Press Your Luck 34

Thanks to an internet search Harlow found a way to make some money selling his plasma the next day. The downside, besides being completely drained after, was that they told him he could only do it twice a week. But at least they paid in cash, and he could buy another few days in the motel and pay for the Uber back to his motel as he was in no condition to walk the streets. He was lucky to find a place to take him in with no appointment but the problem with that was they just sent him on his way to deal with the aftereffects on his own. It wasn’t very dissimilar to being drunk, he found. The driver was even nice enough to help him out of the car and walk him the short distance to his room. “You’re so sweet.” He giggled, unaware he picked his knee up as he held on tightly to the overweight man’s waist.

The man chuckled, “Well, hopefully we can do this again.” He smiled as he slid the card in the lock.

“We totally should, like, do this again!” Harlow giggled as he stumbled into his room.

“You were definitely a fun ride.” The man said as he started to leave. Before he could, slender arms wrapped around his shoulders and he was forced to spin on his heels or fall as Harlow kissed the man’s cheek.

“You don’t know the half of it.” his voice swooned dreamily, “Next time.” he winked before gently shoving the man away from the door, letting it slowly close behind him as he fell back on his clean bedsheets. After a few minutes of the room spinning he heard a knock at the door. “Back for more?” He giggled as he slowly stood to his heeled feet, surprisingly well he congratulated himself as he opened the door. “Hello?”

“Hey,” a familiar gruff voice responded, “I was here yesterday with my son a–”

“The totally cute shy one?” Harlow smiled, remembering how sweet the kid was as he leaned on the door for support, offering the dad a better view of his cleavage. ‘Sweet kid.’ he thought, ‘Even though he grabbed my butt.’

“That’s him.” The man openly leered at what he thought was a beautiful coed in front of him. He knew his daughter would be pissed and correct him for calling what this girl was wearing a skirt and tank top and claim it was so much more than that. But he just didn’t care. He didn’t care like she did, or Harlow who spent the morning trying to find something totally cute to lift his spirits until he found the lace ribbed v-neck crop cami and gingham glam belted mini skirt. It was practical after all. The days were still hot and they would need to draw blood from Harlow’s arm. So that meant short sleeves or no sleeves. There were only so many cute skirts that went with that kind of top. The black suede stilettos were just because they were comfortable now. Again, none of this the man knew or cared to know as he finished. “Are you free right now?”

“Mmm. I am never free.” Harlow giggled, “But if, like, you wanna talk, you can, like, come in.” he turned around, no longer leaning against the door for support. He slowly swayed his hips as he cleared his cute round rattan bag off the bed, the only place anyone could actually sit besides the floor. At this point bending at his waist had become second nature to Harlow, much like the breathy voice he spoke with now without even trying. Placing his bag on the countertop, Harlow opened the small fridge before pouting and closing it, “Sorry I don’t, like, have anything for you to drink if you were thirsty.”

The man pulled himself away from the open shoe box of dildos that occupied the singular chair in the room to answer. “I’m not.” He hadn’t expected she would have anything worth drinking.

Harlow pouted as he looked at the man and licked his lips, “I am.” he sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed next to the man. The only chair in the room was currently occupied by an open shoe box Harlow had discovered in his bag the night before while he did his best to make the tiny motel room somewhat homey. The box contained ‘Harry’, as Valerie insisted on him calling the oversized dildo, and another smaller six inch vibrator, some lube, and a little booklet. Something Valerie thought was a hilarious way to say “go fuck yourself” no doubt. Harlow did his best to ignore the box that morning, and after giving plasma it was completely forgotten now. The act sent blood rushing to Harlow’s head. “Sorry, I’m, like, a total space case sometimes. I totally forgot to ask you your name.”

“Yeah…you can just call me John.”

“Okay, John. I’m Lucy.” Harlow smiled reflexively as he offered John his hand. “Pleased to meet you. What were we talking about?”

John smirked and shook the woman’s slender hand, “I wanted to find out about the costs.”

“Cost of what??”

“How much do you get paid for what you do?” John placed his hand on Harlow’s bare leg.

“Oh! Well I just started.” Harlow beamed with pride, finally understanding! He wasn’t a bimbo like Valerie after all. He just played one. “But, like, I got a hundred for the guy to stick me.” Harlow placed his hand on John’s thigh absentmindedly. ‘He’s, like, so warm.’

“Hmm, not bad. What about just a taste?”

