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As far as motel rooms go, this looked like a very nice one. The mattress appeared to be new, the décor was very modern, and all the light bulbs worked, at least the ones that were turned on. I was making these observations while a truck driver named Jerry was fucking me doggie style, carrying on about how I was his ?little princess slut? and ?little baby fuck hole.? I could only imagine that where Jerry was from, both were wonderful terms of endearment. However, the only thing ?little? in the conversation was Jerry?s penis. It was a penis which, even when fully erect, was only about four inches. Poor Jerry was really the little one in the room.After Jerry came, he produced another one hundred dollar bill and asked me to stand in my bra and panties next to the bed telling him how naughty he was while he jerked himself off. While not very well endowed, I would give Jerry credit for staying power. As he was about to cum, he called for his slut to come and take his cum shot in the face. I did as he requested, and after moving into position, felt his cum shoot on my nose and cheeks and then slowly sliding down my face. Just over sixty minutes after arriving, I had freshened up my face, was zipping up my knee high boots, and heading out the door four hundred dollars richer. Jerry was lying on the bed talking to himself about the ?best night? he had ever had in his life. I let myself out.I didn?t make it to the bottom of the staircase when Amber, my street friend and confidant, came running around the corner of the motel looking for me.?Oh, thank god. I thought the cops got you!? she yelled.?What the fuck are you talking about?? I asked as I was adjusting my panties under my skirt.?Undercover cops out tonight. A bunch of girls over on Fifth got scooped up. I would be really careful tonight.?I gave Amber a hug and told her to be careful as well. She headed back to the street, and I was walking straight for my car. In the four blocks I had to walk, two squad cars drove by, one unmarked car slowing down to look my way, the second turned around and headed back toward me. I didn?t want to draw attention to myself by turning around to look but within seconds the car pulled up alongside of me slowing down to my pace. If the black mini skirt and boots didn?t scream ?street whore? I?m sure the hoop earrings and the sheer top did the trick. This was not what I needed to happen.As quickly as they had pulled up next to me, they sped up, turned their lights on and did a U-turn. They sped off in the opposite direction. I made it back Side escort Bayan to my car safely and exhaled. Jerry was my fourth trick of the night and the most profitable. I counted out my money to the tune of six hundred and twenty-five dollars for four hours work. Not bad for a college job. As I drove home though, I started to think about risk and reward. This was a great night, but others had been much less profitable. The police scared me. All it would take is one bad night and I?d be fucked. What was supposed to be a one time dare in the pursuit of meaningless sex, had turned into a two month exploration in the world of street prostitution. With graduation well within my sight, I decided it was time to pull the plug and start to move forward with the rest of my life. By the time I arrived back at the apartment, I had firmly decided my prostitution career was over. At least for now.*****I felt I needed to reconnect with Sal and Sophie and apologize for being incredibly absent the last two months. I don?t really think they had any idea of the dark hole I had jumped into, and I didn?t even know where to start trying to explain. Sal and I hadn?t seen a lot of each other and when we did, he usually commented on my weight loss and asked where I had been. I hadn?t seen Sophie in over a month. The next day, Sal and I had a cup of coffee before heading out to class. I spilled the beans on my whereabouts. He was in shock at first, but he quickly became very inquisitive about my experiences. I went on with a detailed accounting of some of the best and worst nights, ending with a good laugh. I asked about Sophie. Sal said she had been going back and forth to home quite a bit to interview for jobs and to help her brother with some things. I swore to him that he would get his roommate back and my days as a working girl were over. *That weekend, Sal was working Saturday morning and had to drive home for an award dinner honoring his uncle that night. Since he was driving straight there, Sal came home and got all ?tuxed up? for the occasion. He and Sophie were obnoxiously cute together when they wore sweats. I could only imagine how great they looked together all dressed up. He was off and said he wouldn?t be back until Monday morning. That would mean I would have two days to myself. It was perfect for the sexual detox that I felt was in order.After a great afternoon workout, I came home, had a bite to eat, and pampered myself with a relaxing bath. For the first time in a long time, I was very Escort manavgat content to just chill. My mind wandered as I lay in the tub. I was thinking about the last few