Ominous Feelings

"That the guy?" Emma asked, putting the SUV into park. Suzy glanced up at the well-dressed man seated on the outdoor patio of a trendy coffee shop. He was in his 40's, black shirt, and while it was difficult to see with him sitting down, looked to be every bit of the 6'4 his message said he was. Suzy glanced back at the text from the Fling app.

"Hard_Bargain" wrote "Need dessert after dinner. One hour." He included a shirtless pic with a blurred out face. He looked tall and was in decent shape. She had already settled into the negotiating routine so well she barely remembered finalizing the details. One hour, blowjob and standard vaginal sex.

"Yeah, that's him." Suzy said, closing the app and putting the phone in her purse. She'd changed into a skirt and white stockings and a provacative yet tasteful blouse. "Hard_Bargain" requested a "office casual" look. She'd changed in the back after her last client. "Are you sticking around?" Suzy said, opening the door. Emma shook her head.

"No, I've got a quickie lined up," she said checking her own phone. Suzy nodded, and checked the time. It'd been a long day.

"Last one?" Suzy asked, the conversational tone barely masking the unease at what they were doing. Talking about it like it was any other contracting gig only made it that much more unsettling. Emma nodded with a weak smile. Suzy took a deep breath, closed the door, and walked over to the man, back at Emma, and the back again. Emma had already started the engine. It was all going to happen.

Suzy walked onto the patio as he sipped his coffee and spoke to someone on his Blutooth. He glanced up at her and flashed a quick grin while holding up a finger. "Listen, I don't care if the tarrifs have increased the cost of concrete. Just get the cheap shit from Guatamala... No, I we can't. We are already over budget.... I know the welds on the swings break! Why do you think we need to save on the concrete!? Listen, I don't care where you get it, just get it done, alright?" It wasn't a question. He ended the call, barely made eye contact, and stood up. Suzy looked up at him. He towered over her.

"Suzette?" the man said. Suzy nodded. "Great. Let's get going. I've got a meeting I have to get to," he said, finishing his coffee. Suzy glanced around, suddenly acutely aware that half a dozen people were seeing this, or they would be if they weren't all on their phones as well. She followed him out to the parking lot, catching a glimpse of Emma's SUV rounding the corner and off to some unknown destination. He unlocked it, opened the door for her, and got in. Suzy slid into the vehicle. Expensive but not luxurious. The back seat had a gym bag, a hard hat, and a baby seat. She felt sick to her stomach. He started the engine with one hand as he unzipped his pants with the other.

"Go on, get me started." he said, fishing his cock out as they drove. Suzy grimaced, and wondered why. She slid her hand onto his thigh before snaking her hand into his trousers. He was average, nothing more. Suzy felt him pulse to life. When it sprang out, she shifted in her seat and leaned across. He looked at her ****, slightly repulsed expression. If it affected him, she couldn't tell. He just stared at her for a moment, made a motion toward his cock with a nod of his head, and waited until she opened her mouth. "That's it...that's it...." he said as she pushed her hair back over her ear, and slid her lips over his shaft.

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"Nice and easy. I don't want to cum yet." he said, surveying the road as she sucked him to erection. he glanced around as he drove, trying not to appear seem like he was getting his dicked sucked by a girl half his age. Suzy couldn't couldn't understand the slightly upset feeling she was having. She mechanically, slowly sucked his cock into her mouth as they drove, her mind wandering.

When they parked, it almost took her by surprise. She pulled her mouth off with a wet pop and looked around. They were in a parking lot full of city vehicles. The sign read "Dukeberry Parks and Recreation Warehouse." he stuffed his cock back into her pants, and wordlessly exited the vehicle. Suzy's heart was racing. Something felt different. Something felt "off." She opened her door, a panicked, if passing thought to call Emma and get her ouf of this situation crossed her mind. She shook it off, opened her door, and followed him. He unlocked the front door, held it open, and waited for her to enter.

