His apartment was a mess. Cluttered, and certainly not clean. He sat on the couch while I did my duty. He asked to see my breasts, and I obliged him. I figured if it made him more aroused; why not speed up the process. He wanted to fondle them, but I wouldn’t allow it. I just wanted to get this over with and get on my way. However, to my astonishment, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He actually had the audacity to bargain with me. Since he was doing me a favor by letting me get revenge on my boyfriend, I should reciprocate by letting him touch me. Rolling my eyes, I agreed. Whatever. I told him he could touch me, but after the blowjob. This way, I had the peace of mind that my mission was accomplished.
With a fresh load of cum in my stomach, I stood before the guy and let him touch my breasts. He pulled and twisted my nipples, but softly. Of course, he had no idea of the sorts of abuse my breasts had endured at the hands of others, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell him. Then he started feeling between my legs. Oh God. I couldn’t help but gasp when he pressed against my clit, through my pants. He unfastened my button and pulled down the zipper. I considered stopping him, but I had agreed to let him touch me, and I had neglected to specify breasts only.
When his fingers entered me, I realized how wet I was. I was soaking wet, possibly from the earlier blowjobs, but more likely from the simple fact I was obeying Lewis’ orders. This did not go unnoticed, and I saw the guy smile. He knew his way around a pussy, and two fingers began to tease my clit. Involuntarily I began to hump at his hand, which also did not go unnoticed.
“Now now, what do we have here?” he taunted me.
I didn’t say a word. I decided to let him touch me for another half-minute or so, and then leave. But he was relentless with his teasing of my clit, and I was approaching the point of no return.
“You want to cum, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. But I didn’t pull away either. Perhaps I’d let him quickly bring me off, and then get on my way. “Yes…yes please, I’d like to cum.”
“Since I touched you, we’re back to even. If you want to cum, you’ll have to offer something in exchange.”
What?? Are you nuts, dude? You’re lucky I’m even here! I don’t want to cum that bad. Least of all with you! “Off…offer something in…in return?” Why did I just say that? I should just leave; this is my chance.
“If you want to cum, you’ll have to stay and suck my cock again. One more time. But it might take me twenty minutes to rebound, so you can spend that time licking my balls.”
I wanted to say fuck you. But those weren’t the words that seemed to escape my mouth. Instead I found myself saying: “I will. Please let me cum. Please let me cum and stay and suck your cock again.”
“And to get me prepped, you’re gonna give my balls a nice long tongue-bath, right?”
“Yes, yes I will. I’ll lick your balls. Oh God. I want to cum sooo bad.”
His fingers brought me over the edge. I had an incredible orgasm. My legs trembled and almost buckled. I gasped and bit my lip. Then, I hung my head in shame. I knew I had enough time to stay another hour and still be home to call Lewis as scheduled.
So I stayed. I licked the guy’s hairy balls just like I’d promised. He rebounded. Then I swallowed his cum for a second time, while my own fingers brought me off a second time as well.
At exactly 8:00 pm I phoned Lewis from the sanctuary of my living room. We talked. Mostly he wanted to know how I approached the men. I told him the story I concocted, and how it seemed to work. My heart sank when he told me there were at least three lesbian bars in the city, and it will be interesting to see if my tactic works just as well with the other gender. Thankfully, it was evident he meant someday in the future.
For now, we had another matter to tend to: “You will meet my network colleagues tomorrow,” Lewis said.
The network? “Yes Sir. I’ll be ready Sir.”
CHAPTER 11: THE NETWORK
The very next morning…
I was in the midst of a crazy dream: I had been kidnapped by a Mexican drug cartel, with my body offered up as a reward for whatever foot soldier had performed well that day. The leader offered the end of my leash to a street dealer who had just sold a nice amount of blow. Rather than take the leash, the lucky recipient grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me onto a dirty mattress...
The ringing of the phone on my nightstand awakened me from the reverie.
“H..hello,” I said, my voice groggy. It was Lewis.
"You will have an interview of a different sort today. The network would like to meet you, for a direct conversation."