Five Thousand Dollar Hooker by Juliet Beltrey

Author:Juliet Beltrey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: threesome, anal, spanking, prostitution, hooker, girl on girl, deep throat, call girl, butt fucking, fisting, snowballing, squirting, squirting guide, two women one man, ass slapping, fucking ass, squirting females, squirting erotica, couple and prostitute, expensive call girl, expensive prostitute, high class hooker

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I had fallen asleep.

I woke, but didn’t open my eyes or move; one of those completely internal wakings. I mentally oriented myself, briefly running though the nights events. I had the feeling I was being watched. I opened my eyes and was looking right into Janice’s eyes. We were on the bed, facing each other. Bart was on the other side of her, snoring. She had been watching me sleep.

She gave me a faint smile in the half light. I looked over her at the clock. 3:08 am.

“Janice, do you mind if I shower before I head out?” I whispered.

“No, not at all. Go ahead.” I slipped out of the bed, trying not to wake Bart.

In Manhattan, where there is a premium on space, wealth is measured in square footage. The bathrooms at the Waldorf Astoria are large enough to be their own apartments. Marble and wood, with gleaming accents, they are stocked with every imaginable comfort.

There was a long table with fresh flowers, antique perfume bottles and candles. I lit half a dozen candles and turned off the overhead light. I drank some water, then broke open one of the toothbrush and mouthwash combos. I took my time cleaning up, taking a long, hot shower. It felt otherworldly, to be in a shower big enough for five people, in flickering candlelight in the middle of the night.

I finally turned off the water and was toweling off when there was a light tap at the door.

“Come in.”

“I thought you might want something else to wear.” Janice came half way in and set a stack of neatly folded clothes inside the door.

“That’s very thoughtful. Thank you.”

“Sure.” She slipped back out.

I bent down, toweling off my hair and brushing it out. I heard a click. When I came back up, I looked in the mirror, though the haze of steam. Janice was standing there, her back to the door. She looked sad in her panties and perky t-shirt. I don’t think she had slept at all. She looked at me in the mirror, her image dancing in the candlelight.

I wrapped myself in the huge towel and finished brushing my hair, ignoring her. I helped myself to what she had spread around the sink. I massaged lotion into my upper body—the cherries and cinnamon smell. I used her dark red lipstick, taking my time. I went over to the stack of clothes and moved them to the table with the candles. I put on the panties and white v-neck t-shirt, nearly spilling out of it. I left the designer jeans there for now. I went back to the sink.

“Turn on the light if you’re going to look at me,” I said to her reflection.

She flipped on the light. The steam was lifting. I turned to face her, leaning against the sink. I lifted one leg at a time, spreading lotion on them. I was debating. I know it’s not my business. It would be very painful to confront her, like a tooth extraction without anesthetic, but I was having a very difficult time ignoring it.

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