Bank Teller Turned Hooker Ch. 12

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Chapter 12 – GETTING MY OWN ROOM

Mae said, “Let’s go do some shopping. Maybe it will get your mind to slow down for a minute. You need some supplies. Fuck! I forgot, I never put your clothes in the dryer. You can wear some of mine.”

We went into her bedroom and she opened her closet; it was a walk-in.

She said, “Well forget a bra, mine are too big for you. But who needs a bra?” She pulled out a top and said, “Oh, this will look cute on you. Try it on.” I took off my robe and, once again, stood before her naked. She took hers off too.

I accepted the top from her. It was just a half-top with spaghetti straps. I slipped it over my head. The top fell over my shoulders and the front of it draped over my tits. But, because I was braless, it was more than my midriff that was showing. She pulled out a similar top for herself and put it over her head. Mae stood barely a few inches taller than me, proportionately we were about the same but her boobs were closer to a C. I thought her top was more flattering than mine.

She said, “We look like twins.” That might have only been the case because we were both Asian and were wearing half-tops, but that was about it. She faced me and put her hand on one of my breasts. She said, “This top looks so sexy on you.” She started squeezing my boob. I momentarily closed my eyes. I opened them again.

I asked, “Why am I so addicted to you?”

She said, “Because I’m new.”

We embraced in a kiss. She lowered her hand to my pussy and I spread my legs. I was so wet again. And for the first time I stopped us. I pulled away and said, “If we don’t start we’ll never stop. Let’s get dressed and maybe later.”

She said, “That’s probably a good idea. I almost broke the household rule. I was going to let you violate me in my own bed.”

We regained our composure and she went back to looking through her closet; she pulled out a skirt. It was a very short skirt. She said, “Now that will definitely look sexy on you. Try it on.”

I tried it on and some might have considered it to be obscenely sexy. She had a large vanity mirror in the bedroom and I looked at myself in the mirror. The skirt was just long enough to cover my cheeks by about an inch or two. She grabbed some heeled shoes and said, “Try these with it.”

They were only about 1-1/2″ heels and when I slipped them on, instantly my calves and thighs looked tighter. I looked at myself from behind and then the front and then behind again. I smiled my approval.

Mae said, “You look hot! Do those shoes feel ok? They’re a size 5-1/2.”

I said, “That’s my size too, they feel perfect.”

She said, “The question is, do you feel comfortable going out dressed like that?”

“For the past day-and-half I have been naked, wearing this I feel like I’m wearing snow gear. I don’t think I would have dressed this way a few days ago, but it certainly feels comfortable now.”

She reached around the closet and pulled out a skirt for herself. She slipped it on. It was not as short as mine, but it was still quite revealing. I told her she looked great. We were both braless and pantiless. I went back to looking at myself in the mirror.

Mae said, “You like it, don’t you? I rarely wear that top or skirt anymore, so you can keep them.” She pointed to the bottom of the closet where there was shoebox after shoebox. She continued, “Keep the shoes too. I have so many, I rarely wear them more than a couple of times.”

We went into the bathroom and did our makeup to go out into the world. She said, “Grab your purse and your phone.” I did and glanced at my phone; more messages.

We went to the family room and my cash was still littering the sofa and floor where we had done my photo shoot. She gathered the bills and said, “Here’s your money, go ahead and put it in your purse. You’ll only need about a hundred. Maybe a little more.”

I asked, “Why so much?”

“Condoms. You need to get different sizes and I’m not kidding. I think you’re going to need about 50. Plus you’ll want to get some KY and baby wipes.”

We were nearly ready to leave and we both heard her laptop chime: new mail. It was a response from Terry. It simply read:

Vanessa-

When did your last period start?

I clicked the reply button and sent a simple two-word reply:

Last Sunday

I assumed he had to be near his e-mail and it was confirmed about a 30 seconds later when he wrote:

Thursday night starting at 7:00 until the party is over and then also Friday night starting at 7:00 until the party is over.

I will host you at my house. Karen will not be here. It will just be my friends and me. No condoms.

They will each pay you $250 in advance. I can almost guarantee 10 to 12 each night. Some may be there both nights.

Does that work for you? Can I share those pictures with the others?

Let me know.

