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  The Call Girl’s Stories

  Copyright 2014 by Alastair Anders.

  www.alastairanders.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual scenarios are 18 or older.

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  The Call Girl & The Chemist

  Alyce closed her umbrella and unstrapped her bag from her shoulder as she entered the side door of the Broadway Grand Hotel. Of course it would be raining the day she returned from vacation. Alyce made her way to the dressing room, where her co-worker Carole was putting on eyeliner in the mirror. Carole was tall and willowy, a contrast to Alyce, who was short and curvy and dark-haired. They’d both been call girls at the Broadway Grand for almost five years now.

  “Hey,” Alyce said, depositing her duffel bag on the counter and unzipping it.

  “Hey,” Carole said. “Welcome back, hon. How was the beach?”

  Alyce sighed. She untied the laces of her sneakers. “Seemed like all I did was sleep. I needed that time off.”

  Carole slicked burgundy lipstick across her thick, full lips. She bent low over the counter, and her tight, round ass strained in her silk underwear. “I heard you’re thinking about retiring,” she said.

  “I’m burned out,” Alyce said. She undid her belt and pulled her jeans and cotton underwear over her hips. She pulled her sweater and wireless cotton bra over her head and folded them on the chair next to her. “When I got into this business, I was really doing it for the sex, you know? They’d set you up on dates with these handsome, charming billionaires, and then you’d go upstairs and have explosive sex with them all night. The money was just a perk, back then.”

  Carole nodded. Alyce pulled out her silk La Perla panties and stepped into them. She’d had a fresh Brazilian wax the day before, and her skin had grown unused to all that sensation. She unrolled her silk thigh-high stockings and stepped into them, pulling them one at a time up her shapely legs.

  “But now, I’ll be fucking and making up grocery lists in my head, like any old housewife. It’s dress off, blow job, fucking, finger up the ass, he blows his load, and I go home.” Alyce unzipped the bag from the dry cleaners and stepped into her skin-tight blue evening dress. She adjusted the built-in push-up bra cups so that her breasts stood up high and firm. “Could you zip me up?”

  Carole took the zipper between her thumb and forefinger and drew the zipper up Alyce’s bare back. The fabric of her dress pulled tight and taut, showing off her luscious curves.

  Alyce said, “I don’t want to be one of those lie-back-and-think-of-England chicks, you know? If I can’t get my mojo back, I’ll have to find another line of work.”

  Carole laughed. “I admire how serious you are about selling pussy. So who’s your date for tonight?”

  Alyce reached for the red envelope with her name written in calligraphy on the center, and pulled out the card inside. “Some guy named Bob,” she said. “For real, Bob. He works in research and development for some pharmaceutical company.” She dropped her patent leather high heels on the floor and stepped into them, then checked her makeup and her tight updo in the mirror. “I hope this isn’t going to be one of those tricks who just wants to complain about work. I might just join in.”

  “Good luck, sister,” Carole said, swatting Alyce’s ass.

  Alyce entered the lounge, gazing around the room, over the circular leather booths and curtained corners for a man alone who would recognize her. She waved to Harold the bartender, who doubled as a bodyguard for all the girls, and he smiled back as he shook up one of his signature cucumber-basil martinis.

  Across the room, a man sitting in one of the leather booths waved to her. He was tall, curly-haired, and wore floating-frame glasses and a trendy sport coat.

  “You must be Bob,” she purred, strutting up to him. “It’s my pleasure to meet you.”

  Bob actually rose to his feet and kissed the back of Alyce’s wrist. “Hi,” he said.

  Alyce sized him up. A bit dorky, but not in an unappealing way. Big, sincere eyes. Nice smile. Nothing overtly shifty about him. Not a hint of the stammer that nerdy men often got around a sexually aggressive woman. A quiet confidence in his hands, the way he held the menu. They ordered a round of drinks, and sipped them while chatting. Alyce found him very easy to talk to – confident, funny, forthcoming.

