I Was A Nerd's Hired Plaything

I'm not a whore.

I'm not a whore.

I'm not a hooker.

I kept telling myself that, but the reality was, maybe I was in a way. I saw myself as more of a slut that dated, a lot. I liked sex and I liked to have a lot of variety. I'd had a few longer term relationships, but to that point, none of them had been willing to accept my more adventurous side. I lived alone, so I could come and go as I pleased without questions. The looks I got from the old neighbor lady when I got home in the morning after a night out was almost funny. I guess coming home at dawn in a micro-minidress and heels wasn't something she'd ever done, poor old lady. She saw me go to work in a far more respectable business suits and sensible shoes, so it was quite a shock to her I guess.

I tried not to mess around at work, so I dressed less provocatively, but still tried to put on a bit of a show for the bosses. I'd been approached several times and tried to be as discrete as possibly in accepting or rejecting. Sometimes a little after work delight happened. One of my longer term flings happened that way, but the guy got possessive. Luckily he got transferred overseas before it got to be a problem. No, I didn't have anything to do with that... or did I? Hmmm. Sometimes it's good to know who's cock to suck under their desk when you want something done.

When I got dressed to go out hunting, I dressed the part. Hair done wild, makeup exaggerated, too short, too tight dress, too high heels. Very rarely anything else. Watching me get in and out of a car must have been fun for some people based on the way I caught them looking. I tried to make it worth their while when I could, usually with a wide smile to let them know it was OK to stare at my legs or ass. At 5'- 9" or so and mostly legs with a classic dirty blonde mane, I could stop traffic rather easily when I wanted to.

I'd walk into a club and take a seat at the bar and it was never long before the seats on either side of me were taken. Sometimes they didn't last too long before they moved on. I could be kind of bitchy if the wrong one tried, but I could also be very warm and accommodating to the right guy, even if he wasn't really my type. I'd gone to a hotel with 'Mr. Almost, But Good Enough' more times than I could recall. I never charged or ask for money, but if they offered a couple of hundred bucks, I never turned them down. Like I said, I wasn't a whore, but I wasn't stupid either. If some guy wanted to pay me to fuck me, who was I to say no? I will say that the guys who paid got different treatment. A date got a date treatment. A paying customer got their money's worth.

There were a few hotels in the area that were more friendly to casual, hourly customers than others and once a guy flashed cash, I decided we were going to one of my favorites.

Bill was one big spender and his offer of $500 was going to get him a night he'd long remember. I'd met a few real, full time pros and had learned enough from them to apply it properly when called for. How did I learn you ask? Hmmmm, that's for another story someday, but let's just say 'hands on', and lips and a few other things.

Bill got an eyeful at the bar and knew there was nothing under my dress. While dancing close, he got a handful of my ass and breasts too. He also got all but a hand job too, but I stopped short. More for me than him as I was about to pull his cock out and go down on him right there in front of everybody.

I never got in a car with a guy, so he followed me to the hotel. My license plate wasn't registered to my home address, so no fears there. In the parking lot, we hugged, made out and felt each other up a bit, then headed in to get a room. The desk clerk recognized me and arranged for a cash only check in. With Bill's arm around my waist, we headed to the room, my heels making a wicked echo on the tile floor.

Less than a minute in the room, my dress was off, his pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He assured me he could come again later and begged me to let him cum and swallow it. I believed him, but later found out I shouldn't have. He ate me for a while and got hard enough again to fuck me, but it wasn't what I expected. Heels almost always stayed on during this part. They loved seeing my legs straight up and my heels pointing at the ceiling as they drove into me. He got off in me, but it was a dry load that I couldn't feel like I usually did.

Less than an hour later, he was dressed and out the door, having dropped 5 $100 bills on my naked body. I guess I fell asleep like that and woke up later with them still laying there. I put one one each of my tits and took one and rubbed it over my pussy feeling kind of dirty for the first time since starting all this. I was beginning to question myself when I heard a faint knock on the hotel room door.

I grabbed a towel and went to the door. Opening it I saw one of the Room Service guys standing there nervously.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Ethan and I see you here quite a lot. I was wondering if we could talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Please, may I come in for a minute?"

