She lounges around and keeps to herself until 13:00

Glimmer almost took a page from Mr Blank’s book and slept in the dressing room but opted for a mall meal instead while catching up with gossip. There was no gossip worth remembering, though.

Before she can be called in to meet Grayler, she goes to the designated room beforehand to get comfortable. She uses the 10 minutes of alone time to appreciate the design of the “Pleasure Cubes” or the “VIP Rooms,” whatever you prefer. The dimly lit interior, the plush furnishing, and, of course, the erotic music playing almost inaudibly in the overhead speakers. There is a bed inside that spins, and she lies in the center, looking at the ceiling and taking deep breaths.

The door opens, and without missing a beat, she sits on her side and greets Grayler as he comes in. “Welcome, Grayler. I’ve been expecting you~.”

Grayler starts to quickly undress, kicking off shoes, ripping off socks, and throwing his shirt, jeans, and underwear in a trail as he jumps into the bed with her. Her eyes examine up closely as he gets comfortable beside her.

His cock, semi-erect.

His eyes were all over her.

His hands. Groping at her thighs.

He was a little younger than her, which isn’t her type. He liked men, preferably a little older—not a lot older, but maybe two or three years… She tries not to show any judgment in her glance but feels it in herself. Both physically and emotionally.

Glimmer prepares herself to surrender to this “man,” however. She’s already familiar with his reputation. Well familiar with it. She’s determined to give him what he wants. She moves closer, her body language betraying everything she’s feeling. “Where should we begin?” she teases smoothly, her eyes fixed on his.

“You know where I want to begin,” Grayler murmurs, licking his lips as he presses a hand on her chest to push her gently back down the bed as it continues to spin. She feels her skin ripple with discomfort as she feels his touch at first, but she knows he won’t hurt her…

“Of course I know,” she smirks as she breathes out. “I’m here to please, after all.”

Grayler hikes up her dress and takes off her panties. This time, he doesn’t snap them off (thankfully), and he lowers himself close to her vagina. Glimmer feels her heartbeat quicken, and her fingers tighten with anticipation. She feels **** as he looms above her, starting and wishing.

She smiles up at him and coos, convincing herself that if Grayler were just older… she’d find him attractive. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

Grayler looks up at her and tries for a smile, but it still appears corrupt. “Spread your legs and show me that pussy, Glimmer.”

Glimmer bites her lower lip, giving him an expression that every man likes when he sees her on her back like this as she spreads her legs for him. Her hands rubbing down her tummy and then to her slit. Her cheeks flush as she stares up at him, and action ensues, according to his command. There’s a half-second of hesitation, her mind in conflict with itself as she pushes thought aside and obeys his will.

She uses her fingers, revealing her own “pink heat.” Her heart pounded in her chest. Glimmer watches Grayler focus on her pussy as she spreads herself with her forefinger and middle digit, his gaze never wavering. In her peripheral vision, she can see him stroke himself, his movements growing more insistent as she leers at the sight, barely noticing the face that’s with the cunt that’s being spread.

She fights the urge to squirm, so she just lays still, her fingers trembling as she watches him jerk himself. Then, their eyes meet. It’s intense, and she thinks he’s about to say something. Praise her, perhaps, complimenting the pink spread lips of her girl parts or something unhinged about how badly he wants her; instead, he leans in, tongue already out as he indulges in her pussy. It traces a sensitive path and crosses over her folds, making her gasp slightly in unwarranted bliss. His tongue is warm… warmer than hers, maybe.

The slick lashes are hard to fight again, and she trembles with murmurs and moans. Despite her discomfort, she can’t help but respond to his touch, arching her hips to his ministrations. Her soft moans go unanswered as Grayler continues to invade her honey pot with his mouth, exploring every inch that’s exposed to him…

He reaches for her legs and squeezes them before he spreads her wider, holding her place as he goes down with unabashed enthusiasm she’s seldom seen from anyone else. Glimmer feels her body reacting strongly, oozing her juices like a bitch in heat. She closes her eyes and forgets the guilt and her disinterest in Grayler as he begins ravishing her pussy better than all other clients. There’s still a glimmer of hope that he’s looking at her, but every time she half-lids her gaze, she finds his either closed or screwed so tightly down to her crotch it’s as though they’re both pieces of fucked-up furniture… Oh, well.

Glimmer starts to feel her orgasm approaching. Quicker than last time, but it’s gentle and satisfying. It’s not the pleasure, she decides as she sees her chest rising and falling. It’s the lack of the impersonal connection she’s having with her partner… It’s devoid of anything personal… She blinks, stares at the ceiling again, and then looks at Grayler, still fixated on his munching and ravishing.

She knows better than to let him know that was it, though. She puts on a show, moaning loudly and thrusting her hips into his mouth as if she’s completely lost in the moment… Grayler responds to this eagerly by driving his tongue against her clit, his fingers digging into her thighs as he continues to give her “her best orgasm of the day.”

In the meantime, she only wants this to be over with. Wants him off and out of her space… She draws a few deep breaths and closes her legs as he finally lifts his head away from her between her legs. She sits up slightly and covers herself with a hand. Her voice comes out a little shaky. “Now… shall I return the favor?” She winks and grins, wanting a turn on him, too.

However, when she sees his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, she realizes he has come, too. A glance between his legs allows her a sight of a puddle of sperm pooled where he was hunched over. She remembers him stroking his cock at the sight of her vagina before even going down on her.

“No… No… That’s all I wanted,” Grayler says and sighs with great satisfaction. “I’ll hire you again when I’m feeling the itch!”

She watches him, hiding her dissatisfaction behind a **** smile. “I look forward to our next session, Grayler.”

He slips into his clothes and wipes his cock off on the silk sheets of the bed. “I know you are,” he winks, leaving her alone in Pleasure Cube.

“Alright then... Cya later…” she falls back in the bed, still spinning, and closes her eyes. “Two more clients…”