  “I’ve been working really long hours in the lab,” he admitted.

  “Honey,” she said, tracing her fingertips along the back of his hand, “let’s not talk about work.”

  “Sure, I understand if you don’t want to hear about it. I bet you get a bunch of guys who won’t shut up about how the boss is out to get them and their wives don’t understand them.”

  Alyce smiled.

  “But I’m working on a real breakthrough,” Bob said. “Something revolutionary. Want to see?”

  Alyce raised her eyebrows.

  Bob reached into his inside jacket pocket and withdrew a small, silver-capped vial of clear liquid. He held it out to Alyce.

  “It’s a new kind of aphrodisiac,” he said.

  Alyce laughed, and Bob smiled.

  “No, I’m serious,” he went on. “It’s very refined, very pure, and without any dangerous side effects. We’ve been running clinical trials on it for about six months now, and the results are amazing. Women who’ve never had orgasms before suddenly have multiples. Girls who’ve always been really shy and reserved in bed suddenly go wild. Most of the patients are reporting their greatest sexual experiences ever. In many people, it almost seems to open up a whole other level of sexual pleasure.”

  “I have to admit, I’m curious,” Alyce said. She took the vial from Bob and turned it over in her hands, watching the clear liquid ebb and flow.

  For some reason, she thought of her first gangbang, where she had taken on four men in the penthouse suite after snorting a line of coke off a glass table. She’d tested her own limits a little, taken a small risk and tried something she’d never done before, and she’d been rewarded with one of the best fucks of her life. She remembered how she used to feel: wild and sexy and free.

  “All right,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

  Bob smiled. “You should probably empty your bladder first,” he said.

  Alyce smirked at the clinical language, but rose from the table and went to the bathroom.

  “So, how does this work?” Alyce asked.

  They had ordered a second round of drinks. Bob had decided to try one of the specialty martinis, and although Alyce usually stuck to lighter drinks when she was working, she told the waitress to make it two.

  “It’s orally ingested through a diluted medium of a few ounces of liquid,” Bob said. He popped the vial open, breaking the seal, and held it over Alyce’s drink. “Are you sure, now?”

  “Yes,” she said, licking her lips.

  Bob tipped the vial, pouring the liquid into Alyce’s martini, where it swirled in the center like an oil and then dissolved. Alyce picked up her glass.

  “Drink slowly,” Bob said.

  She touched the rim of the glass to her lips, and slowly began to drink. She swallowed small, measured mouthfuls of her drink and his potion, drawing it to the back of her throat and taking it into her stomach. Her eyes met Bob’s, and she held his gaze as she drained her glass.

  “I feel a little warm,” she said, beaming. “Is this how it starts?”

  “That’s probably the placebo effect,” Bob said. “Or the martini. Belie
ve me, when it kicks in, you’ll know.”

  “Oooh.” Alyce ran her hand up Bob’s thigh. “I like the way you talk, Bob. So what’s going to happen to me?”

  “Everyone reacts to it a little differently,” he said, his eyes glittering. “But everyone has a good time.”

  “Say I have a good time,” she said, leaning in, taking Bob’s lapel in her hand and gently pulling him close to her. “The best time of my life. What are you imagining that might look like?”

  He grinned. “That’s up to you. What would the best time of your life look like?”

  She licked her lips. “Well, I imagine we’d go upstairs, and maybe start with a nice, slow, sensual massage... and then...” She jolted in her seat. Something in the center of her vulva was moving, swelling, spreading.

  “Bob!” she gasped. “My – my clit is growing!”

  He nodded, grinning. “Sixty percent of our samples reported marked temporary clitoral swelling.”

  “Ooh.” Alyce spread her legs. Her clit grew and lengthened, emerging from beneath its hood. She could feel extra blood and tissue gathering there. Her most sensitive spot. “How big will it get?” she asked.

  “Everyone reacts differently,” he reminded her. “How does it feel? Tell me.”