"Sure, why not I guess." Clock said it was a little after midnight and the room was paid for until morning.

I stepped back inside and he closed the door behind us. I walked towards the bed and turned around to face him still holding the towel to cover my nakedness.

"So, what's on your mind... Ethan is it?"

"Y-y-yess" he stammered.

"What do you want to talk about then?"

"I know what you do when you're here."

Oh shit, here it comes.

"What do you mean Ethan?"

"Well you're always with a different man and they leave soon after."

"Is that a problem Ethan? Are you going to get me in trouble?"

"Oh no, I was just wondering...... if I could... maybe... hire you."

"Hire me Ethan? To do what?"

"T-t-t-o, to, you know... have sex." Poor guy was coming apart trying to ask this.

"Ethan, you're asking me to have sex with you for money?"

"Y-y-es, I guess."

"Do you know what that would make me Ethan? Do you think I have sex for money? Do you think I'm a prostitute?"

"N-n-no, I guess not, it's just that's you're here so often and all."

"Well, you're sort of right Ethan, men pay me a lot of money for what you're asking."

I dropped my towel and let him see me fully naked.

"Do you think you can afford this?" I asked as I posed a bit for him displaying myself. I pointed to the cash laying on the bed.

He literally couldn't answer. His eyes and mouth were open in shock. His pants were about to burst open too. I decided to torment the guy who looked to be in his twenties, maybe only a couple of years younger than me.

Stepping towards him, I took his hand and placed it on my naked breast. His breath was cut short and his hand was all but still.

"Go ahead Ethan, feel it. Squeeze it a bit. Does it feel nice in your hand?"

His hand fit nearly perfectly over my full, firm, but not large breast. 'Just the right handful size' I was often told. They stood out well from my lean frame and filled out my skintight dresses when I wanted them to. And to be honest, his hand felt wonderful for some reason.

"Y-y-yess ma'am."

"Ethan, your mother is Ma'am, your boss is Ma'am, your old school teacher is Ma'am. I'm Barb, OK? Do you like touching my breast?"

"Yes Ma', err Barb."

"That's better. What do you think it's worth for me to let you touch me?"

His puzzled look said I'd lost him.

"You wanted to pay me, didn't you? Is feeling my naked breast worth $5 to you?"

"Y-y-es, I guess."

I held my other hand out as I asked, "Do you have $5 then?"

"He took his hand away and reached in his pocket to pull out some cash and handed me a $5 bill."

I was playing this guy like a fiddle now and was having a blast doing it.

"Do you think it's worth $10 to touch my pussy?"

Without a word he handed me another $10 and stood as still as a marble statue. I had to take his hand and pull it to me again, making sure his finger was at my slit that was more than bit wet again. Why was this game turning me on?

"Are you OK Ethan? Does my pussy feel warm?"

Poor guy could barely talk as he stammered out another barely audible yes.

"Does my pussy hair feel soft?"

He only let out a muted moan this time.

I was beginning to take pity on him and led him over to the bed. I sat down beside him with our thighs touching.

"What's wrong Ethan? Haven't you been with a girl before? You don't seem to be enjoying this much"

"Yes, I've had a couple of girlfriends, but no where near a pretty as you."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're beautiful, too much for me."

"But you asked to pay me for sex, didn't you?"

"I though you'd get mad and throw me out. I didn't think you'd really let me touch you."

"I see, and you weren't ready for that. You're nervous now?"

"Yes, I am. Very."

I needed to find a way to calm him down and get us both relaxed. I was at a point where I almost wanted him and bad as he wanted me. I stood up and put a robe on then sat down at the desk, motioning for him to take the other chair. I left the robe open though so he could still see some of me.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I guess you surprised me and I didn't expect you to let me do anything."

"Am I being too aggressive?"

"No, you're just too pretty for me."

"So, I intimidate you"?

"Yeah, sort of."

"OK, so let's relax and talk a bit. What did you have in mind when you asked me what you did?"

"I was hoping maybe I could hire you to come to a party with me."

"You said you have a girlfriend, didn't you?"

"Had. She moved away. I haven't been able to find anyone else and I have this party coming up. It's the people from another job and they all make fun of me. I wanted to take somebody really pretty."

