Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"I guess so."

He leaned forward over the table, grinning lasciviously. "Maybe feel like having a good time, huh?"

Val rubbed her knee up and down against the side of his thigh. She pressed hard into his leg so that he'd feel the pressure, and there would be no mistake in his mind about what was happening.

"I'm always in the mood for a good time."

"How much is it going to cost me?" John asked. Under the table, hidden by the table cloth, he put his hand on Val's knee. She was wearing a dress with a short skirt, but John kept his hands on her knee only, squeezing it in and out, making Val cream in her panties. "How much is it going to cost me to have this here good time?"

"It depends on how much of a good time you want."

"You speak French?"

"Fluently."

"How many words a minute?"

"Twenty-five dollars for the whole conversation," Val said, purposely cutting Alyscia's suggested price right in half. Even though he seemed to have money, she didn't want to scare him off. She really wanted to turn this trick. Besides, she wasn't doing it for the money. "Twenty-five."

John seemed pleased. He smiled at her, nodding his head in surprise. "Well, don't that beat everything. This must really be my lucky day. And here I woulda been willing to pay double that price." He ran his hand up under Val's dress until he was touching her cunt. Val spread her legs to give him better access. That made him smile even more. "Little lady, you've got yourself a deal."

Val almost came. In fact, she actually began to come, but she fought it back, squeezed down hard against it, as if forcing it up back inside her body. There would be ample time for coming soon enough. Besides, she would have considered herself the rankest sort of amateur to have come, just from being fondled under the table by a stranger, especially that night. What kind of prostitute would that have made her? A very horny amateur one.

Trying to conceal the trembling in her hands, Val picked up her glass of champagne and drained it. Then she put the glass back down on the table.

"I'm ready anytime you are," she said.

"You got a room in the hotel?"

Val shook her head. "No. Have you?"

John shook his head. "Sure, I've got a room. But you're gonna have to come up with something better than that suggestion."

"What do you mean?"

"I've got a room. My wife and daughter are in it."

"Oh. I see."

"I still want you though." He ran his hand up the front of her cuntal mound, trying to get into her panties. But Val was wearing panty hose, the top of which was cutting into her stomach, far out of John's reach. When he found he couldn't get in her panties, he tried to pull them down, but that didn't work either. He went back to cupping her mound and trying to finger her through her underwear. "I want you real bad."

Not as much as I want you, Val thought, the threat of losing her first client making her squirm with anxiety. What should she do? Take him back to her hotel? Even as a novice that seemed unwise.

"Isn't there any place?" she asked.

"There is – naw."

"What?"

"It's not a good place. It's dangerous. We could get caught maybe." He thought for a moment. "But maybe not. I guess it could work."

"Where? Are you going to tell me?"

"On the stairs."

"What?" Val was getting very turned on, from his fingers rubbing on her clitoris, but mostly from the idea of what she was doing. She was a prostitute, trying to secure her first trick. A fantasy come true. It blew her mind. "What did you say? The stairs?"

"Sure…"

"Are you crazy?"

"No, listen. This is a very big hotel. Nobody uses the stairs anymore. Everybody takes the elevators. Most people probably don't even know where the stairs are."

Val listened carefully.

"Hell, the stairs are probably one of the most deserted parts of this whole damn place. Why, I'll bet days sometimes go by and nobody even walks on them."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, it's not like being behind a locked door," he said. He winked at her, tapping the edge of her pussy with his fingertip. "But I'm willing to take the chance. How 'bout you?"

Val thought about, it carefully. If she said no, she stood a good chance of losing him, especially if she couldn't come up with a substitute. And what he said about the stairs seemed to make sense. It wasn't as if they were going to fuck; although she would have preferred it that way on her first time. She didn't need a lot of room in which to suck his cock. All she needed was room enough to kneel.

"All right," Val said. "I'll do it."

John nodded in approval. "Good girl."

"How are we going to do this now? Are we going to leave together, separately? Am I going to meet you there? Are you going to tell me where it is?" She was very nervous and excited, and it was beginning to show.

"Why don't I meet you there?" John suggested.

"All right, whatever you say. Tell me how to get there." She wanted to get it over and done with before she came to her senses and realized what she was doing. "Where are these stairs?"

"Take the elevator out there, in the lobby…" – he pointed – "… and take it up to the – say, twenty-third floor. Get off the elevator, go to the right, until you come to a door that says stairs. There are two doors. You go through the first into a little hallway, and then you go through the second door, and you're out onto the stairs. I'll meet you there."

Val repeated the directions in her head. It seemed easy enough. Her insides were quaking like jelly, and she felt giddy. She felt completely detached from reality.

"All right, I'm going to go now," she said.

"I'll meet you there in five minutes. Or less."

As soon as John's hand slid out from under Val's skirt, she began to get up. "Oh, I forgot." She sat back down again. "There is one more thing."

"What?"

"This."

Under the table, Val put her hand on John's cock. Hidden by the table cloth, she stroked his cock up and down, her fingers pinching into the thick round shaft through his gray flannel slacks. Her intuition had proved to be right: he did have a large prick.

"Oh!" John gasped, the color draining from his face.

"I hope you don't mind," Val said, squeezing his prick, wanting to open his fly, but lacking the courage. "I was curious to see how well you were hung."

"Well?" he asked, looking around at everyone at the nearby tables. From the expression on his face, Val wasn't sure if he was hoping that no one had seen what she was doing, or if he was hoping that everyone had. "How do I measure up? In comparison to all the other men you've been with as a professional?"

"Mister," Val said, squeezing his cock as hard as she could, "you've got a big cock!"

John beamed. "Really?"

"Absolute truth, I swear to God." Val released his cock, patting it several times before she finally stood up. "See you upstairs in five minutes."

"You bet!" he said.

Val walked away, feeling confident and sure of herself for the first time. She knew that he would follow her now.

She walked across the lobby of the Bel-Mar, feeling very slinky and feline, swaying her hips, aware that many pairs of eyes were watching her every move. It was as if she were on exhibition, or as if she were naked. Her skin got all hot and prickly and she began to think about coming again.

She was a prostitute!

Val pushed the button for the elevator, and the doors slid silently open. It was an automatic, self-service car, and Val was its only passenger. She stepped on, pushed the button for 23, then stood back and waited. After a long time, the door closed, and the car began to go up, rising very quickly, racing directly to the twenty-third floor. Val's ears popped from the change in pressure, and gravity tugged at the backs of her knees as the elevator slowed and stopped its speedy ascent. The flutter of uneasiness she had felt in the pit of her stomach all night, flared up again, spreading into another terrifying moment of an icy cold sweat and total panic. Val sucked in a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator, exhaling slowly, silently.