“I…” Harlow smiled as he watched the man gently massage his leg. ‘Like, I see where the kid gets it.’ Harlow giggled. ‘Oh, right, he, like, asked me something.’ “Uh…I think half. That’s, like, fair, right?” Selling blood took less time and there was a demand for it but not as much as plasma for some reason. But hey, if this guy and his son wanted to sell blood and get less money then who was he to stop them?

“It does.” John leaned in closer and brushed a hair out of her face, “Wait. You’re clean, right?”

“Oh yeah totally.” Harlow smiled, “The doc, like, checked me out and everything. Said I’m fit as a horse. But, like, horses aren’t–” Harlow’s words were cut off as the man forced his tongue down his throat. Instinctually Harlow’s tongue wrapped around John’s before finally he pushed the man away. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh, you want to get paid first.” John said as he stood up and pulled out his wallet.

“Huh? I…I’m n–” Harlow stopped as he saw the man pull out several twenties.

“Shoot. I don’t have a ten. I don’t suppose you can make change?” he chuckled. Harlow slowly shook his head. He had only been paid in twenties from the doctor as well. “Hmm.” The man eyed Harlow up and down, “Eh, fuck it.” He said and placed five twenties on top of Harlow’s bag.

“You want to…have sex with me?” Harlow looked at the man, then the money, and somewhere through the fog the connection was finally made. “John.” wasn’t his name. He thought Harlow was a female prostitute.

“Your voice is sexy as fuck, but I’m not paying to talk about the weather sweetheart.” The man, John, laughed as he ran his fingers through Harlow’s hair. He couldn’t do this could he? He hadn’t gotten to have sex since before the blow up with Daniel and now this guy was gonna be the first one to use his gaff? Harlow shook away the sadness and glanced again at the money, it would be enough for the rest of the week in the motel and he could eat something besides cup-a-soups. Harlow looked at the money hard, he knew he needed to get more or he would actually be on the streets. He was going to come up with something, but after donating the plasma he felt so woozy and light headed. ‘It isn’t like I’m having sex, it is fake… it’s, like, kind of better than giving a hand job.’ Harlow thought, his eyes drifting to the crotch of the man’s pants. An errant thought came to Lucy before he acted. ‘I wonder what he tastes like?’

Licking her lips, Lucy watched as John unbuckled his pants, revealing his erect cock. She faked a smile as she took John’s penis in hand and glanced up at John. John’s dick wasn’t near as big as Daniel’s, ‘At least my jaw won’t hurt.’ Lucy thought and hesitantly wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick. Lucy spent the next half minute licking and sucking the stranger’s cock while John moaned in pleasure. It wasn’t the first time she had sex with another man of course, but something was off that kept nagging at the back of her brain.

Slipping her hand under her skirt Lucy found her panties and pushed them aside, the gentle thrum as her penis twitched beneath the new age gaff causing it to leak slowly until she pressed her finger inside. Lucy had never explored the gaff on her own before, so it took more than a second for her to find the tip of her penis in the gel-like surroundings, but when she did the small twin vibrators had an immediate effect. Lucy moaned around the man’s hard cock in her mouth as she fingered her penis through the gaff. ‘Finally!’ She thought as she felt her body fill with that familiar heat.

“Enough foreplay.” John said as he pulled Lucy off of his cock and stood her up.

“Aw!” She giggled as she continued to stroke his slick cock, “I was having fun.” ‘That was,like, just my finger in the gaff!’ Lucy thought as she glanced at the cock in her hand, ‘I bet a cock feels even better!’ She licked her lips, reminding herself to keep smiling despite the taste of sweat on her tongue.

“Then you’re gonna love what comes next.” John said as he sat on the bed with a lean.

“I bet!” She giggled and shimmied eagerly out of her skirt and straddled John’s seven inch cock. For a moment she just rocked back and forth along his cock, caressing and teasing him with the moist front of her lace panties as she herself enjoyed the low pulses from the tiny twin vibrators this action caused as they teased her penis closer to the edge while John flipped up her top and bra, exposing her breasts to the cold air. “Fudge…mmm god!” She gasped when John wrapped his lip around Lucy’s hard nipple.

“I wanna fuck you so bad!” John gasped, feeling his cock leaking against the lace of her thong panties as she gyrated on top of him.

Out of instinct and pure habit Lucy almost put his dick in her ass. “Oops, not there.” she giggled before correcting herself and pulling the front of her panties aside and pressing the tip into the entrance of the gaff. Her pussy. Lucy slowly lowered herself onto the cock, feeling her own pulsate wildly when the vibrators kicked into a new gear as John’s penis triggered them.

