The room was hot and noisy.  Smudged kohl rimmed women were leaning against the black walls of the bar waiting to snatch the single men who would walked in, their faces streaked with neon disco lights, the air was so dark that the tattered black leather booths seem to vanish, making the seated regulars seem to be floating in the heavy smell of alcohol, sweat, cheap perfume and cigarettes.

Slowly, it was getting overcrowded.  The bar was old, but somehow managed to pull a mean crowd.  At the far corner, he watched two middle-aged women were fighting over a man.  He laughed feeling sorry for the poor drunk who had made the mistake of trying to pick-up the Terrible Twins, as they were known.  An older woman in a colourful head wrap with a raspy voice sat on the old piano playing a jazz number.  He asked the bartender to re-fill his glass as his concentration shifted to the music, his body swaying to the rhythm of the song.

“Rich bitch,” a woman beside him smirking bitterly, “looking for a cheap thrill.” 

“They got their rich boys at some country clubs,” another one spat, “but the goddamn greedy bitches never get enough!  Even have to come for ours!  Flash them with their goddamn Rolexes!”

“I curse my mama for sleeping with the mail man!  Look at me!  Look at her!”

“At least you got the mail man for a daddy!  I got the garbage man!  And he was garbage alright!”

He turned to see what had caused the bitter sneering.   Then he saw her.  She did not look like any of the girls here.  Even from the distance she looked far too demure as she walked in.  Swaying slightly in graceful motion, giving the impression as if she was almost gliding on a thin cushion of air. She looked somewhat out of place.  She walked with an elegance reflecting money.

As she moved closer, he got a better look at her.  This woman was R-rated!  She was all curves!  She had a to-die-for full figure; it was encased in mini spandex!  The seams of her spandex had been selected so they strain against ample flesh.  The extravagant display of cleavage and disconcerting amount of leg in thigh high leather boots got the men who saw her to lick their lips lustful in unison as if in a choir.  She exuded so much confidence that she was nothing short of a marvel.

The long black cape over spandex and big Jackie O dark glasses got his attention.   Trying to be incognito yet so provocatively dressed, he mused, how could she stay incognito with that attire that drew astonished gazes to her barely covered derriere.  Unless it’s a fashion statement.

As she turned he saw her dark ginger hair in locks, crowning a very beautiful oval shaped, brown face.  Though she had the sway of a confident woman, but she looked nervous as she gently patted on the beads of sweat forming on her forehead – careful not to smudge her carefully applied make-up.  Slowly, looking around, she removed the big glasses, as she carefully patted the sweat off her eyes.  Her eyes were dark, large, bright and alert and her whole demeanour radiated an indefinable air of genuine refinement and distinction. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, just like a vision.

He sat on a bar stool at the end of the counter, hoping she would not feel his stare.  Yap, she was nervous, he noticed as she nervously opened her sequined handbag and reached for a pack of cigarettes.  Anxiously she tried lighting one.  That was his cue, like a hunting cat he pounced.
“Here,” he drawled behind her, “let me.”  With all the sweat and cheap perfume, her Chanel perfume had hit him like thunder. 

Expertly he flipped his tarnished Zippo lighter.  She looked down and saw a rough brown hand cradling the lighter.  She then looked up as the dry brown hand scraped over her trembling fingers.  He looked at her, a pair of large brown eyes danced nervously before him.  With a teasing smile, he winked at her then sensually licked his thick lips, teasing her.

He then casually reached for a cigarette from her pack and lit one. Blowing the smoke toward the ceiling, he then looked at her, “are you alone?”  He saw her looking at his thick lips as they curled over the cigarette tip.  That always got the girls staring and hot.

He could feel her heat.  Without moving his gaze from her, he snapped at the bartender, “a drink for the lady.”

Like a mouse, she only managed a squeak, “a gin tonic please.” Her eyes had not left my lips.  She then added weakly, “on the rocks with a dash of lime cordial and a slice of lemon please.”
With a rich laughter he repeated her order to the bartender who was straining to hear her nervous whisper.  “And dry bourbon for me,” he added. 

He caught his reflection on the mirrors behind the bar counter, between the liquor bottles.  His face was dark in the smoked filled room with dim lights.  As he stared into the mirror, his locked eyes with her.  It had caught her by surprise and, feeling her cheeks flush, she looked away.  Nervously she shifted into her seat as he eased in the stool next to her.

“You never answered me, so are you alone?” his deep voice boomed.  She nervously nodded without looking at him.

