Jennifer's hired escort.

On the other side, just as the door behind you closes, is a girl who looks akin to Jennifer. The red hair, (slightly smaller) breast bust, legs, and complex are standing there adorned in lacy show-girl lingerie with red piping to compliment her hair and sparkling eyeliner. You know at a glance that this isn’t Jennifer, but in her way, it is just as pretty. You gauge her to be around her mid-20s, maybe not even.

The room is decorated like the back of the circus, almost like a changing room, but with more props to give it a more outdoorsy or hectic feel. The interior smells sweet, artificial, warm, and relaxing in every way possible.

The hired girl who is, but isn’t Jennifer, gives you a tiny seductive smile as she closes in. “Hi, Warren?”

She bats her eyes, looking you over with an impressed glance. It’s practiced, but a hint of genuine interest in her curved lips makes you smirk slightly as you introduce yourself to her. She shakes your hand and giggles, her voice more youthful and innocent than Jennifer's, but it adds to the moment's uniqueness, you suppose.

The girl looks at you and offers a smile. “You’re my business tonight? I was worried the circus hired me to help one of the other attractions, but this?” her green eyes go over you. “A contractor? You’re not weird, are you?”

“I’m not sure what you count as weird,” you say, feeling her warmth soak into your clothes as she gets her hands on your shirt and exposed arms. “I could be a freak. Who’s to say?”

“We’re all a little freaky around these parts, contractor,” Jennifer purrs, her nimble fingers finally on your buttons. “As long as you don’t have three dicks and a third ball that glows in the dark, who am I to complain?”

You chuckle a little. You realize she must have an interesting list of clientele, not just from the current circus but also from the other types that roam this area where radiation blows in and cand rates oddities on God’s once green earth. “I assure you, I’ve got nothing you should be afraid of.”

“Good,” Jennifer’s pupils dart up to yours. “Because I could use normality again after. No offense to the circus that cut through here, but I’ve seen some strange fucking people. Come think to think of it… A third glowing ball isn’t as strange as I make it to seem.”

“Perhaps I should have you tell me about your adventures instead of having you. It sounds like you could share some fun things about this area.”

Jennifer shakes her head slightly as she bites her lower lip, investigating how well your buttons are in place. “No… I said I want you, didn’t I?”

“Merely suggested…” You say, placing a hand high on her exposed thigh. “Why don’t you say it?”

Jennifer looks up at you. “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Contractor.”

“And how shall we begin that, Jennifer?”

She looks down and sighs lowly. “How about you help me out of this... innocent costume?” she suggests, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief despite the seductive corset and laced stockings she's wearing.

“Silly?” You pull back slightly and admire the form and fit of her body, giving the corset, laced stockings, and accents of the circus’s standard for all the showgirls. Even if it wasn’t the one you worked with, this Jennifer looked terrific in it.

Jennifer grins, her confidence radiating. “Alright. You’re the boss for the night. How about a dance to get you started, then?”

You nod, anticipation building. She takes your hand, leading you to a cushioned chair with no armrests. Jennifer brushes your shoulders and combs her fingers over your scalp, giving you a good look before turning her back to you, flashing you a pristine view of her plump ass as she strides over to a CD player. “I dance better with music in the background,” she says, giving you a sly glance over her shoulder. “It won’t be intrusive, just enough to fill the nothing of the background.”

The music begins, and she sways her hips to the seductive beat. Without any other noise to distract from the song, it’s loud and gives Jennifer’s movements purpose, slightly exciting you. She sashays towards you, letting the dim lights of the room reflect beautifully from the costume's glitter. The glitter peppers her skin, too. Making everything about Jennifer shimmer.

No more words are exchanged for the time being. Jennifer keeps herself out of reach, not ready to take away the dance’s ability to tease. She turns, sways, and twirls, highlighting everything exposed and laced. However, when Jennifer wraps behind you, you feel her fingers rubbing against your shoulders; her sensual grazes are enough to make your skin prickle. She comes around the corner and squeezes her own ass provocatively in view, giving you a naughty grin and playful wink. She leans in with her hands placed firmly on your thighs.

After a squeeze and suggestive glance between your legs, Jennifer looks back at you and kisses you softly on your cheeks, drawing her lips near your ear. “No touching me, babe. Not yet.”

Her fingers dig into the denim on your pants before crawling toward your zipper, but she doesn’t pull on the fly or even caress the button holding you inside. Instead, she walks her fingers all over your waist, pressuring your muscles as they tense against Jennifer’s gentle finger pads.

Jennifer smiles to herself, enjoying the sight of the bulge forming where your cock rests inside your jeans and underwear. The arousal is so intense she can almost smell it. Her hands rub against the form, then she traces it with her index. A hot breath brushes your face as Jennifer exhales while poking at the party sausage swelling your pants and moans.

You grab her wrist and guide her chin to look at you. There’s no hint of shame in her eyes as she finally giggles. “You’re hard… And you look fucking thick, Warren,” she glances down and bites her lower lip. “You’re going to be a sight to behold… a masculine masterpiece…”

Her words are joined with subtle motions. By the time Jennifer ends her observation, she’s close enough to kiss you, and that’s precisely what she does. Smooth, cherry-flavored lips press against yours. Not a second is wasted. Her lips part, and Jennifer darts her sexy tongue to rub against yours.

Jennifer leans in, moaning as she practically jerks you off with her fingertips, focusing on every point of connection like it’s a bomb she desperately wants to set off. She pulls away and swears ruthlessly. “Fuck. Contractors are always so much fun. I hardly ever even want them to pay for my services.”