John’s eyes bulged as the girl’s pussy quivered around his dick. “Holy shit!” He gasped at the brand new sensation. Lucy moaned and she grabbed her breast as she bounced up and down on his cock. The girl had acted less eager in the beginning until she wrapped her lips around his cock. He wasn’t new to strippers or hookers, he knew none of them were happy to see him, they were happy to see his money. But he had almost assumed she was trying to get him to bust his nut before he could actually fuck her, it wouldn’t have been the first time one of these sluts tried that trick, but her tune changed once she got on top of him. The way she moaned and panted like an animal in heat, the way her cunt gripped his cock, sending wild new sensations through his crotch, ‘Fuck!’ he thought as he pulled her down and bit her nipple, ‘I might have to keep this bitch for myself!’

Lucy squealed in delight as she felt the man’s teeth sink into her sensitive nipple. As her hips rocked or bounced on John’s cock with more intensity the vibrator’s would respond in a similar fashion. Eyes closed, her body moved off of pure lust as she rode the man harder and harder, and she imagined she smelt the familiar scent of teakwood. Daniel’s warm hands gripped her hips as he continued to suck on one nipple before trying another. ‘Fuck!’ She screamed in her mind, ‘Daniel!’ Her pulse raced as she bit her lip.

“Oh fuck me!” John groaned and pulled Lucy off of his cock and immediately shoving it in her warm mouth. John’s body quivered as his cock erupted with cum inside of Lucy’s throat. “Fuck!” he gasped as he continued using the girl’s mouth as a living flesh doll on  his softening cock. He smiled and released his hold on Lucy’s head.

Laying on the bed, Lucy watched John fixing his pants. ‘I was almost there.’ she pouted, idly stroking the edges of her vagina. "That was great, here." John said, tossing a few extra bills on the bed before moving to the door. "See you again soon."  Without waiting for a reply the man opened the door and left.

After John left Lucy lay on the bed, pouting. She had sex. Valerie said the dumb gaff would make sex great! But she had gotten so close to the edge only for John to be the one to cum?! "...I thought we were, like, friends." Harlow frowned as he stood. "But she was totally screwing with me again." He started the shower, hoping to clean out the mess John had left inside of the gaff and at least enjoy a hot shower. Touching his hand to the streaming water he sighed at the cold and sat on the edge of the sink and waited. ‘I should just toss this thing.’ he thought as he removed his top. ‘She totally lied about it making sex feel great. I thought we were friends.’ The thought ripped a hole in his chest as he removed his bra, ‘Why would she wanna trick me?’ The cold air stiffened his nipples as he sat in silence, listening to the constant hiss and sputtering of the showerhead. ‘Cause she’s a total witch!’ he growled as he stood up and pulled his skirt down, ‘She wanted me to use it so when I cum-complained she’d, like, laugh at me and fer sure say I’m gay for having sex with Daniel! Jokes on her we totally already had s– “I’m not gay!” Harlow growled at his reflection in the mirror. He covered his large breasts and shivered at either the newfound sensitivity of his erect nipples or his cold hands, he wasn’t sure which. The smooth front of his panties was peeked over the rim of the sink reminding him of the annoyance hidden beneath. "I should get rid of this." His hands moved slowly, not wanting to expose his breasts to the cold air again. Hooking his thumbs under the small twin strands of his thong he pulled them down to his knees before letting them drop to the floor with his skirt now in a pile around his heels.

He stepped back for a moment to allow himself a less obstructed view of his faux sex as he considered his options. It didn't make sex better, which is how he chose to remember why he let Valerie convince himself to wear it in the first place. So he should get rid of it. If he had done so as soon as he was kicked out of the house, maybe  John wouldn't have wanted to have sex with him once he discovered Lucy's penis. Another chilling thought occurred to him, that maybe instead of simply leaving Harlow hot and bothered once he discovered what he really was…"I'll keep it for now." He thought out loud as he leaned against the sink counter, sending a cold chill through his spine as he took off his heels, "Besides, it's, like, better than having to use the glue."

Harlow planted the balls of his feet on the cold tile floor before stepping into the shower, ‘At least I can, like, stay a week in the motel now.’ He thought as he idly rubbed at the entrance of his gaff.  After another minute of waiting Harlow decided the water was as hot as it would get and stood under the running water, taking another freezing shower.