The fucking we do for friends - part 1

The fucking we do for friends - part 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Vic does a favour for her friend Scarlett, and ends up having a better time than she had bargained for.

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Vic does a favour for her friend Scarlett, and ends up having a better time than she had bargained for.

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Submitted: June 27, 2014

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Submitted: June 27, 2014

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"Scaz, I can't! He is your client. Please don't look at me like that..."

Sometimes, a single look from Scarlett was all it took to get me into the most monumental trouble. When we were five, she gave me the look and I got busted for holding little Sammy down to the ground whilst she lay on top of him giving him the sloppiest kiss I have ever seen. Aged nine, I was the one that got detention for stealing the cigarettes from our teacher's desk - even though it was Scaz that was smoking them.

Thirteen... Now that was funny. I had been trying to impress a boy called Dan, and Scarlett told me that if I climbed the school building he would definitely go out with me. I did climb it, but I put my foot through the roof and ended up with my bottom half dangling through a classroom ceiling. It just so happened that it was Dan that sat under where I fell and he got a good look up my skirt. We never did go out.

At sixteen I nearly got arrested because of that look. Scarlett had hooked up with one of our teachers - he was dismissed pretty soon after this actually - and she got me to buy alcohol from the local off licence with a fake ID. I did it, but as I was on my way back to our teacher's house I bumped into a policeman who just happened to be a family friend and knew I wasn't eighteen.

Even so, we had still stayed friends and now shared a house together. And yet, somehow, she still managed to get me in trouble despite the fact we weren't stupid kids anymore. You see, Scarlett was a prostitute. A very expensive one, I had seen over the years - which is why we could afford a big, posh house in the centre of London. And our problem tonight? Scaz had a date (a real one, nothing to do with her prostitute duties) which clashed with her appointment.

"Please, Vic!" She begged. "I haven't had a real date for over two years! I really like him and if you don't do this for me then you may be ruining my one chance at a true relationship!"

I sighed. "Scaz, look, I want to help. I really do. But you know I can't. I accepted your career choice long ago but I have a real job. A respectable one. There is no way you can ask me to go against every single one of my morals just so you can have a single date! Ask Emily or one of your other girls!"

"He was going to pay me massively though, Vic! Enough to cover the entire months bills!" This was a pretty redundant argument, as I made enough to cover the bills on my own every month, but her money was always appreciated. "I can't let them do it! Emily is hopeless! She doesn't know one end of a dick from the other! Please? You have done it before..."

I had hoped that she wouldn't remember that. As it happened, I barely remembered it. One night, about a year ago, I had been incredibly drunk when Scarlett got an emergency call out. She had been even worse off her head than I was, so I went in her place. "That was different, Scaz. Please don't make me do it."

At the time, I was still a part time prostitute trying to help cover our costs. That was before I got a serious promotion (ignoring the fact that I only got chosen for the promotion because I slept with my head of department).

"He might be really hot and single..."

Shaking my head, I knew that she knew I was going to help her out anyway. She was my best friend and if there was a chance (no matter how slim) that she would finally settle down with a single boyfriend then I was going to help her out no matter what. With a dramatic sigh, I said, "Fine. You win. But you owe me. Big time. Where are your clothes?"

With a big grin across her face, Scaz linked her arm through me and pulled me into her bedroom. An hour later, we were both ready for our evenings. Scarlett was wearing the classiest dress I had ever seen her wear, but considering her normal attire it wasn't hard to cover up more. It was a strapless burgundy cocktail dress, with a few ruffles on the front but other than that it was very simple and surprisingly sophisticated. I, on the other hand, looked like a common slut - which I suppose was the point. I was wearing bright red suspenders and a bra which were barely covered by my tight black dress. The dress was about a size too small, which made my breasts seem even bigger as the fell out the thin material, and I could feel the cold night air rushing over my ass. I shuffled out the bedroom, balancing precariously on five inch heels. I grabbed my long coat, fearing the looks I would get if I got on the bus in only the dress, before Scarlett grabbed my arm.

