Fair Trade

***Loosely based on a true story of a couple of situations I've been in that I decided to put together for one larger story, but changed with some creative editing of what really happened.

***This story was previously posted under the title "Unusual Situation" but was removed for a rewrite for story improvements.

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THE SALE

Alex was relieved to see he had finally gotten a good response for the furniture he was selling online. It had been nearly a month since he posted that listing of a recliner, a coffee table, two side tables, and two couches, one of which was a sofa bed. He was selling the furniture for his parents, who got new furniture and wanted to sell off their old stuff. They had no room in their garage to hold their old furniture and had no idea how to sell things online, so Alex offered to keep it in his garage and sell it for them.

He chose to post the listing on the Facebook marketplace because, unlike other online commerce sites, he could at least see the profiles of those who were contacting him. If he was going to invite unknown people to his house, he wanted to at least get a good idea of who they were. He already had to turn down a few people who didn't have anything going on in their social media, which seemed suspicious to him. He knew people who liked to keep a low profile online, but he still didn't want to take the risk.

There were a lot more legitimate people who were interested in the furniture. Some changed their minds at the last minute, which annoyed him because he took time off from his schedule to meet them. A few others showed up, and either they didn't like what they saw after seeing it up close or wanted to offer him something far below the asking price. Alex was willing to negotiate but he wasn't going to take any insulting offers.

The latest person who messaged him seemed quite genuine in her interest in the furniture. Her name was Disha, and from her profile, she was a very attractive, dark-skinned Indian woman in her early twenties. Despite the pictures she had with some of her more traditional female family members who wore saree's, she was dressed like most other women her age who grew up in America. She also had an incredible body, and he couldn't help taking a peek at her bikini pictures.

Going deeper into her profile, he also saw that she mostly dated other Indian guys but still had a couple of white boyfriends in the past, which made him wonder if he had a shot with her. Alex dated a few women of other races before; there were always a few cultural differences that came up, but they were still excellent relationships. He wasn't going to immediately hit on this woman when she came over, but if he had the chance to get to know her a little and the opportunity came up, he was open to the idea of flirting with her or even asking her out.

Disha came around noon, as promised. She showed up in a pickup truck driven by another guy, which disappointed him because he was sure he was Disha's boyfriend. She got out of the truck, and he saw that she was more attractive than her profile pictures. She had long dark hair, wore tight jeans, and wore a tight red t-shirt that hugged her D-cup tits and was low-cut enough to show a little cleavage on top. She also had multiple ear piercings and a nose ring piercing on her right nostril, which was very traditional for most Indian women.

"You must be, Disha. I'm Alex," he said as he put up his hand.

"Hey Alex," she replied, shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

Alex could hear a slight Indian accent from her. It suggested that she was born in India but came to America when she was young and the accent had faded out over the years.

"That's my boyfriend, Sam, in the truck," she said, referring to the man who drove her here.

"Hey Sam!" Alex called out to him. Sam was hanging back by his pickup truck, and he just nodded at Alex in his own way to say hello.

Alex opened the garage door and showed Disha the furniture. She was surprised they were all in good condition. He explained that his mother was a clean freak, and she was one of those old-fashioned women who liked to put plastic covers on furniture to protect it. She carefully looked at everything and even called Sam to come out of the truck to check it out. Sam was a tall, muscular man with buzzcut hair and several arm tattoos. Alex got a former military vibe from him, which made him realize he better not flirt with Disha unless he wanted to get a major ass-kicking.

Disha liked what she saw, and Sam agreed with her that they were good items for what they were worth. She asked for a slightly lower price on the items, which he agreed to because it seemed reasonable. The only thing he wasn't willing to drop the price too far on was the sofa bed. The rest of the furniture was in good condition but older, so he was giving her a fair price on that. But the sofa bed was one of the newer pieces of furniture his parents bought over the years, and the pullout mattress inside was still in very good condition. He was willing to negotiate for a lower price, but not as low as what Disha was asking for. Eventually she had to turn down the sofa bed, but she was glad that she at least got the rest of the furniture for a good price.

