One thing Monique left out, however, was that it was a strap-on the size of a fist!
June had to quickly wipe the surprise off her face.Here’s hoping that’s as big as it gets. Technology was something else these days. Just when June thought she had the finger on thepulse of the latest shit companies put out to use in the bedroom, here she was with a lampshade beneath her ass. She felt like she was straddling Miquela’s damned leg, not what she kept in her pants. With the fakest giggle on her lips, June eased off Miquela’s lap and kissed her chin. Miquela did not look pleased.
That only made her hotter.
June was not used to genuinely gorgeous strangers walking into her boudoir. Most of them were okay. Certainly cleaner and better smelling than the clients she started her career with, working at Ms. Esther’s Escort Services, but God forbid they took care of themselves, good breath, or a body worth writing home about – let alone how to use it.Meanwhile, this thing.If June were still in contact with her mother, she would totally write about it, but she doubted Mrs. Kingsley would be allowed such scandalous stories in prison.The guards would enjoy it, sure.
Miquela was different. Once she walked into her room, June had sensed it. Not only did she carry herself with a confidence that existed outside ofI have a lot of money, thanks,but she had a clear voice and perfume to strike June’s heart.Now I regret burning that incense. It was supposed to set the mood. Instead, it overrode the Annick Goutal perfume this woman smartly wore on her skin. June was blowing it all. What was she supposed to do with a gorgeous Monacan stumbling into her room? Oh, right, fuck her, and get paid for it!This is supposed to be the best part of this job.How many times could she say she was genuinely attracted to a client? Money and power could only make a guest so attractive, especially after June had seen a hundred of them over the past year.
Except.Except.
Somebody’s kink. Six o’clock.
“You seem to be quite well endowed, Miquela.”
The last of the cognac disappeared down her throat. “Should’ve saved some of this for you. You’re going to need it.”
“Oh?”
“Trust me.”
Okay, Monique, you owe me.On one hand, how nice was it that her boss thought of her for this shit? On the other? Ha!Ha.
“No worries.” June concentrated on Miquela’s face. Her beautiful, striking face was covered in light freckles that matched the brownish highlights on her scalp. June ran her hand through it, marveling at how soft a woman’s hair could be. What did she put in it? She would have to ask later. “You’re in good hands, ma’am.” Those hands went back to her buttons, slowly weaving them in and out of little eyes that were probably hand-stitched somewhere in Portugal.God, I should be riding her right now. Boom. Shirt open.
Every saint in the universe best have mercy on her soul, because those were breasts. June checked her dropping jaw and tried not to drool on her guest.
“I think you might be getting aroused, Ms. June.”
“What makes you say that? Not that you’re wrong.”
Miquela flicked one of the hard nipples poking through June’s dress. “Glad to know I inspire you to do your job.”
Who kissed who first? Did it fucking matter?
Before June could be swept away in the taste of Miquela’s mouth and the feel of her powerful visage against hers, however, she stepped back, fingers on her dress zipper.
Miquela patiently watched as June dropped her dress on the ground. June was always quick to take her clothes off at work, but even this was ridiculous for her. Didn’t help that she wore no bra, and her nipples were happy to be there. Or maybe that worked more in her favor.
“I hope you appreciate how gorgeous you are,” Miquela said, wrapping her hands behind her head. Good. She was makingthose arms flex. On purpose? Who knew. June sure didn’t care. Distracting, though. “I’m sure you hear that all the time.”
June was back on her knees, both eager and anxious to find out what was really going on in those pants.I will laugh if it’s cheap.She doubted it. People like Miquela only wanted the best quality.And the biggest, apparently.Had Monique failed to provide critical information about the guest that night? Was June being rude this whole time?
“You might be surprised.” June maintained eye contact as she rubbed the strap-on through Miquela’s pants. She slowly lowered the zipper, wetting her lips. “A girl never tires of hearing it.”
“Then hear it again. You’re a beautiful woman.”
June held in any reaction bubbling behind her eyes, in her throat, and in her loins as she uncovered the piece hiding within suit trousers and gray cotton briefs.Hi. My name is June Kingsley.Pleasure to meet you.She introduced herself because she was about 90% sure this was a sentient being in here.
It was better than responding how she really wanted to: by exclaiming that she should have another career as a porn star.
Theonlyappropriate response was to run her fingers beneath that silicone length, feeling the heat of Miquela’s natural skin fill with lust.For me.Usually, June assumed that a guest’s arousal was not because of her. Because she was a woman? Let alone a naked, sexually available one? Obviously. But because ofher?Nah. She never took that amount of credit. These guests she slept with would get ready for the nude statues in the labyrinth outside. Most of them were only concerned with the body June provided.And they usually only care about the holes.Well…She’s definitely gonna get a tight one out of me.Every woman in the world was probably tight to a woman like this.
Haha. Having sex with thisthing.
In civilian life, June would probably congratulate Miquela on her confidence in the bedroom to brandish a thing like that and be on her way, whistling and laughing until she found someone to gab about it with.“Girl, you should’ve taken it on! Especially if she was that gorgeous!” “Don’t think you’d be saying that if you saw it.”June was a professional, though. Her job, the foundation of her career, was to act like this wasn’t a big deal. Almost any kink was fine with her. She had stepped on people’s genitals and called them lower than scum. She had molds created of her feet. She painted a self-portrait with her nipples and rolled up the canvas for her client. She put on a cowboy hat and lassoed a bucking bronco wholiterally neighedwhile galloping around her room. Even women like Miquela could be nasty freaks who wanted to stuff her orifices with ice and drink the melted water in a gold goblet.
A woman who liked stupid-big strap-ons was fucking tame.