"Is your girlfriend pretty like me?"

"Oh no. Not even close."

"You want me to go with you to make the other people jealous then?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"I see. Did you tell them you have a pretty girlfriend?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"And you want to prove it to them. I see. Well, If I'm going to be your girlfriend, for a night, maybe we should know something about each other."

"How much would you charge me?"

"Well for the full experience like you're asking, I usually get $1,000.00 or so. Can you afford that?"

"No. No, I can't."

"Well let's see what we can work out. What time do you have you get back to work?"

"Oh I got off at 12. I saw the man leave and came up here before I went home."

"I see. Well, I have the room until morning, if you'd like to stay for a while. I've already been paid for the night too. When is the party?"

"Next Friday."

I stood up and dropped my robe. I took him by both hands and pulled him up out of the chair to me in a full body embrace, kissing him deeply. He was just a bit taller than me, so I had to reach up just a bit to get my arms around his neck. His cock stiffened and pushed into my belly though his pants.

I knelt down and pulled his pants and briefs down to his ankles. He leaned back against the desk and braced himself with his arms as my lips touched his cock head. I put a lot of effort into licking and kissing his cock and balls. I wanted him to remember it forever. I made sure to make frequent eye contact also, looking up to see him looking down at me. When I opened my lips and took his head into my mouth the first time, I felt his knees weaken thought he'd pass out. He held firm though and got firmer. A lot firmer. His cock actually got bigger in my mouth as I took him deeper. I thought I'd be able to get him all in fairly easily, but it was taking longer than I expected and my jaw was beginning to hurt at this angle.

I backed off and had him get undressed and lay down on the bed so I could try again. This way worked much better and I had him in my throat quickly. I pulled back a few times and took him all in again basically fucking my own mouth with him. I had to change positions one more time so I could look into his eyes as he unloaded into my throat.

I sat up and made a show of swallowing and licking some of him off my lips. I moved up and laid my naked body on his as we both recovered a bit. I came damn close to an orgasm myself and basically had a mild one as I laid on top of him. I kissed him a bit and let him taste himself on my lips and tongue.

I sat up and took his cock in my hand rubbing it over my wet slit as I looked at him. Then I pulled away and crawled up his chest. I managed to get into a position with my pussy over his face.

"Look at it Ethan. Smell it. Want it so badly you can taste it."

He tried to lick me, but I wouldn't let him

"Not tonight Ethan. Next Friday, after our date."

He groaned the most gutteral sound a person could make. I smiled a wicked evil smile.

"I know, I'm such a BITCH!!!!"

I threw him his clothes and told him to get dressed and leave. I left him a phone number I use for these things and told him to call me to work out the plans and time.

He looked back as he left the room almost in disbelief I stopped at that point.

"Friday!" I said as I blew him a kiss.

Once the door closed I grabbed a dildo from my bag and finished myself off. The nerd had my cunt raging. I wanted him as bad as he wanted me now. I wanted that throbbing monster in me. I decided I was going to go the extra mile that Friday and make his friends cry in pain as I fawned all over him.

We talked a few times during the week and I got to know a lot more about the situation. He was the nerdy picked on guy in a company of studs and jocks who though they were humanity's gift to women. Always bragging about their last conquest, yet none of them seemed to had a steady relationship with anyone. I asked him every question I could and made sure he knew enough about me to make it look like we'd known each other for years.

The party was to be at a club they often went to after work. I'd been to the place a few times, so I knew I could slut it up. I wasn't quite ready to let him know where I lived, so I made it work out where I'd meet him there. Being the bitchy center of attention wannabee I was, I wanted to make a grand entrance. And did I ever!

I knew the place and the layout of where the special events room was. I waited across the road for a bit and sent a message to make sure Ethan was already inside. I pulled up to the door and let the valet open my car door. Poor guy's eyes exploded as my legs appeared and my dress hiked up a bit too much. Standing up, I adjusted the hem and feigned a meek and hollow 'Sorry'.

Bright red, way too tight, too short and too low cut, this was a dress that was almost too daring for public. Sky high bright red patent leather heels and a matching patent choker was all I had on, nothing else. Lipstick and nails of the same color screamed S. E. X!

