Brain(12)

I walked into the lobby, looked around, and noted a few Russian girls sitting on sofas. None especially attracted me, but they’d do. I walked to the front desk and told the guy, “Flash told me where to come. I assume I’m at the right place?”

I’m not big and bulky, but at six foot four, few people look down to talk to me. This guy looked up, with a few seconds of eye contact before his gaze flicked to the seating area and back to me. “You Brain?”

I nodded and he said, “S’posed to give you a discount. Pick out your girl and she’ll explain the prices. Figure twenty-five percent off whatever she tells you.”

“I want two girls. That a problem?”

“Choose as many as you’re willin’ to pay for, dude.”

I nodded. “Here’s the deal. I’ll pay the hotel $100 for the room for two hours, and I’ll pay the girls an agreed upon amount between us, of which you don’t get a cut. For my money, I want a regular room you’d give tourists who use Yelp.”

He was about to say no when someone yelled from the back, “Deal!”

The guy grinned, shrugged his shoulders, and I handed him five twenties before turning back towards the lobby.

Another couple of women had appeared while I was talking to the clerk, and as I approached them, I asked, “Who ate their Wheaties this morning?”

I went by smell more than looks, and picked the two who weren’t dreading a session with someone likely to last a while. One seemed to be looking forward to it, the other saw it as a job, but seemed interested in pleasing the client, if not aroused.

As we stepped into the room, I asked them, “How much for two hours? Blow jobs, vaginal and anal sex, both of you shower with me before and probably at least one of you afterwards, and I’ll use protection throughout.”

“No kink?”

I shrugged. “If one of you wants a spanking I can accommodate you, but I’m not interested in paying extra for the privilege. I just need to get my rocks off as many times as possible in the next two hours.”

I pulled my shirt off, and sat on a chair to unlace my boots.

One of the girls went to her knees as she said, “Here, let me.”

I sat back and let her as I reminded them, “We need to agree on the amount now, ladies.”

Neither girl was thrilled with the idea of washing her hair and going without makeup, but as a werewolf with a super sensitive nose, I needed both of them to be freshly showered and clean before I could enjoy sex with them.

I shampooed both of them to be sure they were clean, and then let them soap me up before I ordered them to soap each other. Everywhere.

The fifteen minutes we spent in the shower was worth every second, but within a minute of stepping out of the shower I had one of the girls bent over the back of the cheap desk chair while I fucked her brains out.

Since I like the feel of a pussy squeezing my cock through an orgasm, I took the time to figure out what worked for her, and brought her to several orgasms before letting her rest while I used the other woman — this one with her legs around my waist and her shoulders against the wall as I pounded her. However, while she gave the appearance of being close to an orgasm, I could tell by her smell, she wasn’t really into it.

Frustrated, I walked her to the bed, put her on her back, pulled out of her pussy, and slammed into her ass. The condom was lubricated, plus it had her pussy juices on it, and I figured she was a professional and was likely used to it.

Her yelp of pain only gave me a few seconds of guilt, because I immediately smelled arousal. This was the woman who’d asked if I wanted anything kinky — she wanted it rough. My cock hadn’t gone soft, but wasn’t rock hard because she hadn’t been getting into it. Now, it swelled and pulsed in her, and I pulled out and slammed in again, her yelp of pain music to my ears this time.

I plucked her nipples as I thrust in and out of her ass with no mercy, and asked, “You gonna come for me, blondie? Let me feel that ass squeeze my cock? Give me my money’s worth? You shoulda told me you liked it rough — got no problems accommodating you, but if you want a spankin’, you’ll have to ask for it.”

She shook her head. “Not allowed to ask for it. Have to charge you.”

I pulled out and stepped back at the implications of her words. “Your Master makin’ you turn tricks?”

She shook her head, reached down, and spread her pussy. “I was a whore when he met me. Not many women get to quit their job just ‘cause they get a boyfriend. Our deal is no one spanks me unless they pay extra.”

“Because he knows you don’t like it vanilla?”

She rolled her eyes and nodded, and I grinned. I could work with that. “Okay then, roll over, hands and knees. Won’t spank you, but I expect you to come for me. I do anything you aren’t allowed without charging extra, let me know.”