She doesn’t bother with the button. She enjoys the struggle of taking you between your zipper. Jennifer manages it in such a way she actually makes it hotter. When your erection is exposed, she gleefully giggles and grips your cock with one hand, waving it side to side as she exclaims. “Fuuuuck! Look at you~!! I knew that confidence had a source!!”

Jennifer rolls her fingers up your cock, feeling the girth and length as she looks at the veins and studies them like they’re pieces of a favorite painting. Her touch is warm, somehow more exotic than the other girls you’ve been around, too.

“What a massive fucking pillar of a cock you have,” she swallows, her tongue still wet with your spit. Her eyes struggle to focus on your eyes, too distracted by your throbbing meat. She tightens her grip and moans softly again. “Does Jennifer know what she’s missing out on?”

A few strokes in. The tightness enveloping and hot… One pump. Two pumps… Six pumps. It’s slow gentle, and the tightness is alternating. Jennifer gets a feel for everything with her hand. She looks back at you. “I’m dripping, baby. But… there’s so much to see still, isn’t there?” She sucks on her teeth, amazed. “Fuck~!”

“How about you get the rest of out then? Because now I’m interested in what other attributes you have.”

Jennifer looks up and blows an irate strand of hair from her face. “Sure…Just a few more strokes…”

Once satisfied with her “tests,” Jennifer. She eventually nods and dips down to knees, now eye-level with your bouncing penis as it almost begs to be touched by her fingers again. Her fingers dart to your buttons and undo them so she can throw them aside. With your pants are also your underwear, leaving you in only your shirt.

The heat in the room, rubbing in with the warmth of her fingertips and palm, had made your manhood sticky and sagging before Jennifer even had a chance to see it. You suppose the brief walk you took to get to this loveshack might’ve assisted in the presentation, but seeing Jennifer’s face light up is priceless, nonetheless. “Perfect…”

Her gaze narrows as her hands rub your exposed thighs, spreading you wide as she coils between them. She guards her mouth and examines your cock and testicles with her fingertips. Her touch is like whispers of sex to your genitals. She whispers low praises and sucks on her upper lip, fixated on more than just the cock now. “Well, now… now I have to know,” she whispers, drawing close to your soft tissue.

You expected tongue…lips… spittle… Instead, you feel the tip of her nose poke between your two balls and cool air seeping into her nose-holes. Jennifer inhales your scent and sighs with deep satisfaction. “So salty and musky… Your aroma is orgasmic!”

Jennifer locks eyes with you as she starts to praise your member like no one else has ever done. Her hands gripping you once again as she begins a slow and sensual handjob. Her smelling makes it more intimate than sex. “You smell delicious… And I think it’s time I…”

She trails off, her words impeding what’s to come. Her jaw lowers, and her tongue snakes out to meet the slit of your cock head, lapping up the precum like milk for a kitten. “The final test is taste,” she whispers, denying you her lips.

The same tongue that was used to lap up your cum sticks back out and lathers around the crease where your thigh meets your body. It’s a place rarely touched, and the first sensation of her tongue coming out makes you moan. Her eyes return to your gaze once distracted by what she was doing. The color of her green eyes is deep now, and you stare directly back at her as she works her way to your scrotum. Her tongue stretches the folds of your package, licking left to right, up and down.

She tilts her head to one side and grabs your head. “Hold me…” You feel the inside of her jaw move as her tongue laps around and tastes you. She closes her eyes and focuses on what’s making her taste buds tingle. The velvety smooth exterior of her tongue rolling around your low-hanging balls is orgasmic and puts all other mouths to shame. God forgive you for thinking as you hold the side of her hand in place.

“You’re warm,” she whispers. “Earthy… and amazingly intoxicating, baby. I can’t believe how good you taste in my mouth…”

It’s not over. Jennifer opens her eyes and meets yours again, and without saying a word, she slowly drags the end of her tongue to the base of your throbbing penis. The sensation is no less smooth or endearing. It’s still captivating and elevates you to the point of insanity. Every inch of her slow pace is felt. The end of the tip traces the ridges and valleys of your cock as it travels to your head… “Tangy,” she whispers, still looking at you. “Slightly sweet… and I want more…”

Jennifer closes her eyes and resumes licking your shaft, not saying a word as she steadily travels up and down your cock. Jennifer’s oral game surpasses all standards and sets new records. Your hand leaves her jaw and trains to the back of her head… For the remainder of her licking, that’s where your hand lingers… Your breath steadily increases as Jennifer partakes more and more of you. She sees and hears your reaction to her growing aggressive and pulls away.

There’s no voiced suggestion. She gives you a better view of her breasts, encased by the glittering corset, and sways her chest side to side, giving you enticing angles before she begins to pull at the unseen strings behind her back. “I’m not done teasing you yet. Merely…building the tension between us. Jennifer paid for the premium package, and I have no wish to disappoint one of my most impressive clients.”

Her eyes dart to the throbbing cock awaiting attention, and slips her breasts out into the warm air. The nipples are already erect. Just like her, you don’t wait for an invite; you reach and grab her breasts and pinch them gently, but once you hear Jennifer’s sweet voice release a puff of excited air, you pinch them again, now harder. She looks up at you and smirks, the pale of her cheeks going rosy pink. “I think it’s time you showed me how much of a man you really are and take the reigns for a bit.”