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Friday, December 25, 2020

[SS-859] Client-free Evening

 


[CLIENT-FREE EVENING]


“Finally... No working tonight,” BiggieT said as he was looking to the mirror. 

He body looked good, and he took care of it well in the gym. But his face really just looked so tired.

Aside from his 9 to 5 job, he also engaged in extra income generating activities in the evening. He slept less than four hours every night.

Luckily, there were no clients scheduled this evening. Finally, his body could rest even for just one night.

He went to a hotel and checked in for an overnight stay.

He filled the tub with water and soap. He immersed himself in the lukewarmness.


“Ahhhh. Shit. That feels good,” he moaned as his body started to relax.

His plan was to meditate, to just keep his mind off anything. 

He stared at the bubbles on top of the tub.


But even with soothing smells and music, his mind raced. He was getting too many extra jobs lately that his brain was already programmed to be in adrenaline mode during the night.

Instead of relaxing, his body started becoming more tense. He closed his eyes but images of his extra work came to him. It made him bothered.

His unsettling train of thought was halted when he heard knocks. 

“Room service! I have your dinner!”

BiggieT stood up and wrapped himself with a towel. He answered the door and found an average looking hotel attendant bringing him a tray of food.

He stared at the man hungrily as his food was being prepared in the hotel.

“It’s done,” the attendant happily said. He smiled, expecting for his tip.

BiggieT swallowed, “before I give you bills and let you go. I need you to do something for me.”

“What is it sir?”

BiggieT knelt, unbuckled the attendant’s belt, pulled down his pants and sucked his dick.

“Oh no! Sir! You can’t! I— oooohhh...” The attendant’s resistance faded.

BiggieT gave his professional blowjob that his clients loved. Seemingly, his body was too used to being used by his clients in the night that his body still yearned for it even without any bookings.

And seemingly, his masterful sucking work because the attendant came in his mouth in less than a minute.

“Ohhh shit. That was crazy,” the attendant gasped.

BiggieT stood up, got five dollars and handed it to him, “here. Usually clients pay me two hundred dollars for me to suck them. So, you got more than the usual tip.”

The attendant smirked, “yeah. You suck nice.”

“After you get off of work, you can come visit me here. I’ll let you fuck me for free,” BiggieT offered.


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