  “It feels...” She struggled to find the words. “Ooh. My clit... I can feel it spreading my pussy lips apart. I’m getting so wet. It must be the size of a cherry by now... and oh, now it’s getting long.”

  She licked her lips, and continued. “I can’t wait to touch it. It’s pushing up against my panties right now... I want to take them off. I feel...” she heaved, leaning back in the booth. Her breasts felt full, and heavy, and ripe. “Bob, I really want you to touch my breasts.”

  Bob reached above their heads and pulled the leather curtain closed.

  “Oh,” Alyce moaned as his hands found her breasts and began to massage them, teasing feeling and sensation into them. With the pads of his thumbs, he began to caress her nipples through the fabric of her dress. They swelled and hardened underneath his touch, creating a highway of sensation that ran in a V down Alyce’s chest and between her legs, where her clit responded.

  “I’m getting so big,” she gasped. “Oh my god.”

  She realized that the fabric across her chest felt tight, and her nipples were straining and surging, trying to break free.

  “Bob, you naughty boy!” she cried. “Does this make my breasts bigger too?”

  “Sometimes it does,” he said, smiling up from between her breasts.

  Bob drew the spaghetti straps of her dress down from her shoulders. Slowly he licked at the edge of her dress, drawing the fabric lower and lower until one of her hard coffee-colored nipples emerged. His tongue was firm, but slippery-soft and agile, and in seconds Alyce’s nipple was tingling and sparking with sensation in his mouth. Her entire breast seemed to hum with sensation as it swelled and filled out.

  She pushed Bob back into the booth and straddled him, offering her breasts to his mouth, grinding her clit against his cock. She hadn’t expected Bob’s cock to be so huge – he was hung more like a football player, or a porn star, than a nerdy research scientist. He sucked on her nipple until she crumpled in his hands from the sensation.

  Her clit felt full now, swollen and hard enough that she could rub it against the length of Bob’s cock through his trousers. Her panties were so saturated that the slightest touch registered inside her clit, like she was wearing nothing at all.

  “Is your clit still growing?” he murmured into her hair.

  “I’m full grown, baby,” she breathed.

  “I want to see,” he said.

  She hiked up her skirt and leaned back against the edge of the table, to support herself, and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. Her pussy lips were as round and fleshy as a ripe peach, and her clit, flushed pinkish-red and pulsing, was almost the size of the cap to Alyce’s favorite red lipstick. It glistened with her fluids.

  “That’s amazing,” Bob purred. He ran his fingertip from her pussy all the way to the tip of her clit, and began to rub slow circles around its head.

  “Oh fuck!” Alyce gasped, clutching a fistful of Bob’s sport coat. The muscles inside her pussy began to contract hungrily, searching for anything that would fill them. She felt half-crazy with lust, mad enough to unzip Bob’s trousers and engulf him right here in the booth, enough to force one of the highball glasses into her cunt.

  “Bob,” she moaned, “take me upstairs and fuck me.”

  “Yeah?” he said, as he kept teasing her enormous clit.

  “Now,” she growled, grasping the lapels of his sport coat and grinding her pussy against the outline of his cock.

  They staggered to the elevators together, Bob trying to hide his erection and Alyce tugging ineffectively at the hem of her dress, trying to at least keep her bare breasts from spilling out of her dress in the middle of the lobby. She practically yanked him through the elevator doors, and he fumbled for the button to the 30th floor.

  Alyce pressed Bob back against the wall, biting at the collar of his shirt and pressing herself against his cock hungrily.

  “What if somebody else gets in?” Bob asked, trying to step back.

  “I don’t care,” she growled. “I want to fuck.” Her panties were so saturated that they were practically dissolving. If she didn’t get something up inside her pussy right this second, she was going to lose her mind.

  The doors opened, and they stumbled down the hallway. Alyce’s fingers undid Bob’s tie and the buttons to his shirt as he waved his key-card in front of the room, and the door finally let them in with a click.