months, my pending graduation, and the real world that was ahead of me. Even with all of these other things that occupied my thoughts though, I couldn?t get the image of Sal in his tux out of my mind. He was very Italian, traditional, and very handsome. I always thought he was a good looking guy but never thought about him in a sexual way. Until that moment. Lying in the tub, I couldn't get my mind off Sal.As I was drying off, I was debating what I should wear. While sitting around in a tee shirt and shorts being a dude seemed like a great idea, I found myself sliding into a pair of white panties and shortly after, fastening the clasps of a white lace bra around my chest. I sat down at my makeup desk and figured there was no need to go all out with my makeup, but my face felt naked without it. As I sat in front of the mirror applying mascara to my lashes, I found myself getting turned on thinking about Sal.I eyed a certain black cocktail dress and heels in my closet. I even laid out a garter belt to add a little extra spice to my attire. But I promised myself a casual night and ultimately a pair of black leggings and a loose fitting sweater won out. As I opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and fell into the corner of our couch, I knew I had made the right call. I slowly had a few glasses, listened to music and around 11pm was more than ready for bed when I heard a key being put in the front door lock. At first, I was thinking Sal and his girlfriend had come to spend the night, but I was surprised when it was just Sal.He grabbed a beer out of the fridge walked to the living room and gave me a look as he plopped down in the chair next to me.?Well fuck, you look cute, don?t you?? slightly slurring his words as he took a drink from his beer. *quot;Oh and good, you're drinking.*quot;?Thanks. But what the fuck are you doing here? Where is Sophie???Sophie broke up with me, at her house, when I was there to pick her up for this stupid dinner I had to go to. Of course, had you been around the last few months instead of pretending to be a hooker, you may have known we were having trouble.??Fuck you for that. But you're right, I had no idea, and I?m sorry.?Unknown to me, things had been falling apart with Sal's girlfriend and she chose to break the news to him that night. He didn?t take the news well. I had stopped drinking alanya escort my wine long before he had finished his fourth or fifth beer, trying to help him talk through his situation. Finally, we decided we would pick things up in the morning.?Well, I?m not sure your family would have accepted me as a replacement, but you should have called. I actually had something a little more formal all laid out to wear just in case.??Bullshit. You just thought you?d have the weekend to play dress up, or whatever it is you do, by yourself. Because you thought I?d be gone and thought I don?t dig what you do. I admit, I didn?t get it at first. But fuck man, you are really convincing as a chick. And if dudes were paying you for sex? Fuck man, who am I to judge??Obviously, Sal was drunk.?So go, get on with what you were going to get on. Let?s see what you got for me. I mean you look cute but let?s see some sexy.?I told Sal to wait right there and went down the hall in my room to change. I tried not to take too long changing into the little black dress I was eyeing once my garter belt and stockings were in place. I slid into a cute pair of heels and sat at my table to touch up my make up. I figured I was in the room for at least fifteen minutes and that there was a good chance Sal would be passed out by the time I finished. He was not.?Holy shit. You look really fucking hot,? he said. And then he just stared.I did look great and still felt a little buzzed. If there was ever a time to be with Sal, maybe even just suck his cock, this was it. *?I must admit, I was almost ready to just chill in a shorts and tee-shirt and give 'being a girl thing' a rest for a while. But these past few months have made me realize how comfortable I am when I?m like this. Before I knew it, I was made up and sipping wine. I figured this dress was a little too formal for sitting around.??Oh man. Amazing. You look amazing. But yeah, OK.?*quot;OK. Yeah, here we are.*quot;There was a moment of awkward silence as I sat down across from him. I wanted to kneel in front of him and suck his cock so bad. I imagined him shooting a load of cum down my throat and me swallowing every drop.?I think you should go to bed Sal,*quot; I said as I put my hand on his thigh. *quot;Sleep this off and we?ll sort things out for you in the morning.?He put his hand over mine, paused for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.We said our good nights as we both walked into our rooms. I admit it took everything for me not to follow him into his room. However, I left my door slightly ajar, figuring if he were at all interested he may just wander over. I had a feeling the night wasn't quite over. Maybe he would find the open door inviting enough to come in. I could hear him mulling his room for a minute and then there was silence. I took off my shoes and was unzipping my dress when he walked in.