Disservice from Tom

Tom turned the coin over in his hands thoughtfully.

What was happening seemed more and more like madness to him. To become a barely pregnant prostitute in order to experience her motherhood?

However, he loved his wife and wanted her to be happy, so aborting the experiment was a bad option. On the other hand, he wanted to take part in it. This would allow more control to be maintained.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea, as it seemed to him at that moment, struck him!

"I want to be Sarah's regular customer!" he said, closing his eyes and holding a coin in his hand.

A burn pierced my hand.

Tom screamed and dropped it. The coin rolled under the sofa, and Tom rubbed his forehead thoughtfully.

He couldn't remember what happened in the last ten minutes, but he knew exactly what he was going to do before that.

Tom took out his wallet, pulled out twenty-five bucks, put them in his pocket and went to get dressed.

***

Sarah enjoyed pushing her butt into the dick of Jack, another of her regular customers. Unlike Evan, he loved anal, and as a result, he paid twice as much. Also, she really liked his perfume. The combination of the smell of expensive perfume and testosterone...

In the sense of fumes and sweat.

Sarah lost her rhythm for a second. She seems to have fallen into the dream that one day she will be able to stop being a cheap street whore and become a high-priced escort. She might even be able to get married - her only regular client, Tom, seems to have either fallen in love with her or was on the verge. In any case, he visited her regularly, every day. Yes, he was not particularly rich, but he could afford a quarter of a hundred every day.

Sarah even began to think about giving him a discount. After all, you can charge fifteen bucks for classics.

John, a bouncer from a local bar, came before she had an orgasm. This was not surprising - what did he care about the pleasure of a cheap whore? Usually only Tom took care of her. Sarah realized with surprise that she herself almost loved this simple guy... Well, as far as she, an extremely sophisticated, cheap street slut, understands the concept of “love”.

She picked up fifty dollars from the bed, for the anal and put it in her wallet, after which she took out a set of wet wipes from her purse and tidied herself up. Having pulled off her short, ultra miniskirt that did not hide anything, Sarah returned to her work corner. On the way, she cast an appraising glance at her reflection in the mirror glass of the pharmacy:

The glass reflected a girl, about thirty years old (according to her passport, she was twenty-two, but her lifestyle made itself felt), almost torn by huge and obviously fake tits (she got them for herself a year ago and was very proud of her acquisition. She did very well then make money on one bachelor party, and these babes sharply increased the influx of clients) a translucent top, with a bare navel with piercings, a microskirt, from under which one could see that she was not wearing panties, and fishnet stockings with high heels, compensating for her very small height. The image was complemented by the collagen-pumped lips of an expert cocksucker, a shock of hair burnt almost to white, the state of which clearly showed that today she had already had a good dozen clients, and, of course, heavy work makeup “fuck me”! and a bunch of tattoos of varying degrees of vulgarity. “Tom still has the same tastes,” Sarah thought. On the other hand, she liked her own appearance. Yes, she was vulgar to the ****... But she liked being vulgar! What else can you expect from a street prostitute? Classic dresses from the Louis 16 era?

Sarah arrived at her corner in time to see Tom's Ford turning the corner. He was as precise as a clock.

For the first time in the year that Tom was her regular customer, Sarah, waiting for him to get out of the car to open the door for her (Tom was a gentleman, and also always took her to his bachelor pad) - threw herself on his neck and kissed him on the lips. I was surprised to realize two things:

First, she did this for the first time, perhaps since school.

And secondly, she really liked it...