I was 18 years old -a full 27 years ago. Oh my. Involved in a few things I shouldn’t be one day my, um, well, for lack of a better word I’ll call him my mentor “friend” decided we needed to get laid. He pulled the Cadillac into a cheap motel where we rented a room. Once inside he popped the Memphis phone book open and ordered up a couple of escorts. I recall him telling the person on the other end of the phone what type of chick he wanted, then turned to me and asked what I needed. I recall telling him a brunette.
It wasn’t long before they arrived. A quick knock at the door and they were in. I knew right away this wasn’t going to work for me. I didn’t find my woman particularly attractive –and I’m kind of funny that way. If I’m not into you I can not get a hard on. And that’s the way it played out. She proceeded to suck my cock while this firestorm of activity was taking place in the bed right next to me. His woman, he was/is forcing her to suck his cock so violently the chick was starting to cry. I don’t mean she was starting to shed a few tears –I’m mean she was in total, complete distress. Her throat was being raped while the chick sucking my flaccid cock was just trying to get a reaction from me. It wasn’t to be. She even stopped at one point and asked if I was on any drugs. It must of been as much hell for her as it was for me. If only she’d let me tie her up instead.
Things ended rather abruptly. My good friend had used the escort’s throat to such a capacity that she felt she needed to remove herself from the situation as quickly as possible. Things became violent, indeed. She jumped up, grabbed her clothes and she and her colleague both ran from the motel room in the buff as my friend chased after them.
I’m just not into hookers, escorts or prostitutes. Whatever you want to call them.