As soon as I saw this Sarah Grace I knew I had to have her. And now that she's on the stage, within my reach, I'm more sure of it than ever.
I like coming to The Exchange because I get any girl I want and they let me do depraved things that not just any girl will do. I appreciate that it's a monetary transaction and there's no chance of them getting clingy or wanting commitment. But I've never spent this much money on any girl before— and this one's not even offering sex.
Yet.
I'm sure I can get her to change her mind. I have that effect on women. The effect that makes them beg me for sex instead of the other way around. And I don't even care that it's more money than I'm used to paying. I'm filthy rich, and I want to dirty her up no matter what the cost.
“Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” I say, not even bothering to hold up my bidding card.
People must think I’m crazy, paying three quarters of a million dollars to have oral sex with a girl I’ve only seen once. But when you make the kind of money I do, this is nothing. Plus, I don’t plan to stop at oral sex and by the time she gets a taste of me, she won’t either.
“Going once…” says the auctioneer, correctly guessing that no one will want to raise my bid. “Going twice, going three times… sold for seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
I stand up to go pay for and collect my winnings.
“No fair letting new guys in here to outbid everyone,” the bald guy in front grumbles loudly. Whatever. He’s just jealous. If he was as rich as me, he’d spend as much as I just spent too.
“Here you go,” says Melissa, motioning at the girl with the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. “Sarah, meet Adam. Adam, meet Sarah.”
“Hi,” she says shyly, those gorgeous eyes looking up at me and then back down.
“Hi.”
I feel rather silly as I say it, like some dumbstruck school boy. I don’t know why she’s having this effect on me— this isn’t like me at all.
Out of all the parts of her to notice— her gorgeous curves and the way her cleavage seeps out of that dress a lot better than it was doing in her weird-looking street clothes— I had to go and notice her eyes first. What the hell has gotten into me?
“Right that way,” she says, pointing towards the VIP room in the back.
She winks at me, as if to say I told you we aim to please here at the New York City branch of The Exchange, and I nod at her, in thanks.
Soon, it’s just the girl whose name they told me was Sarah Grace and me, by ourselves in a room fit for whatever we choose to do in it. There’s a bed, a couch, a chair, a stripper pole, a bench, and, if this room is anything like the ones in Boston, a closet full of BDSM equipment as well.
“So, which one of us is going to do the honors first?” I ask her, jokingly.
“Ha, ha.”
She laughs, but it’s a meek chuckle, and she looks nervous. I remember they told me she’s brand new. I feel honored to be her first client, but a little bad that she’s so anxious. I don’t know what to do with her and in the past it would have made me mad, that they foisted some new girl on me— I’m not paying money to train a lady how to act when a gentleman buys her company and her body— but for some reason, I take pity on her.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her, and she looks at me skeptically, as if figuring out that she’s supposed to be playing a certain part. “What brings you to The Exchange?”
“I like money,” she says, “and sex.”
The last part was said a lot less convincingly than the first part, but I admire her trying. A witty girl who uses humor in an uncomfortable situation— I like it.
“Shall we get down to it, then?” she asks.
She gets down on her knees and crawls over to me. I’m impressed, but it also looks like something she thinks she’s supposed to be doing. Something she saw in some porn video or maybe in sex ed class or something. She does not seem like someone who would be here at The Exchange. And I have to admit I find it cute.
When she’s on her knees directly in front of me, she squeezes my package and begins undoing my fly. I look down at her and let her do her thing. I feel that if I help her out, she’ll be offended. She wants to act like she’s a pro at this, so I decide to let her. At least for a little while.
She takes my cock out and looks up at it hungrily. That part’s not an act, I don’t think. She puts her tongue gingerly on its tip and licks it. This small movement is a bit awkward but it manages to make it stand straight up at full attention. Encouraged, she puts her mouth around it and shoves as much as it as she can manage down her throat.
She immediately chokes on it, and I try my best not to laugh. I’m beginning to wonder if this is the first time she’s done this, but I don’t want to offend her by asking. She looks young, and Melissa had told me she’s a teenager, but since she’s working here she must be at least eighteen. I would have thought no young woman came of age these days without giving a blowjob, but I guess I’d be mistaken.
As she sucks on my cock, it feels good and I push it a little further into her mouth. I take her hand and cup it around my balls. She eagerly squeezes my sack, making me feel even better. I’m so hard inside her warm mouth I feel as if I could explode. But not yet.
I take my cock out of her mouth and take my pants all the way off.
“Let me see you naked,” I command her.
She obeys, letting her dress fall onto the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it and I can see her tits in their full glory. They are large and beautiful and I want to touch them, so I do. She has soft, curly hair on her pussy, and I’m surprised by it since most of the girls working here don’t have that.
I reach down and begin playing with her pussy, and a small groan escapes her lips.
She likes it. She genuinely enjoys what I’m doing to her. Lucky for her, she’s about to enjoy things a lot more.