Shortfall

Raymond was conscious of her eyes on him as he stripped bills from the stack in his hand and laid them on the dresser. He wasn’t ready to meet her eyes, reluctant to see his shame reflected back in those strange, violet irises. He had never resorted to sex for money before and he felt awash with his own desperation and failure.

“It is not the sex you pay for darling, it’s the ticket price for the experience,” she cooed, her southern drawl warm and seductive in his ears.

Raymond felt himself redden, felt the tug of sudden tightness in his jeans.

As if she could read his thoughts she stepped in closer, drawing him against her. He could feel the heat of her through the silk of her dress. He ran his hands down her frame and felt himself ignite realizing that she had nothing on under it.

“We all find ourselves here sooner or later, in a place of need. There is no shame in admitting that.” She whispered in his ear before lowering her lips to his neck and flicking her tongue against the pulsing skin there.

Raymond followed her to the bed. Moving with an almost feline grace, she slipped out of her black dress and knelt on the edge in the tiniest of black thongs. Her breasts were full and high. He moved his hands over them and they felt lush and warm. He felt her nipples harden against his palms. Her eager hands tugged open his zipper, freeing him.
Raymond’s lust was quickly overriding any shame. He shrugged off his shirt and fumbled off his jeans. He stood above her breathing hard in his boxers, hard and ready.

She gasped as he reached out suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach. Raymond pulled the narrow lace of her thong aside and slipped inside her wet folds, hearing himself moaning as she began to move her hips, rocking him deeper and deeper. He hadn’t taken a woman from behind in a long, long time and the sensation of it drove him to the edge.

“Slow down Cowboy,” she said, reaching back to grab his bare hips with her manicured fingers. She gripped the slick flesh with her nails, tearing at the skin.

That drawl and the fresh, bright burst of pain had the opposite effect. Instead of slowing Raymond surged forward and felt the climax hit him like a train. It traveled up his shaft and rolled through his entire body like a tidal wave until he was shaking and cursing with the intensity of his release.

He dropped down next to her on the bed, still convulsing as she pressed her body against his. She was laughing, a little breathlessly.

“Jesus Ray, that’s the way we should play it all the time.” The southern drawl was gone now and her eyes flashed with amusement.
Raymond watched in awe as his wife stood and collected the colorful stack of monopoly money from the nightstand.

“Remind me to always be the banker. This is the most fun I’ve had collecting on your shortfall.”

Raymond laughed, “You and all your damn hotels. A man could almost call this entrapment!”

“You didn’t have to agree to my loan terms, “ she countered, rising to her feet.

His wife sauntered out of the bedroom, waving the stack of monopoly money over the shoulder. Ray watched her go, her bare ass twitching above those long legs.

“I wouldn’t bother getting dressed cowboy,” she said, letting the drawl creep back playfully.

“See you back out at the board.”