Sia sighed and locked her phone. The glow was no longer on her face, but the hazy streetlight casted an orange hue over her, showing her face in the dark. Her back wasn't to me anymore.
"I know your type, Dose. I'm not your type. I'm okay with being out of your league. It has nothing to do with your content on After Dark either. I can't shame you for making a buck. Thewomen you're seen with are chicken heads who have no class or substance. How'd I look laying up with somebody with fleas."
"Ohhh," I nodded with a grin. "You like them preppy boys huh? Them suit-and-tie-ass niggas? You like cock?" I teased her, getting a giggle out of her.
"That's not what I'm saying. And please don't insult me like that. I'll never let a cock near my ebony hole, nigga, but the bitches you like have no class, like I said. If you come at me the way you did in there, then I know you come at them like that. Sending bottles to the table and shit, ain't nothing new to me. I'm not amazed by that. That's why I sent one back, because anything you can do I can do. You buy me a Benz, I can buy you one too. That's the point. I like romantic shit, Dose. Planned dates, impromptu roses, random lunch dates, feet rubs after a long day, stuff like that."
"I hear you baby."
"That's how I know I'm out of your league, because hearing me say all that, a nigga like you would say I'm doing too much," she retorted.
"Naw, you ain't doin' too much, but I need to be honest and say bitches, women I fuck wit' don't require a lot. It ain't that I don't know how to do it, but it'll be different for me."
Just as I finished my sentence a car pulled up alongside the sidewalk. It was her Uber driving a black Tahoe. Before getting inside, she turned and said, "I can't teach you how to apply pressure, Dose. I know what I'm worth and I shouldn't have to remind you of that."
I watched the truck until it drove off, the tires going over the rocky pavement. What Sia said pondered in my mind all night, that I was unable to fully focus on doing anything else.
Chapter Five
SIA
"It's so good to see you, my baby," Lira greeted me over the webcam.
She looked so fucking pretty, as always though.
Lira and I were beginning to form a bond, one that I've become afraid of because I'm not good with bonds built with clients. I know how to set those boundaries, whereas, keeping things strictly sexual and keeping business aside.
"It's good to see you too," I said.
"I been looking forward to this all day. God, I miss you so much. We're alone tonight," she mentioned.
I never probed around. Though Lira always paid more when her husband Jessie joined. Her transaction cleared, hence the reason for showing my face tonight.
"I want to try something different," she mentioned again once more, with her breasts exposed in the webcam. She was seated in an office chair with her legs gaped open, revealing a bald pussy, minus the landing strip above her vulva.
"What's that?" I asked all giddy-like.
I never changed my scenery. It was all the same. Paid clients saw more of my face exposed than regular pussy play request videos.
"I want you to fuck yourself with a cucumber. Have you ever done that before? Do you need to go to the store and get one?" She asked in a lust-filled tone.
Feeling a bit uneasy, I was open to the idea. "No, I've never tried that," I answered. I never entertained the idea either. When women go viral for stuffing weird objects in them including food, I curl my lip just a tad, because nothing about it made me want to purchase a cucumber so I could fuck myself with it.
"I want you to try it, baby. I think you'd love it," Lira suggested.
Feeling sort of hesitant, I lifted my naked body off the carpet and sauntered inside my kitchen to retrieve the cucumber out of the refrigerator. Then I went inside my bathroom to get some condoms and lube. Placing my face in the camera, being careful not to hit the tripod with my feet. Lira's eyes glowed when she saw me appear back with the cucumber. It was no more than seven inches. It was sort of long and skinny too.
"I need to mention something before we get started, though, Lira," I spoke.
"What's that, baby?" She grinned, while licking her fingers and twirling them over her wet, fat pussy.
"This will cost you an extra $8,000. It wasn't mentioned beforehand," I explained.
Lira didn't bat an eye, hearing me say that. She pulled out her other iPhone, tapped on the screen a few times and I heard a chime come to my phone, showcasing the same amount flash across my phone screen, confirming that I received it successfully via Zelle.
Much satisfied, I spread my legs apart and reached for the lube. Squirting a generous amount onto my fingers, I rubbed it over my pussy lips first, making sure everything was slick and ready. Then I tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it downthe length of the cucumber, coating it with more lube until it glistened under the light.
"That's it, baby," Lira moaned, her fingers already working her clit in slow circles. "Let me see you take it."