My entrance was far from unnoticed. The whole place got quiet as I walked in. I passed though the main bar and club and headed to the special events room. I could feel the eyes of the jocks and studs on me and more than one of them moved towards me almost immediately. Spotting Ethan in the middle of the room, I walked directly to him and hugged him closely. The potential suitors stopped in their tracks as I put my arms over his shoulders and kissed him.

He got into it quickly and we played the role just as planned. I wanted to show off and let everybody know who I was with. I made a show of it too. I hung all over him, constantly touching him, holding his arm or hand. Full body hugs with my head on his shoulder as others milled around us got a lot of attention.

I even spent some time with some of the others and danced with a few. Some of them got their hands on me but not too badly. It was made well known who I'd be leaving with.

Even the girls from the company began to look at my guy differently. Their look was clearly 'what the fuck does he have that SHE wants?'

I had a great time! It was one of the better evenings I'd spent at a party like this. Despite the fact this was mostly arranged, we really got along well. Nerd guy that wanted to buy me for an evening wasn't a bad guy at all.

Time wound down and when it came time to leave, we made sure everybody saw us go arm in arm and get in the same car. Another hotel was very close by and we went there, leaving my car for morning.

Ethan got what he wanted that night, all of it. So did I. I made him suffer a bit more by undressing both of us and just having him look at my naked body for a bit. I made him study every inch of me front and back, top to bottom. I lifted my hair and made him look at the nape of my neck. I ran my fingers over my underboob and the undercut of my buttocks. I opened my legs slightly and ran my finger over my slit within a few inches of his eyes then did the same thing with my asshole as I spread my legs as wide as I could. We were laying on the bed so I put my heels up on both sides of his head and pressed them against his neck. This gave him a view of my body most men had never seen. Over my ankles, up my legs, past my knees, thighs, pussy, belly, breasts and finally to my face.

I used my bright red nails to explore his body, touching every bit of him, except his cock. It stood out throbbing and oozing, begging for the attention it didn't get. I got down close to his cock without touching it and put my crimson red lips with in an inch of it. I opened my mouth wide, but still didn't make contact as bad as I wanted to. He could feel my breath though. I crawled over him and straddled him, that raging cock sticking straight up in the air. The first part of me that touched it was my dripping cunt as I opened myself and slid down onto it to the hilt in one motion. I just sat there on it for a minute reveling in the feeling of it filling me.

As I'd hoped, that monster felt terrific sliding into me which it did several times. That first time, I was almost in awe watching it disappear into my cunt. I rose up and down on it a few times then lifted myself off and laid on may back. My legs went up in the air, my heels still on and pointed at the ceiling. With a combination of ex cheerleader, part time gymnast and hooker I let them slowly and deliberately fall open as wide as possible.

I looked into his eyes and almost begging or commanding him I nearly screamed "Fuck Me!"

It wasn't the biggest I've ever had, but more than I expected when he first asked me about hiring me. Funny thing was, he knew how to use it too. Not at all inexperienced like it seemed he would be.

We wore each other out that night and by morning, we could hardly stand up.

"So, I guess that's it? What do I owe you?"

I took his cock in my hand and said "This. Whenever I want it! You give me this, you can have all of me you want!"

He looked kind of puzzled at that, but I assured him I meant that I really did want to see him again. When we left to get my car, I had him follow me home. We spent the next two days fucking in every way possible. The only time we got dressed was Saturday evening to get dinner and as usual, I wasn't exactly dressed decent then either. I wanted everyone to see us.

It turned out to be a lot more than that one party. I showed up at his job several times to take him to lunch and every time, we got the same reaction. He even told me that some of the office girls that had ignored him for so long were showing interest. He'd just smile and say he was taken.

He moved in a few weeks later and was able to fully embrace my need to date sometimes. Those times became less and less though. I found I just didn't need it any more.

Out of the blue one day he handed me a $5 bill.

"What's this for?"

Without a word, he put his hand on my breast and left it there motionless.

We both let out a massive laugh.

"I didn't know how else to express my feelings about what all has happened since that night in that room."

I took his hand and led him to bed.

The most respectable dress he'd even seen me wearing was my wedding dress a few weeks later.