Recession Blues Ch. 06

"She is something," she heard Mike say to Dave conversationally behind her in the main room. She was watching their friend who was on his back on the bed, arms spread wide, stomach wobbling as Hilary rode him, her arms so wide as she braced over his gut that she seemed to be draped over him. Without really thinking about it, Ann pushed up from the window sill and padded into the plushly appointed suite. As she got closer, she thought for a moment that Craig had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She realized a moment later that instead, the man was not even hard, his penis curled beneath Hilary as her friend struggled to get him excited. Smiling to herself, Ann moved up onto the bed.

The first her friend was aware that she had help was as Ann's nose met the band of skin between Hilary's pucker and pussy. Hilary gasped, arching up to look back, even as Ann pressed her lips against Craig's doubled over, condom clad shaft. She pursed her lips, sucking at the underside, then ran her tongue along the latex. She was dimly aware of the man grunting—he had noticed something was different. And then in the next moment he began to get hard. Murmuring, the sound of her voice additional stimulation, Ann slurped the still soft head into her mouth as it lifted off of the man's thigh. She paused every few strokes, licking the underside again, then licking at Hilary's splayed labia.

Ann dipped her head to lick and suck at the man's scrotum as his erection was complete. At the same time she used her hand, bringing the bulbous tip against her friend's sex. Hilary moaned theatrically when he managed to actually push into her lubricated sex. Ann continued alternately licking and nipping at the shaft of his cock and then teasing his scrotum again. She continued pausing frequently, tonguing her friend's parted labia. She tasted lubricant, and wondered when Hilary had taken the time to do that.

She was aware that Hilary was talking to Craig, but could not hear what was being said, so she was surprised when her friend did not keep riding the swollen cock, lifting up and pivoting to the side away from the suite's main door. Wheezing, the obese business man pushed up, looking over the hill of his belly at Ann who was crouched at the foot of the king sized bed.

"He wants you, honey," Hilary pushed her lower lip out in a feigned pout, "They all want you." Ann giggled.

"It's OK, I want you," she told her friend, who dimpled prettily, even as Ann began to move up, prepared to ride Hilary's partner as the redhead had a few minutes before. Sausage thick fingers caught her shoulder, soft but more than enough to stop her motion.

"Nah," Mike's eyes never left Ann as he pushed himself up on the bed, "I want you under me, you sexy little slut." Ann pushed back away, and as the obese older man shifted to set his feet on the floor, she moved languidly up, pressing her body against his.

"Do you want me like this?" she asked staying on her hands and knees, twitching her ass invitingly. He shook his head, and she obediently rolled onto her back, left hand teasing over his bare side, but he was turned so she could not reach his cock. She wondered if he was getting soft again. He turned again, moving onto his knees on the bed, as she lay waiting for him. She was relieved when she saw that he was indeed still hard. She came up onto her elbows as the older man huffed, scooting closer, between her spread thighs. The latex encased head of his cock dipped in and out of sight beneath his pannus. He had heaved each heavy knee closer before she was able to catch hold of him with her hand again. She left her thumb curled over the top of his shaft, wanking what she could, tugging at the end of each stroke, urging him closer.

The pressure of his knees pushed her legs wider still, and then he leaned over her... collapsed, she worried, barely catching himself over her body. The movement was enough; Ann guided him into her wet and waiting sex. He shivered as he pushed up into her, his excitement palpable. He began to thrust at her rapidly, his entire body seeming to roll at the tempo he set, skin enveloping Ann from her breasts to her upper thighs. She realized with some alarm that she was helpless beneath him, pinned in place. His sweat slicked skin went on shifting, staying in contact over her entire torso. The sensation on her nipples, matching the sense of his erection pushing in and out, was delicious. He was too immense for her hands to reach his ass to spur him on, and her thighs were too wide to effectively lift her knees. Craig's face loomed close, heavy beads of sweat gathering, his eyes open, staring down into hers with an intensity that made her shiver.

Trying to spur him on, Ann let her eyes go half closed, head falling back. Her arms had been pressed flat against the mattress with his initial lunge, and instead of flapping uselessly at his side, she reached out, grabbing the sheets, balling her fists, and moaning theatrically, shivering beneath him. He smiled, and seemed to want to say something, but did not have the breath to speak. A drop of his sweat broke from his nose, and Ann tilted her head, wickedly catching it on her tongue, then licking her lips, tilting her pelvis as much as she could, trying to meet his thrusts.