"Thank you so much for doing this for me, Vic. You know I love you. Now, remember, what are the rules?" As she spoke, she clipped a long brunette wig over my short blonde hair and secured it in place.

"Don't do go into a dark alley alone with a client. Keep your phone with you at all times. Make sure to collect all the cash." I reeled off our basic rules, the ones we had made when we first began prostitution all those years ago. "And most importantly, don't get attached."

She smiled as she did the final adjustments to my makeup. Catching myself in the mirror, I saw I had enormous eyeliner flicks and bright red lips. "Wonderful. Now have fun, sweetie. Oh, before you go, do you want these?"

In her outstretched hand she held two contact lenses. They had been my prized possession when I had done regular work with clients. They disguised my face even more - after all, a brunette with brown eyes was far from my normal blonde and green eyes - but also partially blurred the scene around me, making it far easier to fuck someone. After all, if you can't make out their features properly then it just reinforces the idea that the act means nothing. I took them from her hands and smiled for the first time that evening. "Thank you. Now Scaz, what are you rules?"

"Make him pay for everything. No sex on the first date, but a blowjob is fine. And be home by midnight." She smiled as she reeled of our other set of basic rules.

We kissed each other on the cheek and then I wandered off down the road to the bus stop. As I waited for the bus, the wind blew my coat around and I think a few passersby got more of a look at me than they expected. The bus trip was short, only ten minutes out from our house, and as I stood at the door I found myself shaking. "Get a grip," I told myself. "You can do this."

I lifted my hand to knock and the door opened before I made contact with the wood. The man before me, or should I say boy since he looked no more than 15, extended his hand and grinned widely. "Nice to meet you. I'm Pete. Do come in."

As I stepped through the door, another man came rushing down the stairs. He was about 5'11", nicely built, had short brown hair and eyes and a really defined jaw. He was wearing a black suit with a light blue shirt and a darker tie. His shoes were perfectly polished. He looked good. Not the kind of good that was overwhelming and caused you to fall over as you stared back down the street at him but the kind of good that screamed decent professional. "Pete, go upstairs."

"But I want to talk to my new babysitter. Please, Uncle Charlie? She is hot," Pete moaned. 'Uncle Charlie' gave Pete a look of death, and murmured something along the lines of "Sarah will be here soon, like normal", which caused a rather sad looking Pete to scurry up the stairs.

"I am sorry about Pete. He is a good kid but has a bit of a problem up here," he said, tapping his head. "Sarah looks after him whenever I go out. Don't worry, we won't be coming back here tonight. I'm Charles, by the way. You can call me Charlie though. You are?"

I returned his handshake and then planted a kiss on his cheek. "I'm Victoria, but you can call me Vic. I can't help noticing that you look slightly shocked..."

"You are right. I only moved here a few days ago and I bumped into a lovely young girl... Shaz or something similar. She gave me her number and I was expecting to see her tonight."

"Scaz?" He nodded in recollection. "She did tell you what she did? Right?"

He smiled. "Of course I know that she is a prostitute. She also said that as a welcome to town, I could have my first night free."

I laughed out loud. Charlie had relaxed now, and was leaning against the doorframe in a far too casual manner. At least he knew he was paying for prostitutes rather than thinking I was just a date. "Good try. Scaz doesn't do anything for free. If you want anything, which clearly you do or you wouldn't have called, you will have to pay the full amount."

"Worth a shot, right? Dare I ask how much a lovely lady such as you charges per night?"

I faltered for a moment. I didn't know how much Scarlett charged anymore. I didn't want to undercharge but I certainly didn't want to ask for too much as turn him away. "How about £700 for the evening or £1000 for the entire night."

For a moment, I feared I had asked too much. Thankfully, he grinned and agreed, "I will give you the cash in the morning then. Shall we go then?" He reached out and put his arm around my waist as we left his house. A moment later, a taxi cab stopped at the end of the path. Charlie opened the door for me and gestured, "After you, Vic."