I read it out loud and Mae said, “I’m certain he’s already shared the pictures. You do realize what he’s asking you to do, casino şirketleri right?”

I didn’t answer her. I hit reply and started writing:

Terry,

Yes. I’ll do it. You realize that I can likely get pregnant. I will be ovulating by then.

I clicked send. The reply took less than 30 seconds again. He wrote:

Yes, you will look so hot pregnant. But I think you know that too.

My response was even quicker:

: ) I can’t wait! No more e-mails through Mae. Text me instead (and I gave him my number, even though I was certain he already had my number).

I clicked send. We didn’t see another e-mail. Mae stared at me and smiled. She said, “Now I’m wishing I was you.”

Mae said, “Let’s get out of here before he sends another message. I think enough has been said.” I actually wanted him to send me a text. I wanted him to suggest that we meet right away. But, it didn’t happen. We started to leave and Mae suddenly remembered to put my clothes into the dryer. She transferred my clothes to the dryer and we went out through the garage and climbed into her car. The garage door opened and for the first time since Friday night I left the house with clothes on. She said, “Let’s go to Walgreens.”

As we drove through her community I stared down at my lap. Sitting down my skirt was much more revealing. The hem of the skirt did not quite cover my bare pussy. Mae caught me looking at myself. I looked over at her skirt. Hers was pulled up even higher. She took her right hand and took my hand in hers. She said, “I want you to touch me.” She let go of my hand and I reached over to her pussy to do as she asked. She reached over to my pussy and did the same. She said, “You can recline your seat if you’d like.” I reached over and found a button alongside my seat. The electric motor whirred as the seat reclined. She was a relentless seductress.

I let here drive the car to wherever she intended while we drove each other crazy. I didn’t know exactly which Walgreens we were going to, not that it made much difference. But as she played with my clit, I hoped it might be a long drive.

With no sense of time or place I felt the car bump its way into what had to be a parking lot. She parked the car and removed her hand from me and I did the same of her. As I started raising my seat to sit up, we simultaneously said, “That was nice.” Mae quickly followed up with “Jinx!” I looked around to see where we were. I knew the location. I also knew that we probably passed 3 other Walgreens to get to this one. I had to presume for this type of shopping, she preferred not to use the Walgreens in her own neighborhood.

Our hands were both sticky. She reached into the glove box. There was a small container of wipes. I also noticed there were at least a half dozen condoms. She said, “I’m always prepared for anything.”

We wiped off our hands and adjusted our skirts and got out of the car. We walked into the store, picked up a shopping basket and Mae seemed to know exactly where to go. She led us directly to the naughty aisle. She starting pulling down condoms from the shelves. A couple were 36-packs but a number were 10-packs. But she grabbed a variety of types. She leaned toward me and said, “It will take a few times, but you need to figure out what you like most.” She pointed to one and said, “This is my favorite.” She pulled two 10-packs of the one she was talking about and put it into my basket.

Then she moved to the KY. I didn’t know there were different types, but there wasn’t too much inventory. There may have been a half dozen tubes and she grabbed them all. She said, “Let’s get some baby wipes.”

We picked up two small tubs of baby wipes and then she led me to the beverage aisle. She found the Gatorade and she asked me, “What is your favorite flavor? You should get at least 10 bottles for now. I don’t know if it is really why, but whenever I drink the orange flavor, guys tell me my pussy tastes sweeter.” I immediately put 10 bottles of orange flavor into my basket. She asked, “Can you think of anything else?”

Jokingly I said, “Vibrators?”

She said, “That will have to be a different shopping trip. Now for the fun part; check-out.”

There were two cash registers open. One had a female cashier, the other was a male. We naturally went to the male.

He started ringing everything up. It came to nearly $200. I handed the cash and then Mae said, “We’ll need a receipt. We work for Planned Parenthood.” Dressed as we were, I doubt he thought that was the case. He bagged everything and gave me my change and we left the store. I chuckled on the way out, “Planned Parenthood.”

We went back to the car and I felt my phone buzzing in my purse. I pulled it out, it was my mom so I answered. She asked me if I would be coming home or spending the night at Mae’s again. She reminded me, that I had her car. Having her car was not a big deal on the weekends, but she would need it to get to work in the morning. I assured her that I would have the car back home casino firmaları for her. She told me that she and my dad were on their way to my uncle’s home in San Leandro. She said that if I did go home, I would have to have dinner on my own. I got off the phone with her and looked through my phone. More missed calls and more voicemails. Mae said, “You’d better start answering your phone. Otherwise some will think you’re fake or a flake and start posting that way. You’ve started off well, don’t ruin a good thing.”

