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worry, we’ll be back to fuck all of you too,” I said with a wink, sashaying up the staircase. “At Immaculate Perception you get what you pay for.”
    Those idiots stood down there cheering like they’d won the megalottery.
    Making my way to the Presidential Suite on the third floor, I entered a room so dark I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.
    “I swear, the more money these guys pay, the stranger they are.” Sometimes I wished I had normal johns like the other girls instead of servicing the highest-paying clients.
    I tapped the light switch. “Oh, shit.” This was a first. That fool had a black satin bag over his head gathered with a drawstring around his neck with a hat on his head. Two tiny holes were cropped so close all I saw were his dark pupils. Probably some preacher or deacon from my parents’ church or a big-time baller with a wife and kids.
    “I want you to dance for me,” he said, reclining on the sofa while setting the white fedora next to him. Fingering his single-breasted jacket with one hand, he opened his white jacket, spreading his long-lean thighs, then massaged the crotch of his white pants.
    Pressing the power button on the remote, I turned on the music and began swaying slowly in the space in front of him. Biting the tip of my nail, I lowered my gaze, then moaned, “Mmmm. I can’t wait to taste you.” Gliding my fingers over his slick bag, I wanted to yank it off.
    “Don’t touch my head, bitch. Just do as I say.”
    Relinquishing my kryptonite in exchange for my salary, I seductively straddled his lap, rotating my ass on his hard dick. “Tell me how hot you’d like me.”
    Sliding my thong to the side, he released his dick from behind the zipper and rubbed the head on my ass. I prayed, Not another night of anal penetration.
    “Turn around. I want you on your knees, bitch. And I want you to take all of this dick,” he said, squeezing his shaft at the base, then continued, “inside your hot mouth. I miss you, baby.”
    Whatever, freak.
    Kneeling before him, I reached for the gold and black condom packet on the coffee table.
    “Uh-uh. That’s not how we do it. I want to feel you,” he said, stroking his engorged head on my glossy lips.
    Leaning my forehead into his stomach, I began licking, spitting, and groaning while working my hand up and down his shaft. Proudly I’d learned how to master giving a blowjob without letting them cum in my mouth.
    He pulled my hair, lifting my head. “I said suck my dick. And lick my balls. I want it all. You’re not clever, bitch. I want you hotter than a summer day in July. I paid fifty thousand dollars for five hours and I want you all to myself all night long. I want to feel my dick against your esophagus and I want you to swallow every drop of my cum. I’m gonna fuck you doggy-style, upside down, and I’m saving that swing over there for last or maybe I’ll have you put those hot stones in my ass, then fuck the shit out of you on the balcony so everyone in North Las Vegas can hear you scream while I shoot this cream up your ass. I’m your daddy now, bitch. You do as I say.”
    Sadly enough I was immune to the profanity as it was part of many men’s fantasy to call a woman a bitch while having their dick sucked.
    Hmm, North Las Vegas, that’s where I lived off Martin Luther King and Ann Road. They say most accidents happen within a one-mile radius of your home. Was I passing where I worked on my way to the strip?
    Hmm, there was something about the way he said “summer” that made me think of my sister. Five fucking hours? So much for me helping out Onyx. This was gonna be one long-ass night. I knew what to do to his ass.
    “Mmmm,” I moaned, softly, kissing his plump head oozing with precum. “You have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.”
    “Then lick it, bitch,” he said, palming the back of my head.
    “Like this?” I said, twirling my tongue around his balls. “Or like this?” I asked, slowly trailing a line