My First Love is a Whore

Christopher

"Goodbye, sir!"

That is the second time I heard that, and it still does not make sense to me.

"Sir!" Rita said again, but it sounded more like yelling.

I lifted my left hand from my table to check the time from my Graff Diamond's Hallucination wristwatch.

"It's 3:15 pm," I asked, surprised she was leaving that early.

"It is Friday, sir," Rita responded with a frown boldly engraved on her face. She has to remind me all the time.

"Oh! It's Friday!"

I hate Fridays. It reminds me of how miserable my life is outside work. I will have to endure the horrible weekend again until I resume living on Monday morning.

"I'm leaving, sir," The tiny voice echoes continuously in my ears.

I wonder why she still works with me if she hates me so much already. I don't blame her. I would hate myself if I were in her shoes. This is the hundred and one times I would be ignoring her. And sometimes, it is intentional.

"And what did we say about knocking, Rita?" I stared directly into her big eyeballs.

"I did, sir. I came in after knocking several times with no response."

I bet she did. I must have been engrossed in what I was doing that I did not hear her knock. With me, however, that is not enough justification. I wouldn't say I like an intrusion, and she knows that. I don't particularly appreciate seeing her around, either.

Rita is a lovely girl and a diligent secretary. Left to me, she would not be working with me but for business purposes.

She has been a lot of help since my assistant employed her. He had to relieve himself of so much burden I put on him. But his reason for hiring a female secretary was purely economic.

Every man loves a round, curvy, robust, fair, beautiful lady except me. I don't like women. I have never been attracted to them. No man would after meeting my mother.

Dr. Martins suffered greatly at the hands of my mother. It seemed like an endless battle until frustration set in and robbed him of his life. He does not deserve that. So does any man.

"Sir," I heard the tiny voice again.

I just did it again. Rita has been standing by the door waiting for me to approve her leaving.

"You can leave" I tried to hide my guilt from reflecting in my tone.

"Thank you, sir," she said with a smile.

I did not see her face, but I'm very sure she smiled. She does that all the time. I don't know if she was trained to smile always or if it is just her person to smile even in distress.

My heart skipped a second when she slammed the door. Something has to take in her aggression, and this time it was the door.

Other guys at the company treat her well. Sometimes I hear her laughter from my office. She must be so uncomfortable around me. But guess what? I don't care.

For now, I just want to enjoy the remaining hours of my good days. As usual, it is going to be a long, horrible weekend. Unless something incredible happens, and it hasn't in thirteen years.

I got home late as usual, but this Friday night, I was extremely tired. My assistant had prepared a warm bath for me before he left. As long as I have him in my life, I do not need a woman.

Ever since his wife was delivered of a baby boy, I released him earlier than before. I am a workaholic, but he is sure not.

With the towel wrapped around my waist and my hair dripping with water, I walked over to the center table in my room. My phone had been ringing before I entered the bathroom.

I knew who it was, so I did not care to check. It is Friday night, and I should be out with the boys – men, actually. I would be, anyways.

They were not calling because they wanted me there. I am a fun killer, so they say. I believe so too.

They need me there. They need my money. Who would pay for all the expensive alcohol, the exclusive space at the five stars club, and the prostitutes they take home without feeling it in his account: no other person but me.

I can not deny them that benefit. Even though I knew they were friends with my money, not me. At least I call them friends, and we club every Friday. That is the lie I tell myself whenever I think of how miserable my life is. My social life especially.

I put the phone to my ear, and I answered immediately without waiting for the person on the other line to say a word.

"I will be out in an hour."

That's right. Another impeccable attribute I've got is time consciousness. I keep to time all the time.

I would be out in sixty minutes like I said, and that countdown begins now.

In fifteen minutes, I was completely dressed in a fitted black gean and a blue polo shirt on blue sneakers designed with a touch of blue. I lack a lot of things but definitely not a sense of fashion.

The club is twenty-five minutes from my house, and I've got fifteen minutes to have my dinner and five minutes for tidying up.