"Are you sure you can't go a little lower on that sofa? I can really use it?" she asked in a sultry voice.

She smiled at him and gave him a seductive look. It almost worked; she was a very beautiful woman after all. But he couldn't go any lower just because he had the hots for her.

"I'm sorry, I'd like to give you a deal on it, but it's more expensive than the other items and I just can't do it."

"Ok, at least I tried."

Alex collected the money, and he helped Sam put the furniture in his truck. Afterward, they said their goodbyes, and Alex texted his parents about the sale, which they were happy about. He suggested they lower the price on the sofa bed because it was the only item left that Disha couldn't afford. They agreed to drop it a little, but not by how much Disha was asking for. The next day, he listed the sofa bed on its own and lowered the price. He hoped this would get Disha's attention, and maybe he could see her again. She may have had a boyfriend, but she was a pleasure to be around.

THE STRIP CLUB

Two weeks later, Alex went to a baseball game with one of his friends, Jason. He was excited for the game; he had to miss out on two other games that season because of work issues and was glad to finally go to one. Unfortunately, the game wasn't just horrible, it was a complete embarrassment. At the beginning of the 6th inning, Alex's favorite team was losing 14-2. This was a total surprise to everyone in the stadium, considering how well the team had been doing the entire season.

After that inning was over, he had done something that he had never done before at a baseball game, and left the game early. Alex and his friend just couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and decided not to stick around to see it get any worse. They weren't the only ones who thought that, as they saw more people in the stadium having the same idea.

Outside the stadium, on the way to the parking lot, a man was passing out flyers to the people leaving the game. They've seen that same guy at other games before passing out the same flyers to a local strip club; apparently, they waive the cover charge if you show them a game ticket.

"You want to go?" Jason asked, "We might as well salvage something from this night."

"Sure, it may help us forget this game ever happened."

Alex was not really a strip club person, only going a few times a year, but he agreed to go this time. The club was not far from the stadium, and it was on the way to the highway he needed to take to get home.

Alex had only been to that club two other times in the last several years. It was too far away for him to visit; if he was ever going to one of these clubs, it would be to one of the two others closer to him. He thought about going there after games before, but the parking lot always seemed too crowded with people visiting after the game, and he didn't feel like waiting in the long lines for a chance to come in. But tonight, he was lucky; since he left the game early, the place wasn't as crowded as it usually is on a weekend night, and they got in easily.

It was a very decent place, not a dive like some of the others in the city. The bouncers, as big as they were, all wore tuxedos. They served a variety of liquor, and they even had an attendant in the bathroom handing out towels. They even had a wine list, and he saw a few customers drinking wine instead of beer. They had one long bar area around a large stage where three dancers were performing at once and a series of tables where men were eating dinner as they watched the show.

When they entered the club, they had to go through a metal detector, and a large bouncer had to hold on to their phones and keys as they passed through it. The bouncer then asked for the cover charge, but Alex and Jason showed him their game tickets, so he let them in with no charge, just like the flyer promised.

Alex and Jason were there for almost half an hour, watching a variety of women stripping on stage and having other dancers approach them for tips and ask if they wanted a private dance. Every time a new dancer showed up on stage, another one stepped off stage, and the other two dancers moved to different locations on the stage.

Jason eventually got a private dance from an attractive blonde with big tits and one arm covered in some very impressive tattoos. Jason was gone for the length of three songs before he came back. He told Alex how great the private dance was and suggested he get one as soon as he gets the chance.

Sometime later, one dancer on stage caught his eye. It was a busty Indian woman wearing a red-string bikini who went by the name Saphire. She looked awfully familiar to Alex, and it took him a minute to figure out where he had seen her before. He didn't recognize her right away because she looked completely different from the fully clothed woman he saw a couple of weeks ago. At first, he thought he might have been mistaken and just confused her with another Indian woman. But after getting a better look at her face, he realized it was Disha, the woman he sold his parents' furniture to. She was looking back at him as well, but he couldn't tell if she recognized him or was trying to recognize him. It could also have been that she noticed him staring at her and was just looking back at him.

