Authors: Violet Blue
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Anthologies (Multiple Authors), #Erotica, #Romance, #Contemporary
Sweet Danger (13 page)
But I also notice the patrons whispering, pointing at me. I notice the kitchen help, beautiful brown-skinned boys with wide shoulders, filling water glasses and pointing at me, bending close to mutter comments to each other while looking right at me. One busboy in particular fills my water glass every time I take a sip. He looks at me and smiles, his eyes filled with lust. And I notice our waiter, looking at me salaciously with mingled contempt and desire.
And I notice you leaning forward over the table, feeding me chocolate cake for dessert, a tiny forkful at a time. Each bite makes me wish it was you in my mouth.
After you’ve paid the bill, you reach across the table and leave a hotel key card in a paper sleeve with a room number on it.
“I’m going to the room,” you tell me. “Have a drink at the bar and meet me at the room. But don’t come down for at least an hour. I’ll be there all night, so take your time.”
“You’ll…you’ll leave our tab open? I…I don’t have any money,” I say apologetically.
You shake your head. “No,” you tell me. “I’ve already closed it out.”
“Then…how can I get a drink?” My voice is quivering, half from arousal, half from fear. I’m terrified of what you have in store for me, but my clit is pulsing with anticipation. This humiliation is agony, but I swear if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to come spontaneously, without ever touching my clit.
You lean forward and smile, pointing with your finger. “See that man at the bar?” you ask me.
I glance over; there’s a gray-haired man, perhaps sixty, dressed in an expensive suit. He’s sitting alone, sipping whiskey from a highball glass. He’s looking at me hungrily, not even caring that you’ve noticed him.
“Do you see him?” you ask me.
“Yes,” I say, my eyes locked on the gray-haired man.
“You’re going to get him to buy you a drink,” you tell me. “And you’re going to pay him back for it. Every time he offers you another drink, you’ll accept it and finish it quickly. Within ten minutes. If he buys you one drink, you’ll get him alone and give him a hand job. And let him come on your tits.”
“Oh, God,” I whimper. “You must be joking….”
“Not at all,” you say. “I’m dead serious. If he buys you two drinks, you’ll suck his cock and let him fuck you. And stroke him off onto your face when he’s ready to go. Three drinks…”
You lean closer, smiling, looking into my horrified, humiliated face, knowing the effect your words are having on my aching cunt.
“Three drinks?” I whisper in a small, frightened voice.
“Three drinks, and he gets to fuck you in the ass,” you tell me.
I shiver.
“What if he doesn’t want to?” I ask.
“Come now,” you say. “He’s a man. All you have to do is ask him, and I’m sure he’ll put his cock in whatever hole you offer.”
“How…how?” is all I can say.
“You’re a talented girl. You know about the birds and the bees.”
“Where am I supposed to take him?”
“Perhaps he has a room,” you tell me. “Or perhaps you can do him in the hallway, like any other whore. He looks like he’s got money, darling. I hope you brought some lube.”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t bring anything.”
“Then I hope you’re good and turned on by the time he puts it in your ass,” you tell me. “I guess you didn’t bring a condom either.”
I shake my head again. “Nothing. You told me not to bring anything.”
You chuckle. “I did, did I? Well, then, no condom. I guess you really should know about the birds and the bees by the time the evening is over. Men always prefer the feel of a naked pussy—or asshole. So I’m sure he’ll appreciate it when you let him fuck you bare.”
You get up from the table, bend over, and kiss me on the cheek.
“At least an hour, darling,” you tell me. “But take your time. If he wants to fuck you all night, I’ll be waiting. And as soon as he finishes with you, come to my room ready for more. I’m sure you’ll just be getting warmed up.”
You leave me there, panting, my face red. The busboys are eyeing me, particularly the one who has just appeared to fill my water glass. His arm brushes my nipple as he bends over, and I don’t pull away. I’m too confused, too excited. I can smell his sharp sweat. I look over to the bar and see the man you’ve picked out for me. Thirty years older than me, if he’s a day. He’s leering at me openly.