Immediately I got to the dining table; I knew something was wrong just by the arrangement.

I sat down nonetheless. I've got no extra time to investigate my curiosity.

However, when I opened the containers on the table and realized the content, I became alarmed.

"Lobster?" My chef would never serve me lobsters.

"George" I yelled.

My gaze met a strange face coming out of my kitchen in my apron.

"What the hell!" I murmured under my breath before I began to question the stranger in my home.

"Who are you," I asked, demanding a response immediately. My expression gave him a hint.

"Jack, sir! I'm the new chef, sir!" He trembles.

"And where is George?" I asked again.

"I'm not sure who that is, but I guess it is the former chef. He was fired this morning, sir."

"Oh, Darren," I whispered. George was my favorite in the house, but if my assistant had dismissed him, he must have done something terrible. I trust his judgment.

But he should have done his job well. This new chef needs orientation.

Of all the things I hate, lobster is the lead. I hate it more than women. My father loves it more than he loves my mom.

I stood up without saying one more word. If there is something to say, it is definitely not to him but Darren.

Eating out is not my hobby. Which means I would be skipping dinner. It is the first in many years. Is that a sign this Friday night would be different? I scoffed at the thought as I grabbed my car key.

It's time to go.

Christopher

I got to the club five minutes earlier. I was surprised. My friends are not waiting for me at the bar as usual.

Was I too early?

I called one of them – the closest to me to know their whereabouts.

"What?"

One has paid for the pass, and they are waiting for me in the club. First of its kind. He got a new car, and to celebrate it, the bills this Friday is on him. Not all the bills, though.

A special Friday night, indeed!

It made me smile. It has been a long time since I smiled outside my office.

I was still smiling, waving my key as I walked to the exclusive room.

That is when I saw her!

She's got long black hair almost reaching her waist. She was wearing the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots.

The most beautiful woman I have ever met or maybe noticed. She is not really dancing yet, but I knew she was a stripper. We have them around every Friday night. One of the things we get for paying for the VIP room at the club. However, not one of these strippers has ever got my attention.

I did not realize I had stopped halfway when I saw her until my friend dragged me by the arm.

"Common man, you don't have what it takes to satisfy her."

I was embarrassed. I had never thought I would be caught up in a situation like this. Not with my friends who think I am impotent. I was beginning to believe that too as I had never found any woman attractive until this night when my subconscious told me this stripper was beautiful.

I greeted my friends, and I sat down on the couch with one of them. Not that I was usually cheerful with them, but I was embarrassed, and that changed my mood.

As I sat down, I hurriedly searched for the girl. My eyes met her gaze almost immediately. She smiled, and that sent a shiver down my body.

"What the hell!" I mumbled and looked away immediately.

To distract myself, I grabbed a cup and then signaled to my friend sitting next to me to pass me the bottle of vodka.

"It is a Billionaire Vodka" I'm sure a cup would erase the thought of this sexy striper right away.

Did I just say sexy? Hilarious.

I buried my eyes in my phone as I gently sipped my alcohol. I was determined not to look at the stripper again.

That was deceit. My friends suddenly cheered, and before I knew what was happening, my eyes were already glued to the striper's sexy body.

The shirt is gone, and I can see through her body from the black bikini bra. Her boobs are huge, yet they fit right well on her chest.

I felt a bulge between my legs and immediately knew what that was. Little Chris saw the body, too, and it waved to say, "I want that."

Damn! I have never had an erection because of a woman. This woman right here has a strong hold on me, and there seems to be no way out.

I wanted to stand from the couch and leave the club immediately, but my legs were so heavy, and the dude in between my legs continued to struggle for acknowledgment.

My breadth ceased for a few seconds when I saw the girl walking towards me. I prayed earnestly that she passed me by. That was the longest I have prayed since I turned eighteen.

God must be angry. He did not answer the prayer. The girl walked over to me and was on her toes immediately. I felt all she needed was a tip. I've seen my friends do that countless times. I took out my wallet and dropped a hundred-dollar note on the floor beside her.

