The dim lights of the shopfront, cast downwards onto the cobbled street, appeared almost dreamlike. Obviously they weren’t electric, nobody could afford electricity anymore, but they had the illusion of originating in the glowing bulbs he remembered from his childhood. Hastily, he moved across the empty road. He saw no cars, nor did he expect to; nobody had any need to travel long distances anymore, what with such strict travel regulations across the city it was not worth your while to leave your own block.
The door opened with a jingle of bells, and a man dressed in a red robe approached him. He had learnt to fear those robes long ago, the gold trims embezzled with diamond eagles sent chills down his spine. This wasn’t right, the man in the office hadn’t mentioned anything about beurocrats being in the place. In the candle-light the man’s face seemed gaunt and void of life. He lifted one hand up, and two other men in uniforms of the same red came forth from the dark. They had submachine guns held across their chests, and he had no doubt that they would use them. The door was his only option, but if he ran he would surely be gunned down. The men in uniforms took him by the arms, and led him to the back of the shop, the man in the robe watching from the door with a cigarette in hand.
The uniformed men dropped him in the back room, and then left him there. From the dark he heard a short, feminin, cough. Could this be the whore he had been recommended to find? Cautiously he reached out a hand, and it was quickly grasped by a much thinner one. The nails were an exquisite red, he wondered how she’d found the polish, or if she’d made it herself. Slowly a curtain of blonde hair revealed itself from the dark, underneath was an exquisite face. Her skin was pale, her lips full, and her eyes a beautiful green. She took his fingers in her mouth, and he felt her soft tounge massage his skin. The pressure of her sucking was brilliant, and he wondered what it would feel like on other areas. She leaned forwards further into the light, showing him her perfect breasts that hung from her chests like two succulent fruits. He reached out his other hand and cupped one in it. It was wonderfully soft and malleable. He felt her giggling with his fingers in her mouth, and so began to move his hand down along her stomach. She moved fully into the light now, her figure was slim but wide around the rear. Her pubes were neat and trimmed to resemble a heart. Her vulva was not saggy or open, but didn’t look to be tight either. He moved his hand downwards, and parted it between two of his fingers. With a third he began to make oval motions on her clit, which evoaced seductive moans from her lips.
She took his hand out of her mouth, and lowered her head down to his crotch. With her teeth, she unzipped his flies and allowed his penis to slap her in the face. With him still working away on her pussy, she took his dick in her mouth. Up and down she moved, twisting and slurping at the same time. Her tongue massaged his urethrae as she twisted. As he felt extercy flow through him, she pulled her head up, and flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She got up on her knees, and shuffled so she was over his lap. With one hand on his cock, she lowered herself down. It was amazing to be inside her, he could feel her body contract and relax, stiffen and release, move up and down. She clearly knew what she was doing, and soon she was shaking with orgasmic release.
The contractions of her vagina around his penis quickly brought him to orgasm, and soon the great pressure that had been building was suddenly released inside her. She lay back, his semen and her fluids leaking out of her onto the floor.
“I… Don’t… Usually do that with… Clients.” She said breathlessly, “But… This might be my… Last chance.”
“I doubt we’ll have to worry about pregnancy, the beurocrat outside won’t leave us alive long enough for that.”
“He shot all the other girls, right where they were on their clients. He ordered for the clients to be shot as well.”
“It wasn’t a good day for me to finally take the risk, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t. You’d have been better off staying in your apartment.”
“Better to live for a day as a lion than a life as a mouse.”
“Try telling that to the corpses on the shop floor.”
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