I asked, “Can I take you to dinner? My mom and dad won’t be home.”

She said, “I’d love that!”

I asked her what she would like and she suggested Japanese Teppan. She said she knew a good place. It sounded good to me too.

I said, “Maybe you can do me a favor. Can we drop my car off at my house? It’s my mom’s car and she’ll need it for work. I think I’m going home tonight, but I thought the same thing Friday and Saturday nights too.”

She asked, “You want to do that now?”

“Sure.”

So we drove back to Mae’s home to get my car. Despite my provocative attire, I didn’t bother changing when we picked up the car; I knew my parents would not be home so they wouldn’t have to go into cardiac arrest to see how I was dressed. I left my Walgreens bag in Mae’s car and then she followed me to my parents.

Once at my parents I told Mae to wait while I went inside the house. I told her I wanted to get my school backpack to put my new supplies in. I retrieved the backpack and was back outside in no time. I looked around the neighborhood and no one seemed to notice that the neighbor’s daughter was dressed like a slut. Part of me wanted to be seen.

We drove back to Mae’s. As we drove, I transferred all my new goodies into the backpack. As I shuffled through the condoms, I realized that I had about 150 condoms. Mae noticed me counting them. She said, “It may seem like a lot. But it isn’t.” At that moment I could faintly hear my phone vibrating in my purse. I pulled it out. Mae said, “I think you should turn up the sound so you know when you’re getting calls. You should answer it.” I turned on the sound and the ringer started chiming. I answered the phone.

“Hi, this Vanessa.”

“Hello, hey this is Tim. I saw your info online. Are you available?”

“I really was sort of taking the day off today, when were you hoping to meet?”

“Oh, I was really hoping you were available to meet today.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Full service.”

“Are you married? Be honest, it’s ok if you are.”

“Yes, I’m married.”

“300 with a condom, 500 without.”

“Really?”

“Yes, trust me. I’m worth it.”

“Do I have to decide which way now?”

“No.”

Mae whispered, “Tell him you can meet him tonight around 8:00. I have an idea.”

I looked at her and whispered, “Really?”

She whispered, “If you really want to.”

“Where? Your house?”

She said, “No. Tell him Motel 6 on First. The one near Gish, not Brokaw.”

Back to the phone I said, “Do you want to meet tonight? 8:00?”

“Yes, I can do that.”

“Do you know the Motel 6 on First Street, near Gish?” I looked toward Mae to be certain I got the location correct. She gave me a nod.

He said, “I think I know where it is.”

“Be there at 8:00. Call me when you get there. I’ll tell you where.” And we hung up.

I put away the phone and said, “What about dinner?”

Mae said, “We’re still going to eat dinner. The restaurant is practically across the street from the motel. This can work out well. You can get a room tonight and pay for 2 nights. This way you know you’ll have a room in the morning too.”

I said, “You think of everything!”

She said, “I know how it works. But I also know, like I said before, if you don’t start answering those voicemails and phone calls you are going to miss out on a lot of new prospects and opportunities. Let’s get back to my house and we’ll get your clothes. You don’t need to change, we can go to dinner dressed this way. But, I don’t think we’ll be coming back here tonight. I’ll get you home after your date.”

I smiled and thought to myself, ‘Number 11’, and I could feel moistness building between my thighs.

When we got to her house we went to the laundry. I pulled out my shorts, underwear and top and folded them neatly. It was nearly 5:00 and she suggested we get going. We had considered dinner at 6:00 so we had plenty of time. I was still wearing the shoes that she gave me, and grabbed my sandals that I had left at the front door when I first arrived Friday night. I put my clean clothes and shoes into the backpack.

We got into the car and headed for the restaurant. As we drove, Mae said, “Open up one of your boxes of condoms. You should try the one I suggested, I think you’ll like them.” I started opening the box. She said, “Take out a few and put them in your pocket.”

