“Okay, but no fucking. It’s not really cheating if I don’t fuck you.” His hot breath teased the hair at the nape of neck.

So that was how he was going to rationalize it to himself?

A quick burst of guilt filled me at the knowledge that he was very much cheating on his fiancée even if he wasn’t sticking his penis in my vagina. It was just semantics.

Now that I knew I did have some sex appeal, I shouldn’t go through with it. I should let him walk away with his integrity intact.

I tamped down that line of thought. I needed the money, and Timmy wasn’t as innocent as he looked by coming to a brothel with his friends. He knew what happened behind those doors and he chose to walk through them anyway.

No. I was just doing my job by getting him off. If I walked away from him now, nothing was stopping one of the other girls from seeking him out. My conscience was going to have to take a back seat if I was going to make it in this place.

“Alright then.” I rose from his lap and entwined our fingers as we made our way over to Big J. It didn’t take long for them to work out the details of our half hour together, and then I was leading Timmy back to my room.

I felt a sense of accomplishment when the door clicked shut behind me. Timmy might use my body in various ways for the next half hour, but I wouldn’t be sleeping with him. It seemed like a win-win in my opinion, not having to go all the way.

“Sex is off the menu,” I reminded him as he lounged on my bed. “So what would you like me to do first?”

“Naked,” he croaked out. His eyes that were green the first time I looked in them were now dark with his desire.

“I definitely think you being naked is the way to go.” I closed the distance between us and ran my hands under his t-shirt and up his abdomen before gripping the hem and pulling it over his head.

His chest was toned and sprinkled with red hair. His arms were muscled, most likely thanks to the heavy equipment he carried while on duty.

Timmy stood up when I moved to his jeans. After removing his shoes, he helped me pull them off his legs. His cock stood at attention, pointing at me like an arrow. I had to fight a giggle at the thought. It was really hard to be serious when you weren’t exactly turned on. Timmy was good looking, but he did nothing for me. I idly wondered if this was something I would need to get used to.

“Your turn,” he reminded me.

“You’re right.” I pulled the sheer material down my arms and let it fall, revealing my breasts, which Timmy seemed to appreciate if the way his cock twitched was anything to go off of. Shimmying the material over my hips, I stepped out of it and spun around slowly for his perusal. “Now what should we do?”

Timmy licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the spot between my legs. “I want to taste you,” he finally confessed.

Like a cat, I crawled across the bed on all fours, stopping in front of him. Lying on my back, I spread my legs wide, offering him an unhindered view of what he was paying for.

“Damn,” he breathed before settling between my legs and exploring me with his fingers. His thumbs spread my lips for him and his head descended. That was when I held my breath in anticipation of that first sweep of his tongue. I might not have been turned on before, but there was a faint throb taking up residence between my legs right alongside Timmy’s head.

He ran his tongue along the flesh from my entrance right up to my clit. My head fell back and a moan left my mouth.

That felt good, I thought, bracing myself for the next onslaught. It never came, though. Instead, Timmy stiffened his tongue and began poking my entrance with it like he was fucking me with a tiny dick. Did he really think this was what women wanted? I mean sure, once the juices were flowing this felt good, but right then it was doing nothing for me.

My poor clit felt neglected as he sloppily tried to eat my pussy. I stared at the ceiling, remembering to clench the sheets at my side and moan every few seconds. All the while, I kept reminding myself this was all for the greater good.

Deciding the torture against my pussy needed to be done and quickly, I decided to go for the crescendo. I gripped his hair and held him in place, pressing his head deeper into my flesh. My hips rose and fell, and I moaned almost theatrically like I was coming.

Timmy rose over me after I loosened my grip on his head. His cock slipped into my folds and he began thrusting himself against the general vicinity of my clit. This had some potential if I could just get… my position… there! The word was cried out in my head when I shifted my hips enough to angle him against my clit.

His breaths came in harsh pants against my neck as he moved himself in a fast rhythm, apparently not wanting to savor anything, instead choosing to race to the finish line.

I allowed myself a moment to feel bad for Timmy’s soon-to-be wife. She was in for a long life of mediocre sex with this one. Even when Kevin was a drugged out asshole, he was still better between the sheets than this guy.

“Oh fuck. Oh yes,” he began chanting. His hips pumped faster.

I squeezed my eyes and stopped bothering to chase the orgasm that was beyond my reach, instead gripping his ass and pulling him to me to help him along.

It worked, and within seconds, Timmy was shuddering and convulsing as his cock that was trapped between our bodies pumped his release all over my lower stomach.

Timmy lay on top of me with his head buried in my neck for several moments while he came down from his high. I trailed my fingers lightly over his back in a soothing gesture that seemed to come second nature to me.

“That was great.” He chuckled softly as he lifted himself off me.

“Mmm hmmm,” I said noncommittally.

“Do you mind if I?” He gestured towards the bathroom and I shook my head. Typical man, thinking about himself first while I had the evidence of our time together drying on my skin.

I grabbed a tissue from the box on my nightstand and wiped off my stomach before grabbing a bra and pair of panties from my wardrobe.

Somehow I felt a little used after that whole display with Timmy. I’d known what I was getting into, sure, but I had always assumed I’d at least enjoy myself whenever I was with a client. And while I was relieved I hadn’t been subjected to what I was sure was Timmy’s stellar love making abilities—insert snort—it would have been nice to have had that time to possibly get myself off.

I really needed to talk to Candy and see how she dealt with situations like this.

The door to the bathroom opened and Timmy came sauntering out, fully dressed. He gave me a lopsided grin and stood awkwardly by the door. Giving him the escape I’m sure he craved, I placed my hand on his chest and leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Good luck with the ball and chain.” Leaving him standing at the door, I went and took a shower, hoping to scrub away the icky feeling I was left with.

When I came out of the shower, I rolled my eyes at the twenty-dollar bill sitting on my nightstand. He could have at least given me a better tip to make up for the fact I had to fake it.

Then again, it’s better than nothing, I reminded myself.

Shaking my head, I put the money in my purse and then went out in search of Candy, locking the door behind me on the way.

After a quick sweep of the main room came up empty, I found Candy and Brandy in the lounge room. I flopped down on the couch next to them and heaved a sigh.

“Well?” Candy asked with a raised brow.

“It was… interesting.”

“That sounds ominous,” Brandy chimed in.

“That’s because it was,” I told them.

“I’ve got to hear this.” Candy leaned in, barely containing her interest. Brandy followed suit, leaving me with no choice but to tell them what happened with Timmy.