Mothers and Daughters Ch. 10

Her face was a gooey mess as he had unloaded a copious amount. It was all over her face and her left eyelid was glued shut by his jism. It was an unreal sight to him but she was laughing in absolute delight. She had swallowed the cum she had directly initially captured in her mouth. With a finger she was scooping globs of cum together to taste and ingest as well. All the time she was assuring:

"Oh thank you, thank you Loren. I truly needed that. You don't know how much. Oh my you sure are tasty."

At this point, Vera's apparent enjoyment was unnerving Loren Hunt. His previous experiences would suggest that women, even those who have no objection to ingesting sperm, abhor having semen clinging to any part of their body never mind the face. So he quickly concluded there was something not quite right with Vera and he needed to get away. Making his apologies to Vera indicating he had business he had to attend to, he quickly got dressed to leave. Still thinking she was a prostitute, as he could not contemplate that anyone but a prostitute would act like Vera had, he dropped five one hundred dollar bills on a table in the room. He assumed she did not charge more and felt that what he left was sufficient that she would not be sending her pimp out to shake him down for more.

Vera was truly jubilant to have Loren's ejaculate splatter her face. The sexual occasion with Ebony and Michael had made her aware of the mental damage Dr Slaughter had done to her. She surmised that passage of time would heal her developed aversion to sex. But as time went on not only did she not heal but she had no inclination to have sex. The lesbian sex with her rugby teammates she did have had been enjoyable enough but she knew that was not the answer to her misery.

Upon the confirmation of Slaughter's death she sensed she had healed. To quell the memory of Slaughter's depravity she had deliberately demanded to have Loren's semen spurted onto her face to prove to herself she had indeed healed by actually enjoying and reveling in this kind of kinkiness. She therefore now knew she would no longer ever again have nightmares about the perversions inflicted upon her. Her demons were finally cast out by this fuck with Hunt.

Vera was a little mystified by the money left by Hunt. Vera was a little unsophisticated to discern correctly the reason. She guessed he left her the money to help pay for his usage of the room but surely $500 was too much. However she thought no more about it as she took another shower before dressing and returning to the bar. This day was looking better and better for her. Jack Stevens was on the lookout for Vera and immediately spotted her when she emerged from the elevator and headed for the bar. He followed her, determined to entrap her into admitting she was a prostitute so he could arrest her. Once she settled at her conspicuous table, he approached her:

"Hey! Need some company? Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure have a seat. Today I am in mood for just beer. I have been drinking Heineken Dark."

Jack took his seat and ordered two beers from the server. He introduced himself and engaged in some small talk. As he knew that she had registered as Vera Starikovich using a credit card to obtain her room he assumed that was her true name. Thus he was a little surprised when she introduced herself as such. Since he was convinced she was working as a prostitute he would have thought she would have used a pseudonym when dealing with him. After a few minutes of chatting and drinking their ordered beer, he decided to force the issue:

"OK Vera let's cut to the chase. How about we fuck?"

After the oblique way she had to finagle sex from Barney Crane she was relieved that Loren Hunt before and now this Jack Stevens did not beat around the bush in agreeing to sex. She appreciated their directness since after all that was what she was about for this day. So she replied:

"OK then big boy. Want to follow me to my room?"

Vera of course had no clue that her answer confirmed Steven's suspicion that she was a prostitute. From his point of view he was certain that any woman even one wishing for sex who was not a prostitute would feel insulted by such a bald uncouth proposition. Thus Jack continued to nail down her guilt:

"So do you do a blow job?"

"If you like."

"How about taking it in the ass?"

"If that's your preference."

"Well maybe we should just settle for an ordinary regular fuck."

"Whatever you say Jack. That will work as well; it's all good."

"So how much will it cost?"

Cost? What do you mean?"

At this point Jack Stevens was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that Vera was a professional call girl, but he noticed she was a bit vague with her answers. He believed she was being careful not to overtly solicit in case he might be a cop. So he asked:

"How much will it cost me? How much must I pay?"

"Pay? Why nothing. I already told you I have a room and it is already paid for."

"Yes of course but how much must I pay you to fuck you?"

"Don't you want to fuck me then?"

"Of course. All I want to know is what must I pay?"

"Well if you want to fuck me then I don't understand this talk about money. I mean it's not like we are having a date and you have to pay, although you did volunteer to pay for the beers we are having. Are you reneging on that now?"

"Look Vera I saw you accompany Loren Hunt presumably to your room a little while ago. I assume you fucked him. Did you not then fuck him?"

Vera was getting a little peeved by Jack's bold, intimate and none of his business type of questioning. Still she wanted to fuck him, as he was a much more handsome, and a virile young man compared to the fiftyish Crane and Hunt she had previously fucked. Thus she meekly replied:

"Have you been spying on me then Jack? And how do you know Loren Hunt? Are you a friend of his?"

"He is a wealthy Texas oil man and owns an NFL football team. It is my business to know prominent men."

"Oh is that so? And what would that business be?"

"You are avoiding the main question, Vera. Did you fuck Hunt then?"

"Well if you must know then yes I did fuck him. It is interesting to know that I was fucked by such an important man who owns an NFL team. Then again I have been fucked by an NFL quarterback but I need not boast about him."

"Well did Hunt pay you?"

"As a matter of fact he did leave $500 on the table as he exited my room."

"$500? Is that then what I must pay you?"

"Why would I want you to pay me $500?"

"So I could fuck you."

Finally Vera was getting the drift of Stevens' questioning and she retorted:

"Oh my God! You think I am a professional prostitute?"

"Don't be coy Vera! Just tell me how much you charge so we can get on with it."

"I know I have agreed to have sex with you but I am just as certain that I have not asked you to pay me as a condition for the agreed sex. What makes you think I am a prostitute?"

At this point Stevens cursed himself as he realized that Vera was correct on the technical point that she hadn't indeed blatantly demanded money for her services. Thus the testimony he could present in court would not be sufficient to obtain a conviction for solicitation. He also realized that Vera was now on guard and would not admit her guilt even though it was obvious in his mind that she was a high class hooker. He decided to switch his tactics and to at least ensure the hotel's reputation remains unsullied. So he replied:

"I have watched you all afternoon and I noticed that you also took Barney Crane presumably to your room. Do you deny that you fucked Barney? Did he not pay you? You have already admitted you fucked Loren Hunt and that he has paid you. So what do you say to that?"

"So you have been spying on me. Why is that? Are you a policeman or something?"

"I am the hotel's security chief and I must protect the reputation of the hotel. The Palmer House does not tolerate high price call girls plying their trade on its premises. So I must stop you. I was going to have you arrested but I'll give you a break. If you leave quietly nothing bad will happen to you."

"So you are not going to fuck me after all? Don't you want to?"

"Of course Vera I wouldn't mind fucking you. You certainly are a delicious good looking woman but I cannot afford your fees."

Vera had the impression she was going to get nowhere in trying to convince Stevens she was not a professional prostitute. She could kick herself for admitting that Hunt had in essence given her $500, as she realized that would be suspicious to almost anyone.

So she checked out as he hung around her to ensure she would leave the hotel. She lost interest in further sex for the day and returned home. She finished celebrating Slaughter's death by returning to the Excalibur St house and drinking a bottle of gin in her room.