A NIGHT IN THE CRIB 

As it had been Ann's first night at the House, she had
joined the list as an ordinary working girl.  Although
it had not been necessary, she had wanted to get a
feeling for the clientele.  She had been the fifth girl
available after the House opened its doors that
evening.  She had been standing near the door, sipping
on her favorite drink, a johimbe cocktail, when the
miner had walked in.  He had looked her over, felt her
breasts and ass, and said, "You'll do."

She had nodded, downed the rest of her cocktail, taken
his hand, turned and walked into the corridor leading
to the cribs.  She had no idea whether the johimbe was
any good, but in her line of business, she was always
on the lookout for aids that would prep her body for
the night's work.  She chose a door with a green glow
from the room number, inserted her key card and heard
the lock click open.  A light pressure and the door
swung open.  Once inside, she turned with a smile,
pivoting on her heel, hands extended to the sides, and
asked, "Will this do?"

Barely looking around, the man nodded impatiently and
said, "Let's get it on, babe."

"Just a minute, lover," she said and turned around to
face the washbasin.  She stifled a frown and hoped the
johimbe would cut in soon.  Talk about a man in a
hurry.  She plucked a small jar from a nearby shelf,
stuffed her left middle finger into it and withdrew a
gob of jelly.  Pulling up the front her skirt with her
right hand, she lifted the front panel of her thong
with her left index and ring fingers, and quickly and
expertly smeared the jelly deeply inside her slit. 
That done, she turned around to face the man,
unfastened the waistband and opened the front of his
trousers.  Deftly, she fished his hardening prick
through the front opening in his underpants.

She forced a smile and tried to sound enthusiastic,
"That looks very nice."

Ann turned and plucked a small packet from the shelf. 
Quickly she tore it open, pulled the condom out,
slipped it into her mouth, knelt at his feet and then
expertly slipped it over the man's nearly erect cock,
ensuring that it fit well.  A lick and then a second 
one and she backed off.  She could tell he was close 
to coming.  "My, my, my.  I believe that's ready and
waiting for my cunt."

Standing up, she poked two fingers into the jar on the
shelf, withdrew another gob of jelly, and swiftly
smeared it over the condom.  She gave another smile to
the man, then turned to face the wash basin.  She bent
forward, placed her hands on either side of the sink,
spread her feet about half a meter apart, looked at the
man in the mirror, smiled once more and said, "I'm
ready."

Ann felt him lift her skirt and softly, slowly run his
warming hands over her ass cheeks.  In the mirror, she
could see the intense concentration on his face.  He
needed encouragement; she turned her head slightly and
lied, "That feels so good."

She felt the man grab the strap of her thong and heard
him tear it loose from the waist band.  She wiggled her
hips to allow the crotch of the garment to come loose
from between her legs and drop away.  Again she spoke
to the man, "Do you like what you see?"

"Oh god, yes!" she heard from behind her back, then
felt the man's fingers between her legs, touching,
feeling around her slit and asshole.  She hoped he had
no designs on her asshole, but reminded him, "You know,
that's an extra hundred fifty credits to bugger me. 
And only after you lube me up."

"I only want to feel your ass crack there" was the curt
response she heard before she felt a finger slip up her
slit and tentatively enter her cunt.  After several
seconds of feeling her up, he pulled his finger out,
only to re-enter her with two fingers.  He seemed to be
feeling for something.  Could he be trying for her G-
spot?  She faked it with a shudder and moaned, "Oh yes! 
Oh jeezes, yes!"

Another sound.  She heard the man shuffle his feet
closer to her.  She felt him spread the lips of her
cunt and then felt him run his condom-covered cock up
and down the crack of her ass, finally resting it at
the opening of her cunt.  What was he waiting for?  An
invitation?

"Come on, big boy, ram it in there.  Fill me up.  I'm
so hot I want you in me now."  She began to press back
against his cock.

She felt him suddenly grasp her hips, then vigorously
thrust into her.  Once, twice.  On the third time he
bottomed out, their thighs slapping together.  His cock
was not too large; in fact, it fit quite well.  She was
pleasantly surprised; it felt better than she had
expected.  Very much better.  It seemed that johimbe
worked and was kicking in.