He went still then, and she knew that he was cumming. She twitched and moaned once more, then went slack, aware of the weight of him pushing on her so relentlessly as he held himself against her, his breath loud in her ears. She worried he might pass out. There was a momentary pain as he heaved to his left, the pressure on the front of her right hip increasing until she nearly whimpered. The big man levered himself out of her, off of her body. The bed shook as he collapsed beside her. Ann lay still, smiling at the knowledge she had gotten the man excited, and had given him such pleasure. She rolled up, meaning to nestle against him while they awaited Mal's return. Craig's beefy arm dropped onto her shoulders, sausage thick fingers patting her bare breast affectionately, not groping at her the way she was sure Dave would in the manufacturer's position.

"It was good, little slut?" he murmured, seeming self conscious of the others hearing. Ann nodded her head.

"Mm-hmmm," she assured him honestly, "It was as if you were fucking my entire body." Craig smiled broadly. She ran her fingers through the sparse graying hair on his chest, "This is nice, but maybe I should clean up some." He shrugged, hand lifting off of her breast, and Ann sat up, seeing his spent still condom clad cock, resting against his thigh. "You want me to take care of that?" she murmured. Craig lifted his head, staring at his body as if somehow surprised he was naked on the bed with her. He shook his head.

"Naw, you've already taken care of that," he gave a wan smile, "And thank you for doing that." Ann leaned over pecking him on the cheek, and then stood. She was a little surprised Hilary was not watching or taking part. And she was a little surprised that the man's friends were not there to applaud Craig's performance. The men had some sport on the big television though, and were paying no attention to anything else.

Ann felt a little anxiety when she did not see Hilary in the main room. Conscious that she was naked, she quietly collected her clothes where they lay by the window and hurried into the bathroom. Hilary came out as she reached the door, fully dressed.

"I thought we were going to have some more fun," Ann pouted quietly. Hilary blinked, then shook her head.

"You really are insatiable," she looked over Ann's shoulder, "You really got the old goat off?" Ann nodded proudly.

"Mal said he'll be back." Hilary shrugged.

"Well, I'm not standing around naked waiting," her friend huffed. Ann giggled at the mental image.

"Even if I make it worth your while?" she leaned forward, kissing her friend briefly. Hilary rolled her eyes, but as Ann shrugged and stepped past her into the bathroom, the more experienced dancer swatted Ann's ass playfully. The married dancer closed the door, surprised Hilary had not, and set about straightening out her clothes. She sat down to empty her bladder before getting dressed, and then realizing that her body was damp with her own and the men's sweat she reached across to start the shower. Hilary was back in the room before Ann could flush.

"What are you doing?" the red head whispered forcefully. Ann looked at her in confusion.

"Uhm... taking a shower?" she said. Hilary shook her head.

"You weren't serious about waiting for Mal?" she asked, staring incredulously as Ann nodded, still confused. "We don't have time for that," she hissed, "I have to work," she checked her watch, adding absently, "They didn't pay for a girlfriend experience." Ann blinked.

"They didn't what?" she stammered, "Girlfriend experience?" Hil nodded. The awful reality began to dawn on Ann. "Wait," she clutched at the sink with one hand, "These... I thought these were your friends." It was Hilary's turn to be confused.

"What?" she snorted, shaking her head, "I've never met them before," she assured Ann, "Although you were so good I wouldn't doubt that they want us regularly."

"They're not friends of Jacen?" Ann asked desperately. Hilary snorted.

"They're his friends so long as they pay for his services," the red head turned the shower off, "We're done, Ann. Let's go shop some before I have to get to work." Ann blinked at her friend.

"But I'm... I'm covered in... I..." She wondered if she might throw up. She desperately wanted to shower. "I thought..." She blushed, was she really about to tell her friend she thought they had been having sex for fun instead of as prostitutes? She grabbed at her clothes, nearly tearing the lingerie as she rushed to get it on, followed by the dress. She checked herself in the mirror. Was that really what a prostitute looked like? She shivered, horrified that she had enjoyed selling herself to strangers. Hilary caught her hand.

"C'mon," she urged, "I don't want to deal with the smarmy one trying to get a freebie or a direct number." Still holding hands, the women went across the main room. None of the men paid them any attention, but suddenly that did not seem so strange, Ann thought—their job was done, after all. She was carrying her heels, and stopped in the hallway, wishing she had put them on in the bathroom. It embarrassed her someone might see her barefoot—or putting her heels on—and know what she had been doing.

Walking down the hall, Ann found herself eyeing the crowd in the lobby with new insight. Had the mayor... She shuddered, certain he had thought of her as a pro. None of the people milling about interrupted them, and the elevator was mercifully on the floor when they arrived. Hil led the way, punching the floor number then preening as she eyed her reflection in the mirrored walls. Ann wiped at her eyes, trying to hide her distress.

"You were amazing," Hil gushed, paying Ann no mind, "I mean, I might as well not have been there." Ann blushed, shaking her head.

"Hil," she paused, "I... I had no idea..." She stopped, embarrassed. Fresh tears spilled and she ignored them.

