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(She's a Whore, continued...)

“What was it like, doing it for real the first time?” you ask, intrigued.

Lucy hesitates. “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this.”

“Go on.”

“Okay. The first time was a bit of a test run. There was this guy at work, a contractor. I could tell he wanted me. He was always looking at me, trying to talk to me. I was never interested in him, until I started thinking about what it would be like if I sold myself to him. I found the idea really exciting. So I made him a proposal.”

You shake your head in disbelief at her risky behavior. “Really Lucy? You told a guy at your workplace that you’d fuck him for money?”

“It kinda sounds bad when you put it like that. But I needed a test run with someone, and I knew he’d be up for it.”

“You could’ve asked me!” you blurt.

She smiles. “Really? Sean, I had no idea you felt that way. You would’ve done it?”

“In a heartbeat,” you admit. It feels good to finally tell her how you feel.

She seems taken aback. “Wow, Sean is into me. You know what, maybe I would’ve chosen you if I had known.”

This makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Until you realize that it would’ve just been a transaction for her. You want to ask if she’d ever contemplate fucking you for free, but right now you’re too scared of what the answer would probably be.

“So, how did it turn out with that guy?” you prompt, steering the subject away from your unrequited feelings for her.

“Oh yeah, right. Well, it took a while to work up my courage, but one day I found him alone in the stairwell. I told him that I knew he liked me, but that I had a boyfriend. Then I said that if he could keep it a secret, he could fuck me right then and there for fifty bucks. One time only.”

You remember that Lucy likes being called names. “You’re a dirty slut. And cheap too. I would’ve paid twice that, at least.”

Lucy glances over at the money on the table. “You just did, and for much less in return!” she laughs.

You ruefully accept that she has a point there. “So I assume he took you up on the deal?”

“He only had a twenty, but I was committed so I let him fuck me anyway. I sucked his cock then let him fuck me from behind on the stairs. It was intense — anyone could’ve found us there. He only lasted a minute, but I came twice in that time. I forgot to tell him to pull out, so I had to go back to work with cum dripping out of my pussy. It was then I worked out that I’d need wipes and condoms and stuff if I was going to keep doing this professionally.”

“No kidding. I still can’t believe you’re such a fucking slut whore, Lucy.”

She takes a sharp intake of breath. “Sean, are you calling me names to turn me on?”

“Yes,” you admit. “Is it working?”

“Maybe.” She shifts position on the bed. Her dress has ridden up a little. She tugs it down into a more modest arrangement and sighs, looking at you with a resigned look on her face.

“You don’t only want to talk, do you?”

“I’ve told you how I feel about you,” you reply cagily.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she says, with a breathy emphasis on the word “fuck.”


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