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         After he finished, which didn’t take long, Mike felt awkward. He had never done this before and wasn’t sure how he should leave. Should he just hop up, jump into his pants

and toss the money on the night stand? Maybe he could try to make conversation with the woman. Well, he didn’t really know her and he just fucked her. So I guess you could say

that there wasn’t much to talk about other than “Was it good for you too?” Which is a stupid question to even think about since she fucked for a living…but at least she was a good

fuck right? Just thinking about how good of a fuck she was got him hard. This, she sensed, and turned to look at him. It was like she had boner radar. He shifted uncomfortably under

the thin worn out sheets. Could he ask for more? How much would it cost? He wasn’t even sure he had enough cash. His breathing became deep and ragged. She didn’t talk much,

but he kind of like that. It made the whole thing a little easier. She tossed the sheets aside to show her slim figure. She was tan with a small bikini line. Very sexy. She had long

dark hair that flowed down past her shoulders and a small rose tattoo on her hip. She slowly climbed out of the bed, showing him every angle of herself, grabbed the pack of cigs off

her night stand, and lit up…still naked. This aroused him even more to the point where he was ready for another hard fuck. She turned to look at him, “Sorry kid. I’m closed for the

night.” She smiled and walked out of the room. “Leave the money on the night stand, and lock the door on your way out.” So…this left him with his original plan…he hopped up,

jumped into his pants, and tossed the money on the night stand.