“You are new in this, ain’t you?” he lifted her face and looked at her.  Shyly she looked away as she nodded and he laughed again. 

“Here,” he moved the drink he had ordered for her towards her, “this will warm you up.  At least your voice will be warmed up.” 

Quickly she grabbed the tall glass and gulped it down in big swigs.  He took his, the liquor was hot and burned his gut but it comforted too.  He lit another cigarette, throwing the stub of the other on the burnt carpet.  Still studying her, he ordered her more drinks.

As she stuck out her hand to reach for the drink she knocked his glass of bourbon over, spilling it onto the bar.  With amusement he watched her cheeks turn red with embarrassment.  As she reached for some napkins to help soak up the spilled drink, she accidentally brushed hands with him.  They locked eyes and her heart began to pound again.  Being near this man, touching his hand, and smelling his cologne made her flush with excitement. 

“Your place or mine,” he asked.  Feeling his bold head, an old habit he had – feeling his head when excited
“My husband might be home,” she clasped her mouth after realizing that she had said too much.
“Married?” he chuckled, “I like that.  So how much does a married classy whore charge?”  His eyes moving from head to toe, slowing undressing her.   “What forbidden pleasure do you seek from a place like this?” he went on with an amused look on his face.

“No, erm,” she stammered, “no.  It’s a mistake.  I’m sorry.  I’ve to go.”  Hurriedly she grabbed her handbag and fled the room. 

Catching a glimpse of her reflection on a mirror she saw why he called her a classy whore.  Her lips were an expensive shade of ruby red and matched my long ruby fingernails and ruby-tinted cheeks.  She then held her cape tighter around her face to conceal herself she rushed out.  She cursed why she had parked so far.  The price one has to pay for staying incognito, she cursed.  The night outside was cool and quiet.  Instead of the noise, she could only hear her high heels against the paved walkway and her nervous breathing.

Just as she turned the corner and passed the bar building, a hand shot from behind her head and yanked her into the alley lifting her easily with a thick arm around her waist and a hand to cover her mouth.  She was pressed against his back and her feet swung off the ground.  She tried to wrench away, but that only got the front of her spandex ripped open.  He was using her fight to rip her clothes off her body and she moaned in shame as it was realized that she wore nothing underneath the dress.

"Sshhh," he huskily ordered, “I just came for my pay?”  With scared eyes and her mouth still covered she looked questioning at him.

“Please.  Wh-wh-what payment?”  She stammered as she tried to fight him.  Her large brown eyes were glazed with fear.

“You didn’t think the drinks were free, did you,” he laughed, hastily removing the rich velvety cape that was on the way.

He pulled her body back against and just held her until she tired from fighting.  She surrendered to his hold as his breathing in her ear, as he hunched over her, told her he was definitely alert and the thickness that pressed against her backside, told her he was definitely aroused.  Her hands were locked to her side from his long arm around her. 

The arm around her waist relaxed seeing she was through fighting, but as soon as that happened, she started to resist again, ripping whatever was left of her spandex off.

She stood there in her boots only, her body naked against his clothed strong body, both breathing heavily, but neither tired.  She finally realized it was useless to fight.  His arm moved slowly away from her body reluctantly, but then his palm came to rest on the middle of chest. She whimpered her protest, leaning against a broken down car in the alley.

"Sshhhh, I will remove my hand over your mouth if you promise not to scream" he said.  Quickly she shook her head and he removed his hand.  His hand moved down in a smooth movement, cupping her right breast in his large palm. His hot breath caressed her ear sending tingles down her body.  As terrified as she was, she noticed that his touch was tender.

He tweaked the right nipple before moving to the other and massaged it.  "I have been wondering the whole evening how your tits felt like,” he whispered hotly, “does your husband kiss them like this?’  With that he bent down and kissed each nipple gently then played with them with his hot tongue.  Her nipples slowly grow hard with his touch.

His hand then moved over her stomach and between her legs.  She whimpered again, but this time she wasn't protesting as his fingers slid easily between her thick, soft, moist hairs and proceeded to lightly flick at her clitoris.

“Do you touch yourself,” he asked her in a whisper, working his fingers in and out of her pussy.  “Do you let your husband watch you?”

