Slade McCall sat at the wooden bar that stretched across one side of the gaudy living room.Slade McCall sat at the wooden bar that stretched across one side of the gaudy living room. This whorehouse didn't look any different from any others he'd been in. In fact, it wasn't any different, 'cept that Irish worked here. He felt his cock harden uncomfortably in his tight jeans. Jesus, he needed a woman. If Irish didn't get downstairs pretty soon, he was going to take one of the other girls up on their subtle offers. But he didn't want another girl. He wanted Irish. As he took a long pull on his beer, he caught sight of a flash of green out of the corner of his eye. Had to be Irish. She was the only girl allowed to wear green. He kept his eyes forward, knowing that she would come straight to him, like a bee returning to it's hive. Sure enough, within seconds, he felt the hard tips of her tits pressed against his back, burning twin holes through his rough linen workshirt. A voice purred in his ear. "I was hopin' you'd be here tonight, Slade. I need a real workout." His already rock hard cock threatened to burst the buttons on his jeans. He jumped when he felt her hand squeeze his dick. "Oooohhh, nice and hard," she cooed. "You're ready for me, ain't you?" Unable to take her sweet torture any longer, he turned around in her loose embrace, meeting her lips with his. His tongue traced a solid line across her cheek to her ear and she squirmed against him as he softly blew into it. "Let's go upstairs, Irish. Otherwise, I'm gonna take you right here, right now." She withdrew her hand from his bulge and grasped his hand in hers, tugging him off the barstool. "C'mon. I got a huge bed, empty and waiting for you to fill it." As he allowed Irish to lead him upstairs, his gaze caught Miss Lily's and she gave him a wink. He returned the gesture before he disappeared out the doorway. He used his free hand to grab at Irish's taut ass as she climbed the stairs in front of him. He felt the muscles tighten briefly and knew that she was anticipating a good fucking in her ass. Slade had to smile as Irish paraded him down the long hallway. The back stairs were right next to her room, but she wanted every girl to know that she had him. So she chattered loudly about inane things, using his name every other word. That way when they heard the grunts, the groans, the shrieks or the cries of delight, they would know who was giving it to her. |