《After Dark》Chapter 10*
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William and his men congregated in a questionable establishment. The girls of the said establishment fought to entertain the men, trying to decipher who would be willing to pay up. Some girls put on a little show for them, stripping their clothes for male delight. They drank it all in watching as they poked various fleshy and pale body parts in their field of vision.
The men lounged on gauche furniture from the prior century. The decor strained to make the place seem high class, when in reality it couldn't be far from it. Jack was especially bashful as a young thing from Peru found her way to his lap. Bunny and Connor clapped as the girl whispered something in Jack's ear.
"I'll pay for it." Bunny offered, assuming that Jack wanted to take a trip with the girl in question. Bunny himself has paid for many delightful experiences.
But Connor nudged Bunny.
"He shouldn't be laying with these girls." Connor objected, causing the girl who sat right across from him to screw up her face. She lounged on Jack's lap like a pixie, her bare skin on his pants.
"The girls here are clean." The girl shouted over the crowd. "Nothing will happen if he lets go of his inhibitions."
"I'd very much like to do that." Jack said quickly as his face became a bright red. The girl smiled, gripping onto his chin at his bashful nature.
"It's not save, kid. Listen, I served in the war. And I promise you, it's not worth it." Connor advised.
"Yeah, so did I and I was fine." Bunny interjected. Connor cocked his head to the side, wondering exactly what the hell Bunny was talking about.
"Bunny, you never served in the war." Connor objected. "The only thing you've served at is White Castle."
"Come on! We all got thrown into that war." Bunny argued. And while that may have been true for most, it wasn't exactly the case for Bunny.
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"And you didn't meet the height requirement." Connor swiped above Bunny's head, causing Bunny to swipe through his wavy hair defensively.
"You know what? Damn you! Damn you to hell!" Bunny shouted.
"I guess that's the only way I'd be as low as you." Connor answered back. Everyone within earshot laughed. Even the Peruvian girl in Jack's lap giggled at the exchange, causing Bunny to become even more embarrassed.
"Can you all cut it out?" William asked the men. Connor lifted his hands up and leaned back into his seat. Then gladly welcomed a nude girl who walked over to him and placed herself into his lap.
Bunny took out a large wad of money, counting it all in front of everyone. Surrounding girls began looking to Bunny's cash as well. He handed Jack a large sum of money as if he were a big shot. "Enjoy."
Jack looked to William, almost to see if it was okay to take it. William gave a look of disapproval to his cousin, but didn't feel like he still had the liberties to tell him no. Jack slowly took the money, and counted it in front of him with his arms wrapped around the girl. He whispered to her, and she nodded. The two of them disappeared upstairs together.
The Madame of the house approached from behind the couch. She tapped on William's shoulder and bent over. "Are you William McGill?"
"Yes I am." William flashed a smile, his pride being wrapped up in his street cred. Connor rolled his eyes beside William, wiping his face as he tried to hide his grin.
"You seem to have a call on the telephone." The Madame informed. "And it seems urgent."
William figured it was for business, so he stood up and followed the Madame as she led him to the telephone. As he walked through the crowd, many girls reached out and touched on him, hoping to get his attention. Around the phone even more girls congregated, trying to get his attention.
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"Leave him be." The Madame reprimanded. "There's many other men, occupy yourselves with them."
As William picked up the phone, he couldn't have known that Jack was in the room exactly above his head. There, Jack and the girl hadn't done a single thing. They sat on the edge of the bed side by side. He'd already removed his clothing, wearing only his boxer shorts. She was entirely nude. And yet, they chatted about sports, then about music, and about how expensive televisions were and how it'd be swell to have one.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" The girl asked.
Jack was embarrassed that she recognized his demeanor. "I guess you could say so. I've never done anything like this before."
"It's fine. There's guys like this all the time. Usually they're a bit younger than you, though." The girl bluntly said. Jack looked at her, and she realized how she sounded. "I didn't mean—"
"No, no, it's fine. I know many fellas are ahead of me." Jack agreed and she laughed a bit. Then she placed a hand on his thigh.
"You know, it doesn't have to be that way." She told him. "You've paid me, we're here. All you have to do is give in."
"I just wish I could do something for you. Just leading into this is just..." Jack reached out and held her hand. "Maybe we can catch a reel. There's a few soundies playing nearby. I heard Old San Francisco is a hoot."
"I'm not allowed to speak to clients unless it's for a transaction." The girl told him.
"Well can I at least know your name?" Jack asked.
"None of that is needed." She stood up from where she sat and stepped in front of him. She placed both hands on his shoulders, then lightly ran them down his chest. "All you need is to relax."
Jack looked down between them to find an erection in his boxer shorts. She reached out a hand. "May I?"
He led her hand to his erection. Slowly she stroked him through his shorts, causing a swirl of sensations. He choked up as he tried to compose himself. She tugged at his shorts so that his erection sprang free. It was tall and pink, it matched his bashful cheeks. Getting on her knees in front of where he sat, she slipped his cock into her mouth. He bucked his hips up at the sudden sensation. Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth sucking him deeper in each time. Then she lowered her lips to his balls, licking and sucking them before lifting them. Her tongue traveled to rim him, causing him to pant. As it swirled around his hole, she stroked his cock. Then she returned his erection into her mouth, further sucking him off.
It wasn't long before he tried to lift her head from it, but she refused to remove it from her mouth. She took in all of his cream and swallowed. Then she stood up and laid in the bed.
Jack, although still shy, was pleasantly surprised. Now, he wanted more. He still sat on the edge of the bed while she laid down behind him. He could hardly fathom what just occurred. "It's just like that?"
"Just like that." She said.
"Can I get more?" Jack asked.
"You surely paid for it." She answered.
"Alright, I'll be ready in a few moments."
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