Mary Moore - Whore wife

Ten to four. She got up nervously and went to buy a Chicago paper. When she returned to her seat, she found it occupied. By the same fat, beady-eyed man. He grinned up at her lecherously. She wheeled angrily and matched off to the restroom.

She sank down onto a dressing stool in front of the minor.

"What's the time, please, Miss?"

Linda looked up. It was a bullish-looking thirty-five-year-old woman with dark curly hair and a curiously patronizing voice.

Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, the woman stared at Linda's breasts in the minor, while she waited for an answer. Before Linda could open her mouth, the woman was behind and reaching around her.

Linda felt her breast being touched. Then mauled. It caught her off guard. She inhaled sharply, puffing away at the same time that a terribly erotic and heady feeling came over her. The woman's other hand brushed her neck.

Linda tried to rise, without causing a scene. "Please, please, don't do that. Don't."

"I only charge ten dollars," said the woman.

"You what?" Linda's face fell. "No, thank you." She smoothed her skirt and marched out. She pressed her lips together and walked straight ahead into the waiting room, not noticing anyone, or anything, except the direction in which she was going. She saw a man waiting by the information booth. Well-dressed. Perhaps…

"Come back here, Miss," the girl called after her. "You forgot your newspaper."

Stuff it up your twat! Linda thought. How horrible a woman! How ugly!

She stopped in front of the information booth and looked the well-dressed man directly in the face. He seemed startled.

"Are you Jim?"

"No, Miss." He turned abruptly to the woman in the booth. "When is the next bus to Lake Geneva?"

"Four-twenty-nine," the woman said. She was dressed in a blue uniform and looked, to Linda, very crisp and professional. She was probably forty.

"When is the latest bus to Livermore?" asked Linda quickly.

"Last one out is ten-forty-five."

"Oh, okay, thank you. Uh, you don't mind if I wait here, do you? I'm waiting for…"

A man behind her elbowed her away. "How do I get to Platteville?"

Linda just stood and tried to control herself. Was it worth all this? She was ready to scream. She was all alone. Nothing but strangers around her. No one interested in her. No one knew her.

"Miss Carney?" came a voice suddenly at her left shoulder.

The words were like a cool waterfall. She turned and smiled up into a handsome Jewish face. The man, wore a red plaid topcoat and a large, prominent gold ring on his left hand. He looked forty-five.

"Mr. Forbes?" she said, a smile flashing all over her face.

"Yes. My, you aren't pretty. You're beautiful. You're not a good judge of beauty! Come. Let's get you out of this mess. I have a cab waiting."

He took her arm and escorted her out. Eyes followed them. Linda breathed a sigh of relief like she never had before. She felt suddenly very weak.

She was so grateful to him. She suddenly nearly forgot her purpose in coming there at all.

"Come, you'll feel better after a drink," he advised.

They slipped into a waiting cab and the cab pulled away suddenly.

"Easy there," said Jim. "Take us to Miss Sherry's," he directed.

He had Linda by the hand and reached over and planted a kiss on her mouth. It was warm and wet. And a little sudden.

But she smiled up appreciatively, nonetheless.

"So what can I do for you?" He even talked like Frankie. It must be people in the theater world. Overly sweet and a little patronizing.

But she didn't mind. It was better than the bus depot. Let's see, she thought. I just need money for the assertiveness-training class, she told herself. Don't forget it now, Linda.

"I don't want to say anything in front of the cab driver," she whispered, cocking her head to one side appealingly.

"Cab drivers are all deaf, aren't they?" Jim Forbes guffawed, slapping the cab driver on the back.

"Yes, sir," the man said, at first seriously. Then he laughed. But he said nothing more. He was in his twenties, with a large Afro.

"It really doesn't matter. You can tell me. This is the big city. Nothing shocks anyone here."

Linda was silent. Then she said, "I need some money, Mr. Forbes."

"Funny. I knew you were going to say that. How much?"

"Two hundred."

"How's three hundred? With a body like yours…"

Linda was shacked. Right in front of the cabbie he'd said it!

"I wish you wouldn't talk so loud."

"Driver, take me right to the Sheraton," Forbes directed.

"Yes, sir." The driver made a wild U-turn and pealed off in the opposite direction.

Jim patted Linda's hand. "Business is business," he said. "We can order drinks and a meal from room service. And get right down to work."

Perhaps it was better this way, Linda thought. Why was she feeling so cheap then? She didn't even feel horny. She studied Jim's crotch, hoping it would help.

He placed her hand on his lump. She felt his cock. He was large and hard. Thank God. Feeling his cock made her relax. She leaned over and kissed him hard. She put an arm around him.

The bellboy greeted Jim Forbes like an old friend and nodded at Linda. The two men seemed to exchange a knowing glance.

They went up to a suite of rooms on the seventh floor. Inside, in the spacious suite, they were alone. To Linda it was a great relief. She sank down on the large bed. Jim laid three crisp one-hundred dollar bills on the lamp table. Linda gawked. "There you are," he said. "I know you ladies of the night like your money up front."

"Oh, you're making a mistake. I've never done this before."

"I know," said Jim Forbes drily. "None of them have."

He didn't believe her, she thought. "But I haven't. Never. I need this money to take a course that begins tomorrow night. I'm married. I can't tell my husband."

Sitting there, Linda looked like a school girl, her long blond hair falling over her breasts, the green dress outlining her young, slim figure.

"What's the course?" He said.

"Assertiveness training," said Linda.

"I'd say you were assertive enough, my dear."

And that was all he said, except to add, "Take your clothes off. I haven't got much time."

She rose slowly and took off her clothes. She was quite confused. She was horny. But she had a slice of arrogance in her that didn't quite want Jim Forbes to get away with dismissing her so lightly.

"You'll hear of me someday," she chided him, removing her skirt and panties. He immediately stooped down and buried his face in her mop of blond pubic hair.

"I'm sure I will. Are you an actress?" he asked, in a muffled voice.

"Yes," said Linda, without a break in her tone. Yes, she would be an actress. She was sort of one already!

Now, that that was decided, she was elated. She felt his tongue in her pubic slit and she lay back and spread out on the bed. Oh, how wonderful it felt! Now she would get sex and three hundred dollars to boot. Not bad for an evening's work.

"Most men don't bother to do this with a prostitute," said Jim, as he ate her. "But I like my women hot."

"I'm not a prostitute." The word curdled her blood.

Linda pushed the label out of her mind. She would deal with it later.

She spread her thighs as far as they would go. She pulled Jim's head even further into her cunt, wanting his tongue to slice her in two.

"Nothing doing, baby. I'm calling the shots."

"Yes, sit," she said slowly. She wasn't afraid. She could be as calculating.

She paused and let go of his head. He pushed her thighs so far apart they hurt, but Linda refused to complain. In a funny way, it felt good. It felt good to have him in control. Sexy. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Her thigh muscles ached.

His tongue went up her cunt hole now. It probed as deep as a tongue would go aid wound around and around the inner cunt walls.