"You had no idea what... Ann?" Hilary had finally turned, and saw the married dancer's anguished face. "What's wrong?" Ann shook her head.

"I'm so stupid," she took a shaking breath, "I... I had no idea we were going to be..."

"You said you were going to be working!" Hil argued, her own distress rising, "I asked."

"I thought you meant dancing," Ann retorted, "I'd told Les I would keep working a shorter schedule."

"Wait, wait," Hil waved her hands, "You were going to quit?" Ann shook her head.

"Tom got a job. We want to have kids. So I was going to quit. But then Jacen and I... And Jacen and Billy and you and I... And... And," An could not bring herself to admit what else she had done, "And I wanted to keep... I told Les I would keep working."

"But if you... I mean you know what Jacen and Les expect of us..." Ann nodded jerkily. Hil sagged visibly in relief. "So how is this a surprise?" Ann blinked at her.

"This?" she waved her hand at the elevator, "This isn't the club. It isn't blowing a guy in the privates." Hil snorted.

"You thought that's all they want us to do?" Ann nodded. "So you... this was all just... you didn't know this was a job." Ann nodded again. The elevator chimed, having reached the ground floor. "Well shit, Ann," Hilary shook her head, "If you would have done it for kicks, why be torn up that we got paid?" Ann followed her friend off of the elevator, wiping her eyes furiously, trying to find an answer. The other dancer paused at the front desk, demanding Ann give her the parking slip, which she somehow got validated before leading the way back into the garage and Ann's RAV.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, anyway," the red head told Ann as she paid the parking attendant, making Ann tense and glare at her. Hil laughed, but did not continue until the window was up and they had merged into traffic. "You weren't just putting on a show?" Ann blushed, shaking her head. "Damn, girl. That's hot."

"You weren't getting off?"

"Shit, the last guy was basically dry humping me, that was a chore, making it seem like I was enjoying it."

"I did enjoy that," Ann argued, "No he wasn't huge... I don't know that he was as deep as Tom fucks me, but..." she blushed, "I wasn't faking it."

"So you're a natural, then," the read head praised, "I mean it, Ann... If you enjoy sex that much, why get all teary over profiting from it."

"For one thing because I should only be having sex with Tom," Ann argued. Hil snorted.

"So if Jacen is in the doorway when we get back and invites you in for a quickie you're gonna say 'no'?" Ann bit her lip, because just the thought of it happening had her getting wet. "And dressed like that..." Hil continued, eyeing Ann up and down, "I'd do you."

"No you wouldn't," Ann complained, "You went into the bathroom and got dressed." Hil giggled.

"Tell you what," she said, "I'll come over later this week and we can spend the day having fun." Ann nodded, smiling for the first time since she had realized what they had been doing.

"I'd like that," she admitted.

"So we're okay, then?" Hil seemed anxious that Ann not be angry. Ann nodded.

"I'm sorry... I should have known you wouldn't be having social orgies." She turned onto the same street as the club, part of her desperately hoping Jacen would be in the doorway when they pulled in. "But we were having such fun, and Mal was... Mal was amazing."

"Trust me, Ann," Hil raised a finger to emphasize her point, "You'll get more great cock working for Jacen and Les than if you were just trolling for cock in the clubs."

"But I'm not trolling for cock," Ann insisted. Hil shrugged.

"No, I guess not. But from where I sit you sure look hooked on the black snake." Ann blushed, but she did not argue. "We're cutting it close if you want to shower before work," Hilary pointed out.

"I'm not on again until Wednesday," Ann said, to Hilary's obvious amazement.

"So it's a good thing you got your fix today, then," the red head teased, "Or you might kill your husband tonight." Ann smiled at the thought. "Not to mention you might start a riot with a performance." Ann rolled her eyes at that, then found herself looking into the parking lot hopefully as she turned in. Was Jacen's bike parked at the back? "Here's fine," Hilary gestured to the drop off, at the front of the building, "You can get on your way sooner so you can clean up before hubby gets home." Ann nodded her appreciation, turning back to the left. A moment later Hil had jumped out of the car, but not before leaning over to kiss Ann full on the lips, murmuring, "Thanks for the assist today," before she had opened the door.

Ann reentered traffic, a little anxious as she checked the clock that Tom would be home first. And wondering if he would notice if he tried to have sex before she could clean up—would he know how she had spent her afternoon. Tears threatened again, her mind a roil of conflicting emotions. Would she rather be a slut than a whore? How had she become such a slut? How could she stop it... and did she really want to...

Coming next... VII: Singing the Blues

Author's Note: More to come, gang, both for Sharon and Ann. Hope it's been a safe and fun summer for everyone. And as ever, I look forward to your comments, criticisms, concerns, and suggestions...