"I know that woman," he told Jason.

"Who? The Indian girl in the red bikini?" Jason asked.

"Yes. I sold her my parents' furniture a couple of weeks ago."

"I remember you telling me about her. You didn't say she was a dancer, just that she was hot."

"I had no idea she was a dancer; I never even asked what she did for a living."

Around the second song, Disha took her bikini top off, revealing her perfectly round, dark-brown breasts to the crowd. Besides the ear and nose piercings, he could now see that she had both her nipples pierced with studs. Several men cheered for her and threw more dollar bills at the stage; Alex and Jason couldn't help but join in and throw some money of their own on the stage.

When she was done, she got off stage and went around collecting tips from the customers. She came by Alex and Jason, did a little twirl for them, and shook her tits. After she got her tip money from them, she moved on to the next customer without saying a word.

"Are you sure that was her?" Jason asked. "She didn't act like she knew you."

"Definitely. You can't forget a woman like that. She probably just doesn't remember me."

When she was done collecting her tips, she put her bikini top back on and left the stage area. Alex hoped she would come by him so he could talk to her, but she immediately took another guy by the arm and led him away. He figured she probably promised him a dance earlier, which meant he had to wait until she was done to come back around.

Half an hour later, they continued watching the dancers, and they watched the game they were just watching on the big screen as well. Their team lost, but at least they had the chance to get some more runs and lost only by 14-8. They were still glad they left; it would've been frustrating watching a game like this, and at least they got to see some naked women tonight.

A hand touched his shoulder, and a woman's voice welcomed him. He greeted her back and turned to see who she was. It was Disha, this time wearing a short, see-through blue dress that gave a perfect outline of her dark nipples and their piercings.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" she asked.

"I sold you furniture a couple of weeks ago," he answered with a big smile.

Her eyes flashed wide, and she had a big smile on her face.

"I knew I remembered you from somewhere; it was killing me," she told him. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"It was a surprise to see you too. From your profile, I didn't know you were a dancer."

"I keep that private; it's not something I want to advertise online about," she replied. "So, do you want a lap dance?"

Alex was surprised at how quickly she brought that up, but he understood it was her job to get as many dances as she could to earn more money. He agreed and left Jason at the bar alone. She led him to the back of the club, where the private rooms were. The dances were $25 a song, and he paid for two. But before they could go in, they had to wait until one of the rooms was available for them. So, they had to stand around outside by the bouncer, who was standing guard, until a room was available.

During this time, they had a little small talk. Disha told him how she loved the furniture she got from him and how it worked well for her new apartment, which made him glad to hear. She asked him how he came to this club, and he explained to her about the baseball game he was just at and the reasons he left early. She said she didn't really know much about baseball but understood that it didn't seem like a good game.

Disha asked Alex why she had never seen him around this club before, and he told her it was too far out of his way to come visit. She said she understood; it was the reason she danced at this club because it was too far away from her home and she didn't want to risk running into too many people she knew personally to see her dancing. It was something he realized a long time ago that most strippers do.

After a while of just talking with each other, a couple of people left the private rooms, and Disha led him inside. She took him to a couch in the corner of the private room, where he sat down and made himself comfortable while she took off her outfit and got naked again. She then sat on his lap and began moving around his body. He put his hands on her ass; they were nice and firm, and he could tell she goes to the gym a lot. He moved his hands up and got them on her tits; they were fantastic, and he could definitely tell they were real. He really also enjoyed playing with the nipple piercings, and she seemed to respond well to how he was playing with them.

"This is amazing," he told her. "This is the best dance I've ever had."

"Thank you," she replied. "By the way, I saw that you posted that sofa bed for a lower price."

She said this as she got her face really close to his face and pushed her tits hard against his chest.

"Yeah, my parents agreed to drop the price a little."

"I'm still interested in it. Can't you go any lower?"

He couldn't believe she was trying to negotiate with him about a sofa bed while giving him a lap dance. It was hard for him to concentrate on talking to her about it when she was grinding herself against his fully erect dick.

