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 pool, 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.
“Do you like when I touch your pussy?” I ask Sarah.
She nods and I say, “Let me hear your answer,” as I pull on her clit a little bit.
“Yes,” she says, looking up at me with those beautiful, innocent eyes, as I stare down at her gorgeous naked body.
“Has anyone ever eaten this pussy before?” I ask her.
She hesitates, and then shakes her head. As if remembering that I’d commanded a verbal answer, she quickly says, “No.”
She looks embarrassed, but I’m elated. She has to be a virgin then. She has to let me pop that sweet little cherry of hers.
“Here you go,” I tell her, walking her over to the bed and lowering her down onto it, on her back. “That’s about to change.”
I spread her legs open wide so I can see all of her naked pussy. I hold her pussy lips open and begin nibbling on her clit.
“Oh my God,” she says, letting out another quiet moan. “This feels so good.”
“Do you like when I lick up and down your clit?” I ask her, “while sticking my finger in your pussy hole?”
I put a finger deep inside her pussy, which feels soft and wet and tight.
“Yes,” she says, moaning and groaning. “It feels so good.”
I softly bite her clit and then suck on it. I run my tongue in circles around it. I play with her nipples and her hole. I squeeze her ass cheeks and I slap them now and again when she tries to wiggle away from me because what I’m doing to her is making her feel too sensitive and good.
Finally, it’s obvious that she she can’t help it any more. She’s calling out, “Oh my God, that feels so good. I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“Good,” I tell her, plunging another finger deep inside her so that her juices run out all over both fingers. “That’s what I was hoping you would do.”
“Oh, my God,” she says, panting. “Oh, my God. Thank you.”
Finally, as if remembering her manners, she stands up and says, “And now, I want to make you feel that good.”
She gets back down on her hands and knees and begins to suck on my cock stronger and more earnestly than she did before. Her shyness is gone and she lets me plunge my whole dick inside her mouth. She deep throats me like a champ while I do my best not to moan and groan as she just had.
I have to hold back, I can’t let her know how powerless she makes me fucking feel. This chick. What the fuck does she do to me and how?
I’m close to coming when I realize I have to stop because I want to do more.
“Sarah,” I tell her, stopping her by putting a finger under her chin and raising her eyes up to mine. I feel like I’m trapped in a sea of innocence, even though my cock was just jammed down her throat. “Wait.”
“Don’t you want to come?” she asks me, as she leans back.
“I do,” I tell her. “But not like this.”
She looks up at me with eyes half questioning, half knowing. She’s too smart not to have figured out what I want.
“I will pay you more,” I tell her. “A million dollars.”
I want to say, “Just let me take your virginity. Please.”
I don’t, thought. I already feel pathetic, nearly begging her like this. But I’ve never wanted something so badly.
“For that amount, you give me everything,” I tell her, proposing my bargain as if she can take it or leave it and it’ll make no difference to me. “You give me your body right here, right now.”
“Is that allowed… at the club?” she asks.
My heart sinks when I think she’s only asking this question because she wants to continue working here, and I don’t want her to. But what claim do I have over her? It’s not like I ever see a girl after I sleep with her. I shake my head and answer her question.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay them extra for their cut of the privilege,” I tell her, and I will.
I don’t want to be in bad standing with The Exchange. My head tells me I’ll need to use them again if I’m not allowed to be with any of the students at my new school. But my heart tells me I won’t want to be with anyone, after Sarah.
“So do we have a deal or not?” I ask her, my voice gruff to mask how vulnerable I feel. How disappointed I’ll be if she says no.
“Okay,” she says, nodding her head and smiling as if I’ve made her day.
She is certainly an enigma. And I like that about her.
I take off the rest of my clothes and put on a condom. I’m so glad she said yes but after we go through with this, I have a feeling she’s going to be very hard for me to forget.