I didn’t even know the skirt had a pocket. She pointed to the skirt güvenilir casino and there was a very small pocket on the inside of the waistline of the skirt. She said, “Most of my skirts have pockets like that. I either buy them that way, or I have a seamstress at the cleaners make it for me. See?” And she pointed out the skirt that she was wearing had one too. She continued, “I tend to leave a few condoms in them.” She reached into her own pocket, and sure enough she showed me a condom inside. She said, “I wore this skirt on Friday afternoon, my bullets are still there. I suggest always carry three because one may break and you could always drop one. So three is my magic number.” So with her suggestion, I put three condoms into the custom pocket of my skirt.

I said, “Now, how long have you been doing this?”

She laughed and said, “Long enough to learn a lot of tricks, and that wasn’t meant to be a pun.” It took me a moment, but I was getting the lingo and laughed.

Considering the remoteness of Silver Creek, we actually arrived at the restaurant fairly fast. Mae said, “We’re here early enough.” She pointed across the street and said, “Why don’t we go check out the motel and see if we can get you a room.”

We drove across the way and as we did my heart was back to pumping loudly. I wondered if she could hear my heart thumping, because I could. We drove into the parking lot and Mae started pointing out rooms and said some room numbers out loud. All the rooms were on the second floor. All the rooms were on a balcony. And, all the rooms were in corner units near the stairs.

She said, “Do you have that driver’s license? Hide your real license and put your fake ID in its place. Do you remember your name, address and birthdate?”

I had committed the license info to memory. I pulled out my real license and tucked it deeper into my purse. I glanced at the license. All the info matched what I had memorized. She said, “Ask for a room for two nights. Ask them if one of those rooms numbers is available and if any of them have two queen beds. It may cost more for two beds, but I don’t think so. They may ask for a credit card, but just tell them you only have cash. Trust me, they won’t care.”

She drove around towards the office. I got out of the car with my purse in hand and went inside. I realized that I had never rented a hotel room before. I mean, I have gone to hotels with boyfriends before, but this was the first time that I was renting a room on my own. I was nervous, but thinking back I shouldn’t have been. It was just a motel and not a very good one either.

I went to the clerk and asked for a room. I asked about my preferred rooms and asked if any of them had two beds. He said two of them did. He looked me over and said, “I think you’ll like room 233.” Pointing across the lot he said, “It’s upstairs in that corner.”

I said, “Yes, that would be perfect.”

He asked me if it was one guest or two. I thought it might sound awkward if I said one, especially since I asked for two beds, so I told him two. He asked for my driver’s license and a credit card. I told him I didn’t have any credit cards, it would be cash. With what appeared to be a knowing look he said cash would be ok. As he gave the keys to me, he said, “Let me know if you’ll need more nights. And, in case you didn’t know, I can rent rooms by the hour too.”

Obviously he was more than aware that I didn’t need the room because Motel 6 was going to leave the light on for me. Within a few minutes I was walking out with two keys to the room.

I went back to the car and showed Mae the keys. She said, “We have time, do you want to check out the room?”

“Yes!”

We drove to the corner of the lot. I grabbed my backpack and the bag of Gatorade bottles and headed for the room. Mae followed me up the stairs and as she did she said, “Damn that skirt is short on you, I can see your wet pussy.”

We went to the room. It was a just slightly better than a total dump. Not much to it. But it did have what was required: Two beds, and I wanted to try one of them out. I rushed Mae and pushed her onto the bed. I was on top of her and our tongues went straight for each other. I was sexually intoxicated and so was she. There was no need to take off clothes. I pushed up her top and started sucking on her tits, something that both of us had somehow managed to avoid doing that weekend as we were both infatuated with what was between our legs.

She said, “The curtains are open.”

I said, “Who cares and I went back to sucking her nipples.”

As I sucked her I reached between her legs and she did the same to me. I started rubbing her clit and she followed suit. I moved my mouth up to hers and before our lips touched I said, “Make me cum.” For the next ten minutes we remain lip-locked and our fingers played with each other’s clits. Maybe I was the needier, but for whatever reason I was the first to cum. I could hear my pussy sloshing as she started slapping my pussy to intensify the orgasm. Her orgasm followed moments later.

We let go of each other and rolled onto our backs next to each other, both trying to regain our composure. I looked over at the window. I never heard anyone walk by but asked, “Do you think anyone saw?”

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