I scooted into the cab and Charlie joined me a second later. He gave the driver an address to a hotel that I had never heard off before turning to me. He reached out and took a strand of the brunette wig in his fingers, and twirled the hair around. A gentle tug on the hair pulled me closer towards him. "You are very pretty," Charlie smiled. He seemed to be studying me, trying to take me in. I leant closer in to him and planted a light kiss on his lips.

I started to pull away, but Charlie took my face in his hands and kissed me with an intensity I had never experienced before. He started planting kisses down my neck, pushing my coat down off my shoulders, and I tilted my head back giving him more access to my skin. His kisses were gentle, barely touching my skin, but they ignited a fire in me that I had not felt for over a year since I gave up this job. In that moment, I wondered why I ever wanted to stop until I remembered that this was for money. His soft caresses seemed slightly less wonderful all of a sudden.

Even so, his touch felt great. I pulled my coat off completely, and Charlie pulled back to admire me more. "Wow," He muttered appreciatively. In my ear, he whispered, "Definitely worth it. You should charge more with a body like that."

I took his ear lobe in my mouth and gently sucked on it, much to his pleasure. "In that case," I replied smiling slightly against his ear, "You owe me £2000."

In response, Charlie began nibbling tenderly on my ear whilst his hands begun to explore my figure. I could feel the warmth of his hands through my skimpy dress and knew my nipples had hardened at his touch. He slipped his hand under my legs and pulled me around so I was draped over him. Taking my face in his hands again, he lifted my lips up to his and kissed me once more. I felt his hands drop back down to my waist, before sliding down to my ass. He smiled against me, and lightly squeezed my ass cheeks. I heard him moan and quickly (with a surprisingly high amount of elegance, considering how tight the dress was) managed to spread my legs around his torso. I felt his dick pressing against the inside of my leg.

"Oi," the taxi driver grunted. "We're 'ere. That's £80. Unless the lady wants to give me some love then I can make it £50."

I was offended for a moment. Did I really seem like I was only worth £30? I was snapped out of my thoughts when Charlie picked me up and pulled me out the car. He shoved the money at the cabby - who seemed massively disappointed that I wasn't going to take up his offer to lower the fare - and took my hand in his as he put me down. He took one look at me and said, fairly seriously, and more scarily so as if he had been able to read my mind, "Don't worry. I think you are worth way more than that."

Regaining myself, I said with as much bravo as I could manage, "Well, I'd hope so, or you are being seriously ripped off."

"It is alright," Charlie smirked. "I hope to do my fair share of ripping later on. Shall we?"

As we entered the hotel lobby, I felt my chin drop. It was gorgeous. Whilst we weren't at the Ritz or the Savoy, I knew we were somewhere where the tariffs were similar. A man from a nearby desk was quick to greet us when we reached him. He gave me a nervous eying, and the signature smile I had come to recognise from hotel workers that screamed "I know what you are doing here. Want to let me join in?" kind of thing. Instead, he said, "Good evening, Sir. How may I help you and the... lovely lady tonight?"

"Dinner and a room please, if you have on available," Charlie said confidently. As he spoke, I felt his hand slide along my back to my ass again. I had great trouble concentrating whilst he and the desk clerk spoke since Charlie kept on hooking his fingers under the edge of my dress. Whilst the contact between our bare skin was short and fleeting, I found myself getting very excited.

I zoned in just in time to hear the clerk say, "Room 25 on floor 12 for you, Sir. Your dinner reservations have been made for an hour's time. Enjoy your stay."

Charlie's arm returned to its earlier position around my waist as we walked through the glamorous lobby towards the lift. As we waited for the lift to reach the ground floor, Charlie whispered in my ear, "You are driving me crazy. You know that, right Vic? I want to take you right now."

"Mmm..." Was all I managed to say before Charlie started wildly kissing me. The lift doors opened and we fumbled our way inside, never breaking our kiss. With one hand I undid his trousers and slid my hand into his pants, whilst my other remained around his neck - keeping our lips close together. I reached in to his thick dick and wrapped my fingers around it, not caring that we might be caught. His inhaled sharply as he felt my cold hand around him. Slowly but firmly I slid my hand up and down his shaft, whilst lightly tracing his veins with my nails. I paused and just rubbed his head with my thumb for a few moments as my teeth grazed his lower lip. Suddenly I moved my hand to his balls, where I cupped them and gave them a quick massage. I could feel his dick getting harder by the second.

