The Adventures of Capt. Save-A-Ho [MF][blow job]

Daniel Wild sat behind the wheel of his Escalade, passing the time on his phone as he waited for his client to finish her business. Fraternity row was somewhat quiet for a Friday night with the occasional drunken pod of female co-eds woo-hooing as they staggered past his car to their sorority houses. The thirty year old driver and personal security guard was scrolling through a hook-up app, looking at bikini and head shots of L.A. women, when his screen dimmed and a ‘911’ from Shelly popped up on his phone. Dan straightened up quick. He took the black jack from his glove compartment and slipped it in his pocket before getting out of the SUV.

Dan made an intimidating figure as he crossed the street to the frat house. A former college football player and gym rat, this former strip club bouncer knows how to take care of a customer who won’t take ‘no’ from a girl. His bulging guns for arms flexed under his white button down shirt and his thin black tie flapped a bit as he walked up to the frat house’s front door. He pounded on the door with his meaty fist. A frat boy holding a beer opened the door. The frat boy’s arrogance dissipated as he looked up at six foot two Dan like a kitten looking up at a Rottweiler.

In his most menacing voice, Dan said, “The party’s over. I’m here for the girl.”

He peered over the dude’s shoulders to see his frat brothers staring their way. He stepped into the doorway.

“I’m here for the girl.”

Upon hearing his voice, a door flung open and Shelley, a.k.a. Candy Apples, emerged from a bathroom. The frat brothers said nothing as she knifed through the crowd towards the front door as Dan mean mugged the frat brothers. The busty dyed blonde walked past Dan before he began to back away from the front door.

“Have a pleasant evening, gentlemen,” he said before backing away.

Shelly closed the back passenger side door before he could open it for her so he climbed into the drivers’ side and started the ignition. He left the frat boys milling about on their porch with red cups in their hands.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“What happened?”

She’d pulled out her mirror, checking her appearance as she spoke.

She said, “It started out good. I danced, did my trick with ping pong balls and when they asked if I’d give them a blow job, I told them that would be one hundred fifty dollars extra. And they’re like ‘for all of us?’ and I’m like, ‘no, per person.’ So they pony up some money for the virgin and then they ask if they can watch and I tell them no. That’s when they started getting all pissed off and crowding me, so I told them I had to use the bathroom and called you. Thanks, Dan.”

“Yeah, no sweat.”

He drove to her apartment in West Hollywood, pulling up to the building’s front door.

He said, “That’ll be sixty dollars.”

“Would you accept trade? I need all my money. The rent is due.”

Dan was horny.

He said, “Give me head and a twenty for gas and we’ll call it even.”

“Deal.”

He got out and rounded the car, getting into the backseat. She unzipped his pants and sucked him. Her velvety tongue caressed the top of his head before undulating under his shaft.

“Damn, you’re good,” he said, sinking comfortably into the leather seats.

Her hand skillfully played with his balls as her head bobbed up and down. Her slurping was such a turn on to him as she licked the head of his dick before going down on him again.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he said.

Her hand furiously jerked him off. His loaded blasted up, hitting her face as she stuck out her tongue to catch a few spurts of white. His head was thrown back against the seats as Shelley gathered her bag. She pressed a twenty dollar bill in his hand.

“Thanks, Dan.”

“You have good night.”

She climbed out of the car, leaving him in an afterglow in his back seat. His head lolled over to make sure she entered the apartment’s gated entrance before he closed his eyes again. After a few minutes, he zipped up his pants and returned to the driver’s seat and drove to his apartment in West Hollywood. Dan popped open a beer and turned on the TV, noting the late hour of three a.m. He had no other bookings and hopefully he won’t get a call from a stranded girl in distress. After all he promised his clients twenty four hour service. He’s always on call.

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