"I can probably go a little lower, but not for what you were asking for last time," he replied. "Like I said, I'm selling it for my parents."

"Ok, I understand."

She continued the dance, this time fully focused on getting him a good time instead of negotiating with him. She was getting him so aroused that he was afraid he was going to cum in his pants. It had been years since he did that from a lap dance. He was lucky he was wearing dark-colored jeans in case it did happen.

When their time was up, he bought two more dances from Disha. It was a risk that she was going to make him cum in his pants, but he felt it was worth the it to be with her like this a little longer. This time, she got her breasts up close to his face, smooshing his head between those beautiful mounds of flesh. He wanted to suck on her nipples, but every time he tried, she giggled and moved her breast away. Eventually, Alex got the hint and stopped.

When their time was up, she asked if he wanted to keep going, but he felt he had had enough. She put her blue dress back on, and they left the private rooms, where he paid the bouncer for the extra time he bought with Disha and then gave her a very generous tip.

"Thank you," she said as she put tip money away in a little purse she was carrying around. "Will I see you again around here?"

"I don't know; it's too far out of my way."

"Well, maybe I can come to see you," she replied.

"Really?" he asked, very excitedly.

"Yeah, I'm still interested in that sofa bed. Maybe I can come by in a couple of days and we can talk about it some more."

Alex was a little disappointed to hear that was what she meant. But he agreed to see her in a couple of days; he still needed to get rid of that sofa bed, after all. They still had each other's numbers, and she promised to contact him about a good time to meet.

Alex went back to the bar, where Jason was still sitting. They talked about the dance, and Jason laughed when he heard she was more interested in buying a sofa from him than being with him.

Alex wanted to stay a little while longer, hoping to see Disha dance again, but Jason convinced him that they had spent enough money there and it was probably time to go home. Alex agreed; he was getting tired anyway, and he figured it would be a while before Disha went back on stage again.

On their way out, he ran into Sam, Disha's boyfriend, who was standing guard by the entrance as a bouncer. He wasn't there when they came in, or else he would've recognized him right away. He greeted Sam, reminding him of who he was. Sam just gave him a nod and said, "What's up?" and that was it. Alex really hoped he wouldn't see this guy around when Disha came by to discuss the sofa.

THE PROPOSITION

Two days later, Disha texted Alex about meeting up to discuss the sofa. They agreed to meet up at a later time so she could get Sam to use his truck to move the sofa. He was disappointed to hear that Sam was going to be there again, but it was her boyfriend and he had a truck to use, so it was understandable.

The truck pulled up into his driveway at the exact time they agreed upon. Alex opened the garage door so that Disha could look at it if they finally agreed on a price. He was really hoping to finally be rid of that sofa. He had plenty of room in the garage, but he was really hoping to start parking his car there after it was gone.

Just like before, Disha got out of the truck to talk to Alex while Sam stayed inside. They greeted each other and had a little customary small talk. Disha was dressed in more revealing attire this time. She was wearing small, daisy-duke-like shorts that showed off plenty of her long brown legs and a tight t-shirt that showed plenty of cleavage on top. He could also see that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples, including their piercings, were protruding through it. Alex wasn't sure if it was because of the warmer weather or if it was to entice him so she could get a better deal from him.

"It's so funny that you randomly came into my club like that," she said.

"I know, it's kind of a crazy coincidence," said Alex. "If my team wasn't losing so badly, I would never have left early and gone there."

"And I wouldn't be back here talking to you about that sofa."

They both had a good chuckle about the whole crazy situation. Alex opened the garage door, and she followed him inside the garage to look at the couch. She sat down on the couch and bounced around on it a little to see how fluffy it still was after all those years. She commented that it was better than some of the couches at the club.

She asked if he could pull out the mattress so she could check it out. He had already shown her the mattress part of it the last time she was here, but he let her see it again. He took off the cushions and pulled out the mattress from within the sofa. Disha got on the bed and lay down to check out how comfortable it was; then she shook the bed a little to see how sturdy it was.

"Come join me," she said. "I need to see how well it can hold two people."