Suddenly she wondered if she could get off with him. 
He had his cock in her cunt, starting to give her the
old in and out.  Why should he have all the fun
tonight?  Perhaps his stiffy could do her some good. 
She wondered if she could catch up, given his state of
arousal.  Why not go for it?  It was worth a try.  She
reached for her clit.  There was something he might be
willing to do for her.  "Lover, get a gob of jelly and
put your finger up my ass, would you please?"

Soon she felt a jelly-coated digit push against her
rosebud and then slip past her sphincter.  From his
first tentative moves, she wasn't certain he knew what
to do.  Nevertheless, she called out encouragement,
"Oh, yes.  Just like that."

As they established a vigorous rhythm, Ann unfastened
her jacket, her blouse, and then her bra.  She took his
free hand and pulled it to her left breast, then began
to knead her right breast on her own, all the while
abusing her clit in a desperate effort to match his
state of arousal.

She was bearing  down, hoping that the sensations of
her being fucked were sufficiently arousing:  the
slapping of a man's body against hers, the sloshing of
his cock in her now lubricating cunt, and the odors of
their mutual arousal.  However, his finger work on her
tit and inside her asshole was a bit ragged.  She would
have to do it herself.  She licked her fingers,
preparing to burrow into her hood and mash her clit.

But before she finished laving her fingers, she felt
him tense, followed by the pulsing of his cock.  He
shoved against her harder.  She clenched her teeth; he
had pinned her legs so tightly against the sink that
the pain abruptly drained her building passion.  She
bit down on her lip to keep from crying out; after all,
there were professional standards to uphold.

She had no idea how long they stood there, resting
after his climax, but finally she heard him breathe,
"Oh god!  That was so good."

She moved slightly and felt him slip out of her.  There
was one thing more to do:  she turned around, knelt
again at his feet, stripped off the condom, stuffed his
wilted cock in her mouth and licked him clean.  As she
finished that task, she heard him say, "Don't stop now,
babe.  You're damned good and the night's still young.  
Breathe some life into the dead soldier.  I want to go
up your ass."

Ann looked up at the man, studied his face, and thought
quickly.  He was willing to spend.  She wouldn't have
to shower or take out time to put up her hair again and
redo her makeup.  No need to change out of her ruined
outfit or to clean up the room for another customer. 
So she gave his cock another lick, kissed its head,
stood up, and decided to bargain.

Taking him by the hand, she led him to the couch and
said, "Make it worth my while, Jack.  And don't think I
just fell off the ore truck this morning."

The man seemed truly perplexed.  As she sat him down,
he asked, "I don't understand.  Why do you think I'm
trying to con you?"

"Let's not say you want to cheat me, but I stand to
lose if this thing of yours doesn't come back to life." 
Ann reached between his legs and very deliberately
fondled his balls in her hand. 

He inhaled sharply at the stimulation, then laughed a
nervous sounding laugh.  "Don't worry about that, babe. 
If you're half as good a cock-sucker as I think you
are, it'll be ready to go in no time." 

Ann answered slowly, seeming to study the still very
limp body part in question, "Look, Jack, I don't know
you from Adam.  And I'm not telling you I don't believe
you.  But, as you can imagine, in this business, a girl
hears all sorts of testimonials about dick.  Just so
there's no misunderstanding about this, how about fifty
credits for the resuscitation effort and, then if
that's successful, one hundred twenty-five credits to
let him in the back door?"

She looked up with what she hoped was a mischievous
look on her face.  A smile soon spread across the man's
face.  "Damned if you don't dicker good, babe!  How
about fifty and a hundred?"

She shot back, "How about fifty and one fifty?"

"Hey, what happened to fifty and a hundred twenty-
five?"

She rose to her feet, reached out and shook his hand,
saying, "Done.  Fifty and a hundred twenty-five.  Now
let me get to work.  Time's a wasting."

She pushed his knees apart, knelt before him, and
quickly had his cock and both his balls in her mouth. 
But not for long; he'd been right.  The dead soldier
quickly snapped back to life.  Soon, dressed in a jelly
covered raincoat, it went in her back door, thoroughly
enjoying itself up where the sun don't shine.