Ugh I also loved subby!Mickey sex worker. I'd like a continuation, but I have no creative ideas to send you except smut... :v
Warning: 18+ BDSM themes, mentions of drugs/criminal activity/promiscuous sex etc.
As promised, she found Mickey in the same spot, on the corner of two intersecting lanes of perverse attractions. A stone’s throw from the pretty-boy junction was a sex shop doused in flickering neon light; the neighbourhood’s supplier of condoms and under-the-counter poppers. For the men: a selection of seedy and seedier strip-joints dotted the streets. For the ladies: an all-male strip club known nationwide for its explosive drag nights, back alley raids and vaseline-slicked bathroom stalls. Mickey had been through it a few times to find cocaine and always got mistaken for a dancer, though how anyone expected rhythm from his lanky limbs was beyond him. He was no good at dancing, which was why when he spied a familiar car—the most current Lincoln in pearlescent white—he strained his neck peering through the tint.
Without a doubt it was her, and Mickey’s glands salivated at the prospect of another easy two hundred dollars. The lady wasn’t bad-looking either. She had left him with a mild case of blue balls after booting him out of her car in the middle of the business district where guys like him stood out for the wrong reasons. He expected an all-night fuck in a nice hotel and maybe a shower, but complained not about the cash in hand.
The rabbits on the corner perked at the sight of money, which made his strut to her car even more delicious. She came back for a piece, and he would deliver.
Once he closed the door, she drove off quickly while he ogled her behind the wheel.
“I knew you’d be back for me, mistress,” said Mickey.
“How was your week?” She asked.
“It was fine,” he chuckled. “Yours?”
Mickey poked his tongue out, swiping the dryness from his bottom lip, nodding. “Very cool. So, you gonna take me somewhere and dump me again, or is it game on tonight?”
She shook her head and sighed. “Yeah, it’s game on, if you’ll agree to what I want.”
“Ma’am, if you’d pay me two hundred to ride with you for five minutes, I reckon there’s not much I wouldn’t do for you.”
Finally, a real smile greeted him. He decided he liked her after registering the brilliance of her face. It might have had a little to do with the fancy car and nice clothes, but even without those things, she wasn’t unpleasant company.
“First, I’d like to thank you for being honest with me. I don’t think you’re a junkie, but that doesn’t mean I trust you yet.”
“These things are kinda built on trust, right? So, what can I do to gain your faith?” Mickey slid his hand up her thigh. She allowed it, and he massaged her skin through her pantyhose.
“First, you need to answer a few more questions,” she told Mickey.
“When was the last time you got tested?”
“Two weeks ago. Cross my heart,” he said.
“And, you said you’re a felon. Does that have anything to do with being a thief?”
“No, ma’am. Drug-trafficking. Jee, would you like a background check?”
“Ideally, yes. But time is of the essence.”
Mickey snorted. “Then what’re all the questions for, mama? Let’s just fuck.”
“Not here,” she clenched her legs to delay his wandering fingers. “At my house. And I’m not finished. How big is your dick? Be honest.”
Mickey bit his bottom lip, leaned against the backrest and pushed his groin out, grabbing all that he could in his massive grip. “Oh, I’m a big boy.”
“I believe you,” she said, biting back her excitement. “If I take you to my house, do you promise not to steal anything, or tell anyone what you might see?”
“If it makes you comfy, I’ll let you blindfold me first. You have my guaranteed discretion.”
“All right,” she nodded. “next question, are you okay with my husband watching?”
“You have a husband?” Mickey hollered. “And he’s not tapping that ass?”
Mickey lost the fiery smoulder in her eyes with his comment. She sighed heavily. “You haven’t been in this business long, have you?”
He shrugged his bare shoulders. “A few months. I stopped in the Winter, but now that it’s tolerable outside, I figured why not?”
“It’s not outlandish to have someone watch.”
“Okay then, if that’s your bag.”
“It’s not mine, per se. But it’s the only way I can get any.”
Mickey’s words jumbled on his tongue, spilling out in broken syllables until he steadied himself. “Do I want to know? No, nevermind. Scratch that. I definitely don’t want to know.”
“Good. It’s best you don’t. Now, I can’t have you running your smart-ass mouth before or after we’re finished. You must be obedient from the second you arrive until the second you leave. Do not speak to my husband or refer to him in any way, do you understand? Not before or during or after. As far as you’re concerned, he does not exist.”
“I’ll only have eyes for you, madame,” Mickey agreed.
“There’s one other thing... And this makes or breaks the deal for me.”
“How long is your recovery time?”
Mickey cocked an eyebrow, fiddling with the question. “Recovery time?”
“After you come... how long until you can come again?”
He snapped his fingers, his grin returning in full force. “Oh, like no time at all! I can come a dozen times in a night. Although, after the third or fourth, I don’t bust a whole lot. But I can fuck for hours.”
“Here’s the situation, and this is where the trust between you and me has to be rock-solid. I want to fuck. What we do in front of my husband won’t involve me getting what I want from you. That will have to come after.”
“There're layers to this, eh? Shit.”
“I’m sorry my situation is complicated. If you can’t handle it, I’d be happy to drop you off somewhere,” her voice rose.
“Hey, now, hey. I’m down for a challenge. I’m just saying... This is sounding a little Eyes Wide Shut. Like if I break the rules, I’m not gonna have my nuts chopped off, am I?”
“Mickey, just listen, and I promise everything will run smoothly. After we do our thing in the bedroom, I’ll take you into another room. We’ll have twenty minutes to ourselves, then you must be on your way.”
“And what do we do in those twenty minutes?” Mickey asked.
“You fuck me like your life depends on making me orgasm.”
“All right, one last question on my end. What does your husband think we’ll be doing during that precious window of time?”
Her glower fizzled out, and she chewed her lip as she took a right onto a street carved into a vast hillside. “He thinks I’ll be cleaning you up. You know, after-care and all. That was my requisite... To have time after mediating a healthy relationship with my sub.”
“With your fake sub! You just want some good ol’ fashioned cock. But you have to jump through all these weird hoops to get it? Honey... Let’s just fuck right now. I’ll give it to you so good. Then you can go home and tell him it didn’t work out.”
She chanced a look at him, flashing her eyes to the road and back to Mickey’s face. “Please, just don’t question it. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
Mickey blew out a strained breath, nodding as he pretended to weigh the pros and cons. “Okay, honey. I’ll play your funny little game if it gets me pussy and paid.”