Alex joined her and let her see how well the bed was holding both of their weights.

"This is a good sofa bed, and I really could use it for my apartment," she said. "But even if you drop the price a little, I can't go that high."

"The price isn't that bad," said Alex.

"Sure, I can afford it, but I would prefer not to pay it. In fact, I prefer not to pay in cash at all."

Alex let out a small laugh. "Then how do you expect to pay for this?"

"I was thinking something more like a trade," she replied.

"What kind of trade?"

"If you think about it, I think you'll know what kind of trade I'm talking about."

She said this while giving him a seductive look and gently putting her hand on his chest. Alex immediately realized what she was suggesting she trade the couch for.

"Wait, you're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?"

"Why not? I know it's something you want," she said.

"Do you really want to go down the prostitution road just for a used sofa bed?"

"I already started down that road almost three years ago," she replied. "But this is the first time I'm offering sex in exchange for something other than cash."

Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was actually being offered sex in exchange for a sofa. He had paid for sex a couple of times before, so it was no big deal for him. But he never thought he'd ever be in this kind of situation.

"What about your boyfriend out there?" Alex asked, referring to Sam, who was still in the truck.

"That's not really my boyfriend," Disha revealed. "He's just a guy friend who comes with me sometimes to keep me safe when I meet guys outside the club. He does it for a few other girls from the club also. This was kind of the same thing when I came here last time; I didn't want to come here alone, so he came with me. It was his idea to say he was my boyfriend last time we were here, so you wouldn't try anything."

"That did work," said Alex. "So, he's more like a bodyguard?"

"Exactly."

"So, you're not sleeping with him?"

"Oh, I am definitely sleeping with him," she said. "The other girls he does this for sleep with him. But only when we offer it to him because he doesn't want to take advantage of us. He's sweet like that."

This gave Alex a sense of relief. He was worried about how things would go with Sam just outside the garage, waiting for them to be done.

"So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?" she asked.

"I don't know; this is kind of an unusual situation."

"Come on, it would be fun. Haven't you ever wanted to sleep with a beautiful, exotic Indian woman before?" she asked while overly emphasizing her accent.

"Are you trying to use your ethnicity to entice me into agreeing to this?" Alex asked, with a perplexed look.

"You'd be surprised how often that works to get me more customers," she revealed. "Most men like that exotic foreign girl act."

"I can see how that can work. To be honest, it was very sexy."

"Either way, I know you really want to fuck me, and I really want this sofa. I think it's a fair trade, don't you?"

Alex couldn't believe he was in this very unusual situation. He really did want to fuck Disha very badly. The cost of the sofa was a lot more than what he was sure Disha would often get for her services, so she would be getting a very big deal out of this. As for the money his parents were expecting for the sofa, Alex figured he would just have to give them the money from his own pocket and they wouldn't know the difference. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, so he figured he might as well take her up on her offer.

"Ok, let's do it," said Alex. "I suppose you want to do this on this mattress?"

"We're already here, so we might as well," she said.

"You're ok with having sex in a garage?"

"Wouldn't be the first time for me."

Alex went off to get a condom from his bedroom, while Disha went to talk to Sam about what they were doing. When Alex came back, he closed the garage door so he and Disha could have some privacy.

"By the way, you seem like a nice guy. But just to let you know, Sam is a former marine, and he would fuck you up if you try to hurt me."

"I thought I got a military vibe from him," said Alex. "I promise, I'll be a perfect gentleman."

"Not too much of a gentleman, I hope."

They began taking their clothes off and got on the bed. Alex was fully erect, and Disha made him lie down on his back. She took the condom that he had from his hand and tore the package open with her teeth. She put the condom on his erection and immediately started blowing him. Her lips were perfectly sealed around the shaft, and her tongue massaged it every time she bobbed her head. She gagged on it a few times in between, something that Alex liked to see her do.

After several minutes, she stopped sucking him off and moved up on his body. She started kissing him, and he held her close. The other two times he paid for sex, the women never wanted him to kiss them, a rule that many in that profession stuck to. He expected the same from Disha, so it took him by surprise when she kissed him. As their tongues danced into each other's mouths, their hands roamed each other's bodies. He had a better feel of her body now than he did back in the private room of the club.