Suzy nervously walked passed him. He closed the door behind him. Her breath caught when she heard to door lock closed. "My office is this way." he said, pointing down a long hallway. She couldn't tell why this was bothering her so much, other than the obvious. Maybe it was the public setting, maybe that everything was well-lit. She lowered her head unconsciously as they entered.

Suzy saw he wasn't wasting any time. He had already pulled his shirt off and was unbuckling his pants. She hesitated, but a quick glance from him showed he was getting a little impatient. She blushed badly, but pulled off her blouse. "Skirt too." he said, already out of his underwear. Suzy dutifully pushed her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. That, finally, caught his attention. He smirked as he saw her standing there in only a pair of white stockings. "Turn around." he said, approaching her.

Suzy turned and took a few steps toward his desk. "Robert Wilcox, Dept. Mgr" was the nameplate on his desk. He had a photo of a slightly overweight but still attractive "Karen" type of wife who was holding an infant. On the wall, he had his civil engineering degree. Suzy felt his presence behind her. His looming height made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up. When she felt his hands on her shoulders pushing her foreward, she tensed for a split second; and placed her hands on the flat surface. She heard him spit into his hand, and knew he wasn't going to drag this out.

Suzy's breath sucked in as she felt his cock slide up and down her smooth pussy. She glanced back at him to see his brow furrowed as he focused on getting his cock wet enough and lined up. "It's like I'm barely even here..." she thought to herself. "Just a hole," she thought as his cockhead found her sex and slid in. He let out a little sigh, held her by her shoulders, and started pumping mechanically into her. "Just a hole."

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Meanwhile, Emma opened the door to "Captain's Catch," a popular local diner. There were a dozen patrons, mostly working class types, eating their fried cod and fries. Emma walked up to the counter, ordered a sweet tea, and texted "here." to her contact. She sipped her drink a few times, glancing out the window as a black muscle car fired up its powerful motor before leaving the parking lot.

"Men's room. Second stall." was the reply. Emma took another sip from her tea, dabbed her lips, and walked to the side of the counter and down the short corridor. Someone had put a handwritten "out of order" sign on the men's room door. She glanced back over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching, and slipped into it. It was a small, single toilet bathroom, but at least it was clean. She sat on the toilet, checked her messages, and waited.

A minute later, a man with a cooking apron tied around his waist entered nervously. Emma smiled at him as he held his finger in the universal "quiet" sign to his lips. She nodded impishly. He quickly untied the apron and dropped it to the floor. Emma stood, pulled her yoga pants off, and knelt on the tile floor. This wasn't the first time she'd met Hank and knew what he liked. Hank was a tweaker. When he took too much, he got nervous. When he got nervous, he worried his boss would fire him. To ease his nerves, well, he had Emma.

Hank pulled his shirt off as Emma worked his belt and jeans. his erection was clearly bulging already as she hooked the edges of his jeans and underwear, pulling them down. His cock sprang out, and Emma waisted no time.

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Emma sucked and stroked him quickly. Hank wasn't paying her for a blowjob, a fact they both knew. Emma sucked and stroked him, unaware of the hidden camera now streaming the feed to a laptop held by a man sitting in the passenger seat of the black muscle car. She had no idea that she was being recorded.

"Alright, I'm ready." Hank whispered. Emma stood up, turned around, and knelt on the toilet seat, their bodies filling the small space. Hank stood behind her and easily slipped his saliva-wet cock into her. Emma held the handicap rail as he started thrusting his entire length into her. She didn't know that the two men in the muscle car were finalizing their plans for her.

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Emma contented herself his Hank's thrusts. He wasn't the biggest or the most handsome, but out of her regulars he wasn't bad. She felt his cock slide into her again and again, and wondered how Suzy was doing. A wicked grin parted her face. Hank's brow furrowed as Emma began thrusting back against him as she imagined little Suzy pouting her way into whoredom. Her sudden wetness began to drive him over the edge. "Oh, Suzy, if you knew what was planned for you..." Emma thought, listening to Hank start to grunt...