Jon Story

I came back to reality as she took me in her mouth. She started with a
quick tempo, and didn't change it. I had had blowjobs from hookers before,
and I realized that's exactly what I was getting. There was no finesse, no
attempt to make me enjoy it. I looked down at her bobbing head, and noticed
that her dark roots were showing. She wasn't a real blonde. I wondered if
she was even a real T-girl.
I reached down to feel her tits and she at least obliged with that. She
slid one of her shoulder straps off and worked the boob up, out of the
dress. It looked like a boob at least. Sure as hell didn't feel like one.
It was hard and almost perfectly round. As my fingers tried to caress it, I
tried to find the nipple. It was higher than it should have been, almost on
top, pointing straight up. I leaned over to get a better grip, and I found
the scar. It was an implant, and it probably wasn't more than a month old.
My touching the scar touched something in her. Tonya stopped her
piston-like, mechanical blowjob, and pushed me back, gently but firmly. She
stood up and looked at me with a practiced smile. "Thanks Tony, you were
great." Her lipstick wasn't even smeared. Without another word, she walked
out the door, pushing her tit back in her dress.

I stood there flabbergasted for a moment, trying to get my bearings. Here
I was, expecting an epiphany of some sort, or at least a night of hot
fucking, but all I got was a bad overpriced blowjob. Only the sound of a
giggle from the door woke me back to reality. I was standing by the bed,
with my now limp dick hanging out, covered in a rapidly drying out condom.
I pulled the rubber off, and flung it in a corner wastebasket. I didn't
even want to think about how many others like it were in there already. I
zipped up and went back downstairs. I wasn't ready to leave yet. I hadn't
found what I came for yet. But since I didn't know where to look, or what
exactly I was looking for, I sat down at an empty table. The bar had filled
up some in the 5-10 minutes I was upstairs. Now there were 8 guys and 8
girls scattered across the room. 5 girls still sat at the doorway, and as I
watched, the door opened, 2 guys came in, and 2 girls jumped up to escort
them to a booth near me.