She could not answer.  She could only throw her head back, moaning and groaning unable to fight the erotic ness of the moment.  Her hips gyrated against his fingers. She gasped, her body pulsed, her legs trembled and she could feel her liquid heat releasing.  She shuddered, responding to his fingers.
“Does your husband lick you like this?” her juices began to flow as she responded to his tongue and his fingers.  Furiously he licked her cunt and she rotated her hips to the motion, pounding against his mouth.  He spread her further and buried his tongue inside her.

She could not control herself anymore.  Eagerly she reached down and felt him in his pants.  Her hands trembled.  He was thick and his pure masculine scent sent her blood racing.  He kissed her neck, suckled at her ears, and swayed his hips against her hand, until she groaned in mercy for more.  She fumbled to unloosen his pants and push them down. 

“Let me,” she broke the kiss, trying to get off the junk, the moment his swollen manhood was free, looking at it with longing ness, “please.”

“No,” he hissed lifting her back up, “I want to be inside you.”

He spread her again, unable to resist sucking her again.  She breathed heavily, moaning and heaving her body away and then hard to his face.  He felt her begin to come.  Immediately he stopped sucking her, inserting his manhood to the hilt.  Her head flung back as she ground faster onto him, the fire licking deep into her belly.  He fucked her harder and harder as she moved with him.  He buried his face in her neck as he pumped hard into her.  She was past climaxing. She was all out having a heart attack and stroke at the same time.  Suddenly she felt a wave starting to move past her.  As it came she knew another was close behind.  Her body was trembling, shaking, violently spasming and if she wasn't leaning on the car, she didn't know if she could have stood up to it.  Sensation was crowding in on her brain, leaving no room other thoughts than quenching her thirst.

Gasping, as he lifted her up off the car, then with strong hands under her ass, he pressed her back against the wall beside the car.  She then forced her body to relax and her inner muscles to work their magic, massaging every stroke.  His strokes then started to become longer and longer.  Her mind was past reality. She was in this europhic fury, in a velvety haze, then there was an earth shattering sensation that gripped every inch of her pussy, making her vibrate hard.  In seconds they were both lost in a fantastic orgasm.  He didn't move for a long moment.  The air smelt of their love juices.

Abruptly, he moved out of her, but gently set her on the ground.  “You’d better rush home,” he growled, “its not safe for young women like you.”

She got up, her legs wobbling a bit, before she gathered her balance.  She looked around, her spandex in tatters and her cape was nowhere to be seen. 

“Here,” he handed her his shirt as he adjusted his pants, “go home.”  With that he walked away, shirtless into the darkness and the still of the night.

Reaching home, she found her husband already in bed.  Not wanting to wake him, she tiptoed to the master bathroom.  Sitting by the jacuzzi she took off the shirt, inhaled the muskiness.  She then stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror above the vanity, studying the love bites on her neck.   Her eyes were wild with excitement.

Releasing the shirt she then walked into the shower cubicle for a quick shower.   Feeling fresh and clean after washing away the night’s forbidden pleasure, she joined her husband in bed.  Slowly, careful not to wake him, she leaned towards him.  She kissed him gently, soft kisses like the lightest flap of a butterfly's wings.  He moaned and her lips return to his, pulling his tongue into her warm mouth and sucking on it. 
Enthusiastically she reached under the sheets and she found him.  With her touch he flexed to life, delighted she flung down the sheets, reached forward and took him softly and tenderly over her lips.  Eagerly she suckled him, getting gratification by the fleshy swelling response and his moans. 

With one hand holding and kneading his balls, she wrapped the other firmly around his manhood and slowly began to move it in slow up and down movements.  As she sucked, she caressed the head and rimmed his manhood with her hot wet tongue.  His hands gripped the sheets while his hips began lifting off the bed to thrust deep into her sucking mouth.  She worked her lips and tongue feverishly around his stiffened manhood, plunging him deep into her throat.  Almost immediately she felt the first awakening seed.  He arched his back and came with the stinging heat of volcano eruption. 

Spent he pulled her close and held her breathing hard and fast.  He then kissed her sweat-streaked face.  “Baby, you are insatiable” he laughed, kissing her tenderly, “you wouldn’t have slept until you had me?”
“How could you have gotten me so hot and wouldn’t let me suck you?”

“By the way, you make a really sexy classy call girl.  You were so beautiful,” her husband of seven years commented tenderly as he tightly held her. “next time, you play my nurse.”

“Happy birthday baby,” she giggled, caressing his bold head as she cuddled closer to him, the smell of smoke and cheap perfume still on him, “and next time we take a cushion, my butt is so scratched!  Darn, it’s sore!  And you lost my cape!”