She’d told him that he could do anything that he wanted. He’d paid extra, reeked of class and it’d make for a nice place for the night, if she could finagle it. The room didn’t look like you could pay for it by the hour, anyway.
She went to piss and check her make-up, running a finger under her right eye to rid a sinking line of thick black liner. She stained the virgin-white hand towel with a black line and walked out, tossing the towel on the counter, where it fell, its stiffness caved and usefulness abused by a whore.
He was sitting in a chair and having a drink. He offered her one and she took him up on three. By that time, she was ready to either get started or grab her bag and go. He pulled out a piece of material stuffed between his side and the seat, tossing it to her. She caught it off guard and held it up to get a better look at it. This meant turning it around, up and down, several times before realizing what it was; and hearing him telling her to put it on.
She had done some kinky stuff, but mostly guys wanted her to spank them with something they had, like a paddle or a stick. They wanted her to say all types of things to them. She never understood why, but money was money.
She wasn’t sure about this …hood. It seemed thin enough. She asked him a few questions, just wanting to make sure of a few things, first. Her biggest concern was airflow and sight. He told her that she could breathe easily, but not see. And he didn’t want her to speak. She decided to give it a try. If anything felt funny, she was done. Agreement set.
He fucked her while she wore the hood. She huffed through the thin material, like a bull being ridden. She was at his mercy when it came to any movement other than rutting. He’d turn or move her gently, then drive hard inside her. She felt his face, and how close it was to her. She heard his mutterings, but made out nothing. He never touched her face. He never did anything strange, but this was strange to her. Feeling and hearing him, not really touching him, for lack of sight. Not helping to initiate anything sexual. Not speaking.
As soon as they were done, she jumped up and ripped off the hood. His eyes were wide, surprised at her sudden show of anxiety. Since money was exchanged in the beginning, their business was technically over. She quickly shoved herself into her clothes, and grabbed her bag. She was out the door.
No words were spoken. She didn’t take the elevator, the stairs seemed more backdoor. Once she made it to the street, she slid her hand into her bag and fingered the thin material of the hood and smiled.
I’ve given my fair share of blowjobs. I was less excited about some of them than others. I look back at some of them and cringe. The silly naivety of a teenage girl got me into more problems that I’d care to remember.
Things get familiar. But when he asked for something… and she huffed, he slowly got up as well.