  Bob had rented a room with a king-size bed covered in silk sheets, a bottle of champagne chilling on the nightstand, and a panoramic view of the city. Through the open curtains, skyscrapers and office buildings rose up all around, and some of their lit windows revealed people working late or watching TV in other hotels.

  Alyce unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor in a blue puddle at her feet. “Ah,” she sighed, running her hands through her hair, catching the knot in her French twist and pulling a few strands loose. Her breasts felt heavy and firm, and her nipples were so hard that her areolas puckered. They had grown at least a bra cup size and stood up high and firm from their sudden growth.

  Without taking off her high heels or thigh-high tights, Alyce crawled onto the bed on her elbows and knees. “Come on, Bob,” she purred, slipping one hand beneath her panties and plunging her fingers into her own wetness. “Get that cock in me. I’m ready for you.” She wiggled her ass at him, and glanced over her shoulder.

  Bob was stepping out of his socks and underwear, and his cock bounced hungrily as he staggered and caught himself against the mini-bar. He opened a condom wrapper with his teeth.

  “Come on,” Alyce moaned. She stroked her hard clit with her fingertips, and the new rush of sensation made her shudder. “Get that condom on and then come fuck me as hard as you can. I wanna feel it again.”

  Bob smirked. “I want you up against the window,” he said. “With your panties off.”

  Alyce crawled to the other side of the bed. She leaned up against the full-length window, balancing herself on top of her patent leather high heels. “Like this?” she asked Bob. She hooked her thumb under the waistband of her panties and drew them over her firm round ass. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave herself a smack. “Don’t play with me, Bob,” she groaned as she shimmied out of her panties and kicked them off. “Come here and give me that deep dicking, baby.”

  Bob grasped Alyce’s ass in both his hands, squeezing and digging his fingernails into her skin until they left white half-moons on each side of her perfect ass. Alyce pressed herself against the cool window, scrabbling at the glass. If she didn’t get fucked soon, she was going to die.

  She squealed when she felt the head of Bob’s cock exploring her deep, wet pussy folds. Her pussy flexed and squee
zed, trying to pull his entire dick inside her.

  Bob grasped Alyce’s breast in one hand and bit into her shoulder hard enough to bruise. He sank his cock in all the way up to his balls.

  Alyce screamed. She pushed back hard against Bob’s cock, grinding her hips against his, and he grasped a fistful of her hair and fucked her back hard. Her high heels were tilting her pelvis forward, and putting her at the perfect height for Bob’s cock to rub hard against her engorged G-spot with every thrust.

  Alyce babbled nonsense into the glass. She’d never had a fuck that felt this good – every time Bob slammed his cock home, she felt her body drawing into a tight knot right above her clit. His hands cupped and squeezed and massaged her breasts. She realized that the people in the office buildings all around them would be getting quite a sight: a woman pressed up against the glass, screaming as her man fucked her with all his might. “Give it to me,” she gasped. “Give it to me good.”

  Bob spanked her. Alyce jumped. Her pussy tightened involuntarily against his cock. It felt so fucking good that her clit pulsed and jerked like a tiny cock.

  “Do it again!” she breathed.

  Bob smacked her ass as he fucked her, faster and harder with every stroke.

  “Again – again – again!” she howled into the glass.

  Everything inside her was tightening up, drawing into the knot deep in her pussy. Alyce pushed back against Bob’s cock, screaming for him to fuck her faster, harder, now. She could feel that she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life. “Bob, make me cum!” she screamed back to him.

  Bob reached around Alyce’s hips and began to rub her clit. Alyce shrieked as he rolled it between his fingers, pulling it and pressing it. Oh yes, he was definitely going to push her over the edge.

  “Are you ready for me?” Alyce gasped. Her clit pulled back, and she felt the first deep-body pulse of her orgasm. “Here I cum!” she cried.

  “Aaaah!” Alyce screamed. Her breasts shook as she shuddered. Her body reacted in a way she’d never felt before: her pussy and her urethra and her womb all bore down, and a hot jet of liquid shot out of her.