He began to kiss her breasts as his hand went down to between her legs, and he began to gently rub her clit, getting her excited. He began sucking on her nipples, playing with the piercing with his tongue. She wouldn't let him suck on her nipples before in the private room, but now she was letting him do whatever he wanted with her tits, and he was taking advantage of the opportunity. He had never had a pierced nipple in his mouth, but he was beginning to enjoy the feel of it, and he could tell that she liked him playing with her nipple like that.

Alex was finally ready to have her. He then got Disha to open up her legs wide for him and then pushed his dick into her. It wasn't as tight as he would've liked; he guessed it was due to her profession, but it was warm and juicy. He began pounding away at her; he thought she was the type that liked it fast and rough, and he was right. She held him close to her as she began moaning hard into his ear, telling him how much she loved this.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She yelled into his ear.

After a while, they turned around, and Disha was now on top of him. She was bouncing around on his cock, behaving like an animal. Her tits jiggled all around, and her hair was flying wildly. Alex was never a fan of the cowgirl position; he enjoyed being the dominant one, but he was enjoying having her on top of him right now. He liked seeing this wild woman riding him and enjoying herself on his dick.

When Disha began to slow down, he got her off of him and made her get on all fours. He got behind her, shoved his dick back into her, grabbed her firmly by her hips, and proceeded to give her the best doggy-style sex of her life. He started spanking her ass and calling her names he never thought he'd call a woman during sex.

"Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" She yelled. "Treat me like the whore that I am."

"You like being fucked like this, you slut! You fucking whore!" Alex yelled back at her.

He felt bad about calling her those things; he didn't know what had come over him. But he saw how much Disha liked it, so he went with it.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my whore pussy!" She screamed. "Fuck me like you're punishing me!"

He began going even harder, giving her all that he had. He then grabbed some of her hair and pulled back on it. She seemed to like having her hair pulled, so he gave it a couple of good yanks.

After a while, Alex began to sense that he was on the edge of finishing. He wanted to do one last thing with her before they stopped. He pulled out of Disha and made her get back on her back. He then straddled her torso and pulled off the condom from his dick.

"What are you doing?" she asked with concern.

"Don't worry, it's something I'm sure you'll like."

He put his erection between her tits, pushed her tits around the shaft, and began titty-fucking her. He was worried that she was going to tell him to stop, but from the way she was smiling at him, he could see that she was also enjoying this move. It wasn't as good as fucking a pussy, but it still felt great pressing those soft mounds of flesh around his dick as he was fucking them.

After a couple of minutes in this position, he pulled his dick out from between her tits and began jacking off. Soon, several streams of warm white goo shot out and landed all over her tits.

He got off of Disha and sat at the edge of the pullout mattress, and soon Disha sat down next to him. He got a good look at her cum-covered tits; the cum was dripping down over her nipples and their piercings. Disha had to hold back and wipe away a few spots that were about to fall to the floor.

"That was great," she told him. "And I'm not just saying that like I usually do to make the guy feel good; you were great."

"Thank you," he said, feeling very proud of himself.

She asked him if she could use the bathroom to clean up, and he told her where it was in the house. While she was gone, Alex got dressed, folded the mattress back into the sofa, and put the cushions back on top. When Disha came back, she was cleaned up, and she put her clothes back on.

Alex opened the garage door, and Disha called over Sam to help Alex get the sofa on to his truck.

"I hope I can see you again at the club," she said. "Or outside the club, if you like."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Of course, next time it will be cash. I hope you understand."

Alex laughed. "That sounds reasonable."

She kissed him on the cheek before she jumped into the pickup truck, and Sam drove them away.

Later, Alex texted his parents that he had finally sold the couch and was going to send them the money through Venmo. They texted back, saying he could keep the money; they said they got enough from the sale of the other furniture, and that would be his share for helping them sell everything. Alex thanked them, smiling about the good day he was having.