In college, my good friend and weed dealer worked as a valet at the Hilton, which was the biggest and best hotel in the city. Jerry worked nights and always kept a good stash on him. I walked a few blocks from my apartment to the Hilton and located Jerry in the hotel lobby. He was attending a few guests so he told me to give him 15 minutes and meet him in the parking garage.
I decided to kill time by walking around the hotel. I walked towards the main ballroom and saw that there was a big party going on. I glanced at the sign at the entrance and noticed it was the Christmas party for a very large financial company. There were hundreds of people inside and they looked like they were having fun. I glanced down at my own attire. I was wearing a simple black dress and black boots and I was confident I would be able to blend in. Surely there was an open bar at a party like this.
I walked inside and joined the party. I quickly located the open bar and ordered a rum and coke. As I stood there, sipping, a middle aged man approached me. He looked like an executive type. Shit, I’m busted, I thought.
“Hey there. Merry Christmas.” he said. I smiled nervously. “You must be one of the interns working in accounting, right?”
“Yup, that’s right.” I answered.
“How do you like it?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I guess it’s okay. It sucks working for free.” I said. “Especially at this time of the year.” I’m such a good bullshitter, I thought. I sipped my drink.
The executive stared at me, looking guilty. “You know, you’re right. I remember interning and it really sucked having to eat Ramen every night.”
“It’s better with a bit of soy sauce.” I replied. “I can usually find some discarded soy sauce packets in the breakroom.” I was really milking his guilt.
“Oh… I’m so sorry.” he said. “I know what it’s like to struggle.”
We stood there silently for a few minutes and he cleared his throat. “Do you ever do any freelance work?”
“Like what?” I asked.
He glanced around and leaned close to me and whispered, “Like… adult stuff. Sex stuff.”
“Are you offering to pay me for sex?” I asked. He shushed me and took my arm, leading me out to the lobby.
“Yes, I am. But it has to be discreet since we work together. I’ll give you $100 for a blow job.”
I started to walk away and he stepped in front of me. “Okay, $200. Wait, wait. $300? No, don’t walk away, please. $500 for a blow job. Please.”
“Deal.” I said. We went up to his room where I unzipped his pants, pulled his dick out and began to kiss the head. He moaned and ran his fingers in my hair. I licked the shaft of his cock very slowly, moving my tongue from base to tip, looking into this eyes the whole time.
“Oh, God!” he whispered, looking down at me.
I began to suck, squeezing my lips around his cock and flapping my tongue around. I moved my head back and forth, side to side, slowly sucking his cock harder and faster. Within a few minutes, he pulled it out of my mouth and splashed his cum all over my face.
“That was incredible! That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.” He said, handing me a towel. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, smiling as I realized that was the quickest and easiest $500 I’ve ever made, just to be a holiday slut.
I was sure my friend Jerry was wondering where I disappeared to so I told my new friend that I needed to get going.
“Do you think you can come to my office on Monday and… do this again?” he asked.
“Sure. But, I would love pre-payment.” I said. He quickly handed over another $500. “Which office are you in?” I asked.
“The top floor. Suite 1201.” he said, smiling. “I can’t wait to see you on Monday.”
“Yeah, see you then.” I laughed as I took the elevator back down to find Jerry. Poor executive man. He’s going to have a major case of blue balls on Monday, I thought.
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