Weakly, I smile at him.
I walk over on trembling legs and sit down next to him. He looks at me hungrily. Not knowing what to do with the key card clutched in my hand—of course I don’t have any pockets—I lay it on the bar in front of me, making a mental note that under no circumstances can I let myself forget it.
The bartender appears in front of me, his face twisted in a look of disgust. He must be thinking I’m like any high-class hotel whore, working the restaurant.
“Can I get you something?” he sneers.
“I…I need a moment to decide,” I say.
The bartender disappears and the man next to me leans close. “Hi,” he says to me. “Here alone?”
I take a deep breath, barely able to speak. I can feel tears forming in my eyes. A little sob grabs my throat when I try to say something.
I cover up for it quickly, speaking in a tormented voice, plainly edging toward tears.
“I am now,” I tell the man. “My boyfriend just broke up with me.”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“Erica,” I tell him.
“Erica, I’m Hal. Let me buy you a drink.”
“I shouldn’t,” I say. “I shouldn’t drink after a shock like that.”
“Sure you should,” Hal tells me, waving the bartender over. “Beautiful girl like you, first thing you need to do is have some fun. Get him back for being a careless bastard. I can’t believe he’d let a girl like you go.” He gestures at the bartender. “Mike, let’s get this girl a whiskey sour. Whiskey sour, Erica?”
“That’d be fine,” I say, my eyes glistening with tears of fright. That’s one drink. I’m going to give him a hand job.
“And make it extra-strong,” says Hal under his breath, leaning close to Mike the bartender, perhaps thinking he’s speaking quietly enough that I can’t hear. “She’s having a rough night.” His eyes lock in on my exposed nipple, and he licks his lips.
“One whiskey sour,” says the bartender, leering at me contemptuously.
One drink. I’m going to stroke his cock. I’m going to jerk him off. I’m going to pump him until he comes on my tits. My clit throbs painfully against the bar stool.
The drink comes and I gulp it desperately while Hal tries to make small talk. He wants to know more details about the break up.
“He…he wants to see other people,” I say. “He…he says I can’t…can’t satisfy him.”
“Oh, now, that’s a shame. He must be crazy. Pretty girl like you, I’m sure you have a healthy libido. Want a refill on that?”
I want to say no. I want to refuse the drink, run to you, hide in your arms. But you’ve ordered me to accept, to take Hal’s liquor and let him do what he wants to me. To let him get me drunk and fuck me with increasing intimacy depending on how drunk he gets me. I know I have to say yes. I know I have to let Hal buy me as many drinks as he wants, and for each drink, his cock will invade a new part of my body. This is the second drink. It means I’m going to suck his cock and let him fuck me. And when he’s ready to come, I’m going to jerk him off on my face.
My voice quavers as I try to speak. I clear my throat. “Yes,” I manage to croak, already feeling the heady effects of the whiskey mingling with the wine from dinner. “I’ll have another.”
Mike mixes another whiskey sour while Hal tells me he’s single. I know he’s lying, but I don’t care. I know I can’t refuse him. The least he’s going to get, now, is my mouth, clamped around his cock. My face, presented to him for defilement. His come, shooting all over me. I can already feel hot streams hitting me. The humiliation makes me turn deep red, my body flushing hot. I can feel my cunt pulsing between my tightly closed thighs.
“Drink up, darling.”
I try to make it last, but I can’t. I’m so nervous every time I take a sip it turns into a gulp. By the time the ice rattles in the glass, I can feel I’m getting drunk. The whiskey is enveloping my head, taking me over. When I’m finished, Hal doesn’t even ask. He just waves Mike over and orders another for me.
Three drinks. He can do whatever he wants to me—fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass.
“Thank you,” I say. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you, letting you buy me all these drinks.”
Hal chuckles. “Oh, I can afford it,” he says. “And from the looks of it, you can too.” His eyes rivet to my exposed nipple as he says it.
