Testing the Submissive(17)

Lewis listened intently as I told the story, after which he handed me a check.

“$28,000 thousand bucks, Sir!!!”

“Yes, the Koreans are executives for a major consumer electronics company; and happily paid 10 grand each for that lovely session with you.”

I couldn’t believe I had earned so much. I was strangely proud of myself, and relieved that Lewis was able to earn a decent commission on this one, considering he paid for everything in Paris.

“Would you like to get fucked now, whore?”

My eyes lit up! Lewis had never fucked me on our continent. We had not yet made love on our side of the ocean. It would verify that Paris was not just a one-time thing. My eyes watered with tears of joy!!

“Yes. Yes! YES!!” was all I could utter.

“Then sit the fuck down cunt,” was his cold reply.

Sit the fuck down? What did that mean? When Lewis reached for the phone I knew I’d been had. Noooooo! How could he tease me like that? The bastard.

I was numb while Lewis waited for the person on the other end of his cell to answer. Fuck!! I can’t believe I thought he was going to fuck me. How did we go from Paris to this? I said nothing. Instead I cast my eyes downward and stared at the floor. I wanted to say so much: you fucking jerk, I would do anything for you, anything, and yet you treat me like shit.

“Yo, dude,” Lewis spoke. I could only hear his side of the conversation, but it was enough. He and whoever he was speaking to exchanged hellos, and then Lewis got down to business.

“Anyway, you know the whore you and Brutus messed up last month?”

Brutus? Oh no. He was speaking to Grekko. Not Grekko! Of all people, Grekko?

“No, no, no, everything’s fine – in fact, more than fine. I’m calling because she wants to see you again, no charge this time.”

The conversation didn’t last very long. It didn’t have to. The part that worried me the most came at the very end.

“Now listen, Grekko. She’s already quite marked up this time. Yes, there are marks and discoloration all over her body as you’ll soon see. Therefore I have a suggestion which I’m certain you’ll adhere to. If Brutus joins the party, and I’m sure he will – concentrate on the soles of her feet.”

The soles of my feet? Oh crap. That must be the only part of me that isn’t tender.

As a final degradation Lewis’ parting words hurt as much as any whipping: “You’re the one who wanted to get fucked whore, so stop your whining.”

“Yes Sir,” I replied. “Thank you. This worthless whore thanks you Sir.”

Then I took a taxi to see Grekko.





CHAPTER 10: IN THE CAR


Seventeen long days later…

I was getting worried. Did Lewis forget about me? Did I do something wrong? Is everything okay with his life? Normally Lewis arranged for a post-assignment interview within a week or so of the session. Seventeen long days had passed since Grekko’s cock had been inside me; followed by radio silence.

For a few days afterward, I could barely walk. Grekko went to town on the soles of my feet alright. Instead of making me suck him off that day, he opted to force his fat cock into my pussy. I’m sure he figured since the visit was “my” idea, and a freebie no less – he better make sure I enjoy it. Meanwhile, slut that I am, I came all over that filthy cock of his. It pained me to see the smug look on his face. Little did he know that I would have given anything to be back at Lewis’, fucking a real man’s cock. Nope, in his view I was there by choice, and at my request. What else could I do but thank him when he finally dismissed me?

I had to play along: “This little whore would like to thank you, Grekko Sir, from the bottom of my heart, for agreeing to see me on such short notice. Thank you for letting me cum. And thank-you Brutus, for making sure the bottom of my feet matches the rest of my body – I’ll be sure to think of you every time I walk around in the coming days.”

I was in the car driving when Lewis finally phoned. I was overjoyed to say the least. He asked where I was, and I gave him an approximate location.

“How far from your home would say that is?

“Um, I think it’s about an hour’s drive.”

“I want you to make three strops on the way home.”

“Three stops, Sir? I mean, yes of course Sir.”

I assumed Lewis had made arrangements, and I expected he was about to provide the addresses. Needless to say, I was surprised as he elaborated on my day’s mission. I was to stop at three different bars of my choosing. In each bar I was to select some random guy, who if willing would be the recipient of a free blowjob, no strings attached. I cringed at the thought of this. As much the idea of approaching these guys, as the act I would perform on them. How would I find them? What would I say? ‘Hey, excuse me, in the mood for a quick blowjob?’ They’ll think I’m a hooker.