wall and immediately sat down at his feet. With a sharp movement, she unzipped her fly and after a moment took out his noticeably swollen member. He was a little sticky and very hot — I could almost feel his heat in my face. And when I grabbed his trunk, he nicely lay in my hand.

The guy barely noticeably flinch when I began to nadrachivat this member. I did not hurry, smoothly and methodically moved my hand, trying to remember its shape, to feel it from the base to the very head.

With each movement, he swelled and grew stronger. Soon his head gleamed from the grease that had protruded at the very tip, and from this, the skin slid over the intense flesh, the skin peeled pleasantly.

- So big! - I stretched in admiration. - For a long time I have not seen such excellent giants!

The guy wanted to say something, but he heard only an excited sigh.

Of course, he was far from being a giant, but little flattery on my part has always excited customers. Therefore, in a trembling voice, I whispered: “I can’t help myself ...” - and immediately took it.

His cock was in my mouth, I felt the salty taste of his lubricant, felt his swollen head. As soon as my lips closed on her, this member seems to have swollen to the limit.

- Oh, yes, baby ... - said the guy, and slightly swayed.

Without forcing myself to wait, I put my hands on his hips and began to suck greedily. My lips slid quickly, assertively, as if it were the last term on earth, and I should enjoy it as quickly as possible.

I caressed his head, sucking on it like a lollipop, twisting at the base with my lips, while my tongue tickled his bridle. Then she began to slide over her, then grasping her completely, then sliding to the very end and kissing her playfully. My head swayed rhythmically, and I knew that every client likes to look at it.

- Deeper, baby ... - the guy stretched out in a trembling voice, and I could not refuse him this request.

Also, rhythmically shaking my head, I began to swallow his penis, with each movement deeper and deeper. Now my lips slid off the head along its trunk, marking every vein. With a tongue, I felt his swollen urethra and how it tickled her. I sighed sweetly when a member plunged into my mouth, and moaned when the head again touched the tip of my tongue.

I was so carried away that I didn’t notice how loudly my squishs began to squish. It seems, add me the tempo, and in the bar they will hear someone having fun with me.

With a wet sob, the member left my mouth, and I began, like an ice cream, to lick it.

“I can hardly take it,” I breathed heavily, I said, looking the guy in the eye.

- You are doing well ... Baby ... - smiling excitedly, ...