My friends reacted with disgust. I knew they would be. I ought to drop the tip on the stripper's body, but I can't.

As if the girl's brain functioned in the opposite direction, she saw the tip as a sign that I was enjoying her show. She removed the tiny jean to reveal her behind. She has an incredible ass. Her thong was hiding in between her butt cheeks.

Geez! Little Chris will not stop protesting. Before I could say or do anything, she was already riding the massive being down there. The bastard could not say no. It chose a woman over me and was reacting in pleasure.

I was carried away with pleasure when she suddenly stopped. My erection was visible, and my friends cheered. I watched the girl walk away from me and into the green room.

My friends continued to cheer. They want me to go after her. That was what the girl wanted too. I've seen the routine with my friends. The club management allowed sex for their exclusive members.

At the moment, other exclusive clubbers have joined in the cheering. They won't stop, so I stood up. The cheers became louder. They all could see my erection. It was a walk of shame, but I did it anyway. The noise subsided when I entered the green room.

Kate

I started to strut down the stage as my song was blasting in the background. To be honest, being a stripper is fun at first, but I have been performing the same act four nights a week for almost a year. It is starting to grow monotonous.

I still get excited about being in front of a lot of men because I enjoy flaunting my body. I enjoy watching their wide-eyed reactions as I spread my legs or squat down directly in front of them with only a g-string or a crotchless g-string covering my waxed, wet pussy lips and swollen clit.

When I initially began stripping, I used to have a problem because, despite being as dry as a bone when I started my act, after two minutes of stripping, grinding the pole, and staring into those hungry eyes, I couldn't resist feeling wet and hot as hell.

What I typically do is seek a man in my audience who is "more" decent-looking and make eye contact with him. I'd be concentrating primarily on him for the remainder of my performance. As soon as I'm done, I'd instruct the bouncer to tell the guy to enter the changing room

Strippers are not allowed to have sex with clubbers in the non-exclusive sections. Usually, we would go to his or my home. My roommate does not mind. She works at the club as a stripper and does that too.

I'm aware that this sounds risky, but the excitement of not knowing what will happen always makes me even more eager.

It is my first night performing in the exclusive room. The manager said I had been promoted. It is my first night in that section, and it has to be perfect. I chose my song. I wore the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat, and brown leather boots.

When I came out, my eyes quickly searched for a guy. The exclusive room was a full house, more than I had expected. There were lots of handsome men sitting around the stage, leering at me, and this time, instead of picking my guy for the night, I turned my face from them. There are too many of them.

I continued to dance around the pole again as I searched the room for my guy when I saw him walk in.

Shit! The man in his early thirties, as I presumed, is handsome. The black jean and blue polo fitted his talk, vascular body perfectly.

"That is my guy for the night," I concluded.

Kate

I went to the side of the stage and unbuttoned my shirt. I threw the shirt at the men and grabbed the pole, jumped on it, and started grindin' my crotch. Sometimes I would cup my 36c tits and sandwich the pole between them and then squat down.

I was feeling horny by the minute. I felt the cool breeze against my naked skin. It is time to make a move. I watched as his expression changed when I walked toward him. He seems frozen for a while.

I stood in front of him with my legs open, unbuttoned the jeans, pulled down the zipper, and hooked my thumbs on the waistline. I went to my toes and looked back at him. I'm sure he could see my black thong by now, glittering under the light.

I could feel the spotlight zeroing in on my pussy and making me even hotter. I peeled my shorts, wiggling my ass in the process. I got a loud cheer! I was not expecting him to tip me, but I saw a hundred-dollar note drop to the floor.

Whatever that means, there is no going back. First, I covered my ass with my left hand and slowly exposed my asshole to him. I got some loud cheers, and I sat down immediately, grinding him.

I could feel his erection, and that turned me on. The cool air conditioner mixed with the hot spotlights made me feel brazen. I've got some goosebumps now. I'm not sure whether it was because of the cool air or the pleasure I got from his erect cock. Strangely enough, up until now, I haven't seen a guy who took my fancy, and I'm not even picky!

