The Transaction

"A fair exchange is no robbery..."

She leaned back against the rough brick wall and drew heavily on her cigarette, the smooth grey/blue smoke drifting up into the cool nighttime air. It had been a long, slow night and it was getting late – so late it was almost early. She was thinking about turning in for the night when she saw him watching her from across the street. She smiled to herself; he looked like just her type. She dropped the half smoked cigarette onto the pavement and stamped it out with her red stiletto shoe. Pealing herself from the wall she wiggled her hips and pulled downwards on her obscenely short skirt, to little effect. Nothing much was left to the imagination but hey, that’s what the customers liked.

He saw her move his way and his mouth went suddenly dry. His heart beat faster as she sauntered across the empty road, her eyes never leaving his. Her tight black mini skirt hugged her slim figure and the white lacy blouse exposed just enough of her ample breasts to make him start to sweat. Her long slender legs soon ate up the road between them and he managed a short nervous smile. She stopped just short of him, produced a packet of cigarettes as if from no-where and asked him if he had a light. Fumbling in his pockets, he brought out an old lighter and sparked it into life. She moved closer and, taking his hand in both of hers, bent to the flame. She smiled and thanked him, but they both knew that it was all a charade, a way to break the ice.

She didn’t feel like messing around so she told him straight, what was on offer and just how much it would cost. She stood for a moment or two while he plucked up the courage to ask what he wanted. She could have made it easy for him, she knew what he was after. But why make it easy? She liked to see them squirm.

The man turned his back slightly and rummaged into the inside pocket of his coat. Turning back, he handed her a small fold of notes. She carefully counted the money, she didn’t care that he saw. She’d been stiffed too many times to give a shit about his feelings. Satisfied, she rolled to notes up and slipped them into her all too small panties.

His legs began to tremble with excitement as she told him to follow her, and strode away down the road into a long, dark alleyway. Even though he knew no-one cared, he looked both ways before following her. She seemed to walk for an age before coming to a stop in the deepest, darkest shadows. As soon as he joined her, she pushed him back against a wall, dropped to her knees and began to unzip his fly.

She didn’t care about the grazes on her knees, she’d gotten used to that in time. She slipped one long fingered hand inside and gripped his already hard cock.

She smiled inwardly. She liked it when the punters were ready for action, she hated to work at it for them. Pulling it from the warmth into the cold night air, she start to kiss it gently, her ruby red lips caressing, teasing. He gasped at her first touch of her hand, and then again at the touch of her lips. He had to concentrate hard at the first touch of her tongue, which sent shivers up and down his spine.

She was good, he knew she would be, but he never expected anything like this. The sensations running through his body were like nothing he’d felt before, Even at it’s best, the sex with his wife was mediocre. He leaned back hard against the wall, his eyes shut tightly and his hands making fists down by his side (she’d told him no touching on any account) as he fought to keep control. If nothing else, he wanted to get his money’s worth.

Even if she said so herself, she was really performing well. He wasn’t to know that she wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more. She felt the hunger deep inside as she played expertly with her lips, her tongue and her teeth. She knew when to take it deep and when to take it slow. She intended to make it an experience of a lifetime. She owed him that much. Faster, then slower. Deeper, then shallow. Hearing his gasps and moans made her feel a warmth deep inside. They both knew that they’d be getting what they wanted, very soon.

His breathing was coming in short bursts, his legs began to shake quite violently. He was close, so damn close. She worked ever harder, sucking greedily; the time was close, so very close. He was gasping now, loudly calling out a name, most likely his wife’s, as she commenced her final assault. With a scream he reached his climax. At the same moment she too reached her peak. The hot liquid filled her mouth as she swallowed greedily. More and more it came. She took it all as he crumpled against the wall with a soft moan. Seconds passed so slowly as she satisfied her thirst.

Rising to her feet once more, she straightened out her disheveled clothing, smoothing down her skirt and her blouse. Her sharp, pointed teeth retracted as she slid her tongue across her scarlet lips. She lapped at the small trickle of blood that was trying to escape, she wanted every drop. She looked down at the unconscious figure on the floor of the alleyway. His eyes were closed. He’d not recall what happened, and his wound would have healed by the time he woke. He’d got what he’d paid for and she’d got what she needed. She turned and walked away, returning to her home, to sleep away the daylight hours until it was time to hunt once more…