The after
I had already done the booth. Different night from the long oral one, same rule: ID at the door, age through the wall, slot shut on a man who would not say a number over twenty-one. I sucked two cocks, came on my fingers, and left still hungry in a way a slot cannot fix. The bar down the block was full of people who had faces. I picked one. Gareth, forty-four, not a customer, not a man who has ever handed me a lock to open. I told him I do not fuck for work and I do not fuck where I cut keys. He said his place was across town. I said mine was up a stair and he would use the back one when I was done.
Upstairs the shop might as well have been another city. I kept the canvas jacket on over the black shirt for the first minute because I like to look like I might still leave. Then I took my jeans off and got on the bed and told him to get his cock out and wait. He did. I looked at his cock, heavy in his fist, and I felt my cunt clench on nothing. I put a hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back. The hand stayed there. That was the pace. If I leaned, he could fuck up into me. If I pressed, he stopped. I sank my cunt down on his cock and swore at how good the stretch was.
I rode him. Not pretty, not a performance, a fuck. My hand on his chest kept him from grabbing the rhythm. His cock dragged in my cunt and I ground my clit down on him until I came, sharp, nails in his shirt, telling him not to cum yet. I kept fucking him through it, slower, then harder when I wanted harder. I told him he could cum in my cunt. He asked if I was sure. I said I was the one on top, so yes. He came with his hands in the sheet, not on my hips, because I had not given him my hips. I felt the heat of it and sat there a moment, full, pleased, already thinking about the stair.
I dressed. Pixie mussed, jacket on, keys in my hand, nothing on the fob he could read. I walked him down and sat on the step while he went the rest of the way. I told him not to knock on the shop in the morning. He laughed like he understood, which is the only reason I had let him cum in me. The back door shut. I locked it. My cunt was a mess in my jeans and I liked walking back up alone.