I wanted more, so I stood and went to the green room. I hoped he would show up, but if he did not, I could always go down on the bouncer. We have done that a couple of times. This time, it won't be a biggie.

Christopher

As I stood at the door waiting to be let in, several thoughts crossed my mind. I knew what I was doing. I knew it was my cue to leave the club, but I did not. I have never felt this way before. I have never gone after a woman before.

I turned back to leave but realized the number of eyes on me. "What the hell is wrong with these men," I thought. I should go in there and have a conversation with the girl. A couple of dollars would do. It will put these men off my back, and I'm sure my friends would change their minds about my impotence.

The door opened, and a bouncer let me in. I quickly scan through the room. There is a bed, not large but big enough for people to get smashed.

The girl is on the edge of the bed. She lay down flat on the bed, with her legs facing me; she lifted both her legs high up in the air and opened them slowly as wide as they could go. Her hands held her thighs open. She put her feet flat on the bed, so now her knees were bent, but her legs were still open.

"Holy mother of Jesus!" I screamed. I did not know what to do. I intended to talk the flirt over, give her some amount of money and get out of there. Now I just stood right at the center of the room and watched.

I could see her private part from her transparent black thong. Her left hand mauled her tits as she played with he pussy with her right hand.

"How long do you intend to stand there?" She asked.

Her words brought me back to life. It was thick but sexy.

Shit! I was drooling. The stripper's body and moves are driving me insane. I could not control my body anymore. I grabbed the now-massive Chris.

"Please, do not betray me." I pleaded in my head.

As if the girl heard what I said, she stood up from the bed and walked to the center of the room where I stood. She looked right into my eyes. Her eyeballs are green and beautiful. They shine like there is a sparkle in them. I did not protest, so she went on her knees.

I'll keep my mouth open so you can get some of that jizz on my tongue, too," she tells me with a lewd wink, leaving her mouth hanging open.

Jeez, she knew I was going to jack off. I have done that a couple of times. Could you not ask me how I learned that? I am a man, and some things just come to you naturally.

I began to masturbate furiously, jacking off at the sight of the pretty stripper's firm bust. Her large boobs make my dick throb as I stroke for the grinning slut, who is pretty much completely delighted and ecstatic at being overwhelmed by my big, fat cock. I tug my length, intent on decorating her features and glazing the beauty queen in a massive bukkake.

The girl must have felt cheeky because she leans over to kiss my cockhead, placing her lips on my dick. Then she begin to suck it off, giving me expert fellatio for a minute to bring me close.

Eventually, it becomes too much, and I grunt loudly before ejaculating on her face. My dick throb, unleashing multiple loads on the girl at once. It has been ages, and I have never done that with a woman before.

I spurt directly into the girl's forehead. Some landed over her glossy hair. The remaining coat her rosy cheeks, splattering against her perfect skin with my creamy liquid, before directing the rest of my loads into her waiting mouth. Within seconds, her entire face is glazed.

"Now that I have pleased you, would you like to return the favor because somebody needs plenty of attention" The girl finally found her voice?

I could not say no. The feeling was incredible. I want more. My disgust for women can wait. Tonight is for my body, little Chris especially. I looked around the room. I do not feel comfortable here. This is not a nice place to have my first sex. But I do not know if she would like to get out of here.

"Your place or mine?" She asked.

Fuck! She is a mind reader. My place definitely.

"Mine," I said.

I waited for her to put on something. Her clothes were still lying helplessly on the ground in the exclusive room. She grabbed a kimono. It is more like a robe, but it covers her half-naked body.

I was expecting another loud cheer when I came out of the room but was disappointed. My friends are now busy with different women. I gestured that she could go on as I walked to the bouncer. I need to make payment for tge drinks, and the bartender is nowhere to be found.

Anxiety has taken over me. I was already growing impatient before the bartender came to attend to me. I hurried out of the club, and I drove her home.

All the while, my cock was still standing strong. I guess it was because she would not keep her hands off it, even while I was driving.