My co-worker and I were out on a binge night; we’d been saving all of our tips in order to score some really good shit. But after dancing, drinking, and even playing some slots…we were out of cash. We were walking out of a casino when we heard a guy call after us. Turning around, we looked at him; he was a handsome businessman, maybe even a lawyer. “I’m looking for a date. How much?” he asked and moved his finger between us both. We looked at each other; we were high, but we didn’t understand why he was asking for a dance in the middle of the street. Probably thinking we were stupid, he walked closer and whispered that he was looking for a date. It dawned on us that he thought we were hookers! We weren’t offended and I could see that my friend was thinking the same thing: let’s keep the party going.
He agreed to our price and led us to a less than swanky motel. He explained that he was sleeping somewhere else, but they had cameras; and, he couldn’t be caught on tape with us. He gave me the money that he owed us and I put it in my corset. My friend began grinding on his hips, dancing for him and kissing him. I noticed there were a couple of handcuffs by the bed. He was demanding that I come over there and bend over; he told me that he loved porcelain asses. I swayed my ass while he rubbed it. He ripped open a condom rapper with his teeth and started unloosening his pants.
I leaned all the way on top of him and grabbed the handcuffs. “Let me do that,” I whispered seductively. He smiled like it had been his idea all along. I clasped the cuffs around his wrists to the posts. “Oh, kinky!” he said and was becoming more excited. We both knelt down and sucked his cock for fun…and for a picture. My friend continued to take pictures as I got up and rummaged through his wallet. We took all of his cash, which was a huge wad. “Hey, what are you doing?! You’ll never get away with this!” Do you know who I am?!” he screamed. “Nope,” I laughed, “but thanks for telling us that apparently other people do.” My friend shook her camera phone in his face. “So you best not do anything stupid and tell on us,” I instructed before playfully slapping his cheek.
We resumed our partying for two more days on the cash we’d gotten. A week later, when we finally desired to return to work, our boss told us that word on the street was that there was some congressman or something who had been tied up by two hookers. He’d escaped before the reporters got there only because the hotel clerk had been bribed to remove some cuffs with a bolt cutter!
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