The whiskey sour goes quickly while Hal describes what a romantic he is. The right way to treat a woman. Make her feel special. I can smell the scent of Hal’s body, the aroma of his sweat. I glance down at his crotch and see that his cock is halfway hard. He’s leaning closer to me as he talks. His hand is on my thigh, up above the top of my stockings, past where the garters clip to the gossamer fabric. His fingers creep up under the hem of my dress. My flesh tingles as he touches me. I let my legs slip slightly open, and his fingers creep up still further—a planned invasion disguised as a casual, friendly gesture.
I’m going to spread my legs and feel his cock, naked, raw, latex-free, sliding into my pussy. I’m going to feel him hump into me, fuck me until he comes inside me. I’m going to go back down to your hotel room with Hal’s come leaking out of my cunt. I find myself leaning against Hal, my hand grazing his thigh. When I shift slightly, I feel the press of his cock, half-hard against my palm. One hand creeps further up my dress, stroking my thighs. His other hand is on my arm, gripping me, steadying me from my drunken sway on the bar stool—or making sure I can’t get away.
He thinks I don’t see. He thinks I don’t see him as he takes his hand from my thigh, reaches into his jacket pocket, turns away with a pill bottle in his hand. He tries to play it casual as he pops off the top, shakes two pills onto the bar, picks them up and washes them down with his straight bourbon, then tucks the bottle back into his jacket.
“Vitamins,” he tells me. “Have to take them every day.”
But I’ve seen it—seen the shape of the pills in his hand, just before he popped them. That telltale blue pill, diamondshaped. He knows I’m going to let him fuck me.
He smiles, lifting his glass. “Here’s a toast to you, Erica. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”
The fantasy requires that I be reluctant, but now I’m so turned on I couldn’t stop myself even if I really did want to. I’ve let my hand drift up to Hal’s crotch, let my fingers curve around the shaft of his cock through his pants. The pills have made him hard all the way—hard, and large. He’s got quite a big cock, and I know where I’m going to take it.
The final marker has been passed. As I finish my drink, he puts his fingers gently on my face and turns me toward him. I part my lips. Hal kisses me, his tongue forcing its way whiskey-sweet into my mouth, his hand moving down to mine and pressing it hard against the shaft of his cock. His other hand, around my back, pulls me close and slides up to grip my hair. He holds me tight as he forces my hand against his cock. His lips come off of mine and I pant, feeling as if I’m on a merry-go-round. My cunt aches as I lean forward to press it against the bar stool. Hal is going to fuck me. He’s going to fuck me in all three of my holes.
“See what you’ve done to me?” he whispers. “Let’s go somewhere, Erica. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I’m breathing hard, gasping for air.
All I can do is nod.
Hal tosses a twenty on the bar, stands me up. He steadies me with his arm around my shoulders, his hand gripping my wrist tightly. His suit jacket brushes my nipples through the thin dress. Everyone in the restaurant looks at us as he walks me toward the door.
Moving down the long hotel corridor, I lean against him, unable to stand on my own. I can feel the wetness of my pussy dripping down my thighs. I try to keep them pressed together, but I’m already tottering on my high heels.
“Do—do you have a room?” I ask.
“No,” he says, “but I know a nice romantic stairwell. A whore like you doesn’t rate an expensive hotel room, anyway. No wonder your boyfriend dumped you.”
Hal opens a heavy fire door and shoves me through. I stumble down half a flight. Hal grabs my arm and shoves me to my knees. I feel my stockings ripping as Hal grips my hair and tangles his fingers in it. He’s got his pants open in an instant and before I know it he’s leaning back against the wall, dragging me forward and forcing my mouth down onto his cock.
A surge goes through me as I taste it. The second I feel his hard cock in my mouth, all I feel is the hunger for cock that led me here tonight in the first place.
“Oh, yeah,” says Hal. “Your boyfriend dumped you because you were a little cocksucker. You’re good at it, too. How many cocks did you suck while you were going out with him, anyway? Just a drink or two and you’re down on your knees, Erica. You’re cheaper than the cheapest whore. You would have sucked me if I hadn’t bought you
any
drinks, wouldn’t you?”
any
drinks, wouldn’t you?”
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