Out of nowhere I felt Charlie's hand slide under my dress and he began stroking my ass hole with his thumb, through my silk pants. It caught me completely off guard and I released my grip on his dick. He pushed his thumb into my tight asshole (anal had always been out of the question when I had been a prostitute, but I was beginning to reconsider) and the silk fabric inside me made me feel giddy. Charlie circled his finger around inside my hole, sending waves of ecstasy through my body.

I kissed Charlie hard and pushed him against the wall of the lift, but he quickly spun me around so it was my back now against the cold wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel his hard cock through my silk pants. Charlie started grinding against me, but only barely. His movements were slight and controlled, and it drove me mad. I tried to tighten my legs around him to encourage him but he just smiled and continued kissing me. His thumb was stroking my ass hole again, and I could feel my wetness seeping through the soft silk fabric. Charlie could feel it too.

Just as he started sliding his fingers toward my clitoris, I heard a quiet coughing. I looked around Charlie's shoulder and saw that we were on the ground floor again (perhaps we had never left it, I wasn't sure). Except now there was another man in the lift with us. I quickly jumped to the ground, straightened my dress and stood behind Charlie. I was not comfortable about standing around majorly aroused in front of a member of the general public.

Charlie, though, seemed to smile at the man and stretched out his hand, after wiping it down his trousers (which were still unzipped). "Nice to meet you, good sir. I'm Charles and this is Victoria. You are more than welcome to help yourself," he continued smiling as he turned around to me and pulled my hips against his own. I was about to protest about being offered up to the stranger but Charlie cut me off with another of his all consuming kisses.

The lift rang for our floor and we hurried out, never breaking apart. Charlie swiped the key card at the door and before I knew it we were laying down on a huge bed. He pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in my red lacy underwear, and sat up staring down upon me. I began to sit up too, but he gently pushed me back down to the mattress before lying right beside me. We were on our sides, facing one another, and Charlie's hands were already exploring my body.

He reached around and unclasped my bra, releasing my tits, and threw the bra over his head. Charlie rolled on top of me, and slid down so his face was just above my breasts. He kissed them gently in turn before suddenly taking one in his mouth. I felt his teeth graze over my severely erected nipples prior to softly biting the skin all around them. The tenderness of his actions was making me more wet by the second.

As he started on my other tit, his hand slid down between our bodies to my pants. He teased my clit with his fingers, which were pressing down lightly through the fabric. His fingers started circling around my clit, which was now throbbing with arousal, and all I could do was moan with pleasure. He lifted his fingers from my clit, I immediately missed the contact, before suddenly slipping them underneath the silky fabric. He teased my pussy with his fingers for a moment, lubricating his fingers with my juices, before returning his attention to my clit. Alternating between diagonal strokes, circular movement and just tapping my clitoris drove me crazy.

Leaving his hand in between my legs, still under the silk, he stretched out and kissed me on the lips. I fiercely returned his kiss and pulled my legs out from under him so I could wrap them around his waist. His fingers played with my folds as we kissed, and I pulled his hips down towards my willing pussy with my legs. I tilted my head backwards when he started tracing his tongue along my skin and moaned gently.

Charlie pulled away from me. "Well just look at that," he smiled. "It is time for dinner."

"Really?" The disappointment in my voice was palpable even to me. I was so ready to get him out of that suit and feel his cock inside me. "Can't we just order room service?"

I took Charlie's hand and he helped me sit up. "You are not very patient are you? We have the entire night ahead of us. Why should we get ahead of ourselves? As much as I love you looking like that, I am not certain the rest of the world would. Get your dress back on and we can have something good."

"I thought we were in the middle of something good," I mumbled.

 

***TO BE CONTINUED***


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