Sex

"Sex." He said. One simple word, three letters long. Just like "God" is a simple word and only three letters long and just as loaded with implications.

"Pris?"I asked, already feeling the answer boil up in my veins.

"No. Something more exotic. Something dangerous." he said. I shook my head, but it was no use. I revved the engine to life and drove. I was going to the harbor. It was a surefire way to find something to his liking. I parked in front of a joint I have come to like, Top o' the Mornin's" I still haven't met Mr. Top-o-the-Mornin, even though I've been in here at least twice a week for at least a month of Sundays.

The bartender didn't even ask. He dropped a glass and a bottle of bourbon in front of me with two unopened Pabsts. I lit lucky and ignored it. I wasn't interested in booze tonight. I looked around. It was early, so chances are I was only going to be sticking my prick into a thrice-used hole. I made eyes with a very, very tired looking Brunette in the corner. She leaned back and tapped her glass. I sent one over, whatever she was having. She was having a Ginger Ale, the bartender informed me. I raised the empty glass in a salute. She smiled and sipped her ginger ale. I walked over.

"Well, Mr. Class. Here's to you." she said, clinking her ginger ale against my empty glass. She had the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Her body was gorgeous, but her posture suggested whore. Dayworker to get the hardcore alcoholics and the "Three Martini lunch" crowd, except in here, it was a "Three Shots, no ice," crowd. Still, she was probably as high class as I was going to get. I slid down to a chair across from her. I faked a swig of a drink that wasn't there as she drank some ginger ale, and said "Sit up straight. You lean forward like a whore."

She gasped and blushed. Thank God for that. She was new to this racket. Yeziroth sat back. He knew I was good at this. "And I don't give a good Goddamn what your occupation is, even if it is what it is. I came over here cause you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen and I want to stare into them as long as you let me, and I'm going to pay for it."

She slapped me. The first one was to give the impression that she wasn't a whore. My eyes flared, and my gaze did not waver. Her own eyes flared. "That's not a no." I said. She slapped me again, her mouth twisting. That one was because she was ashamed of herself and I had made her that way. I held my gaze. I knew she was thinking hard, trying to tell her pussy to stop being so wet, that she was a professional. She fixed her face hard.

"You done?" I asked. She put a hand to her mouth and I could see her eyes get wet. I didnt waste time. I reached across the table and pulled her mouth to mine. My tongue slid into her mouth and tasted hers. She sucked it and teased it with her own, moans of excitement exploding silently from her quivering legs and shivering body. She ripped herself away from me.

"Alley. Right now." she said huskily and got up. Yeziroth was pleased. I watched her beautiful ass sway as she left the table. I tossed a fin on the table, and stood up.