The World’s Oldest Profession

Kira had expected the day to go differently. She had thought today would be tough, but predictable. Catching her boyfriend cheating on her with some bimbo yesterday had pretty much cemented that. Coming out of a breakup was supposed to have meant the day would be boring, sad, and couldn’t end soon enough. It should have involved a tub of ice cream, a lot of tissues, and maybe a rom com where she could point at the screen to her best friend and yell “Why can’t it just be like that!?!” in exasperation.

Instead, said best friend (Jane) was cooing to the stranger between them and stroking his naked manhood less than a foot from Kira's confused and aroused face.

How did this happen? She thought to herself as her gaze swapped back and forth between Jane nibbling the ear of the euphoric man and the pulsing penis about to release all over Kira’s face and chest. Jane was naked, wrapped around the standing man’s back with one hand expertly massaging his balls and the other wrapped around his waist and pumping his member aggressively. Kira was on her hands and knees on the bed in front of the two of them.

While Kira had been sobbing into the first few tissues of the day, her bags still on Jane’s doorstep, she had shared with Jane that she didn’t know what she was going to do for money. She couldn’t go back to retail and she doubted her ex, Andrew, was going to continue to pay both their bills.

“You can always try applying at my job,” her friend had offered.

“The strip club?!?” Kira had asked incredulously.

Jane had winced “I need to come clean. That’s just something I do rarely. What I do is a little more… controversial.”

And she’d told Kira everything then, about the brothel a little off of the Strip and how much better she found it than stripping. It had seemed like a weight off of her shoulders to finally share her secret, but also an invitation for consideration.

“You don’t even have to apply yet! You can just sign a few forms and if any of my clients are willing, you can watch and see what you think. Hell you’d make me some extra money that way actually.”

And so, partly to forget her problems and partly out of curiosity, she’d agreed. And after changing into some slightly sluttier clothes than she would normally wear, that the brothel had provided. She’d watched Jane masterfully tease, flirt, and please the man in front of her. But then the client had been bolder than either she or Jane had expected and offered Kira a month’s rent just to be her first client of any kind. She’d hesitantly agreed to letting him finish on her. More just to know if she could even think about this line of work than the money, though that would also be a huge relief.

So she found herself here, the bed in the Red Stiletto room number 5. Her blonde curly hair draped around her shoulders and spilling into her cleavage over the cheap company logo tshirt that didn’t hug enough of her curves to really hide much of her breasts aside from the nipples. Smelling sex and seeing a completely different side of her best friend.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?” Jane asked the man in an intimate tone Kira had never heard from her before.

The man continued to moan, but said nothing.

“Or are you cumming for her!?” Jane purred.

The man’s moans deepened.

“You ready to cum all over her, baby! You ready to soak her with your hot cum!? Make her a whore! Be the first man to cum all over her pretty fresh whore face!”

The man moaned louder and again spasmed in pleasure. Kira knew it wouldn’t be long now. She tensed, exhilarated and anxious all at once. She watched balls and cock throb and relax faster and faster. Her throat caught. She wasn’t sure if she was ready.

And then he came as Jane squealed in delight! It felt like slow motion to Kira. Semen showered first over Kira’s hair and right eye (which she’s luckily closed in time), then in another spurt all over her face. Then down over her tits and the too loose shirt. Jane's hands were covered in the white hot semen that drizzled down as she continued to stroke him softly and she was grinning ear to ear looking at her freshly cum covered friend.

“Good job, baby,” she said. Though it couldn’t be known if she meant it for the man or for Kira.

Kira kept staring at the twitching cock so close in front of her. Her breathing heavy.

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