(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br/><br/>His grunts drove her every time to give him more. She was in the right business, as pulling these type responses from a man under no pretense was addicting. She couldn’t get enough. Not from Sam, not from any of her clients. For Nicole, to get paid to do something she’d find ways to do otherwise ... was a life worth living. Getting paid as much as she did, well, that was just icing on the proverbial cake.<br/><br/>She’d came, but never stopped fucking him back in earnest until he followed. His tight grip on her hips not allowing her to falter or to stop, even if she’d wanted to. Their meeting never stopped on her end, though she smiled when he didn’t immediately respond to her (other than his grunting). It meant he was enjoying thrusting into the tight confines of her pussy, that he was enjoying their fuck. For a man like Sam, who could have anyone ... that enjoyment gave her pride.<br/><br/>By the time he came and pulled away, she knew he’d collapse into his chair. She had taken to calling it his chair, as there was never anyone else sitting in it. Nicole knew though, as she always knew with her client, he’d like the view for a bit longer. So she stayed put, spreading her legs a bit wider, and giving him a very nice view of the mixed secretions that were now coating her thighs.<br/><em><br/>"That's fine, better even. Get her some experience before throwing her to the wolves. You know me...I just need my guest to have a great time, and talk about how amazing the party was. Beyond that...I don't care."</em><br/><br/>She laughed.<br/><br/>“Baby, I always make sure they have a great time ... don’t I? Even when I bring strippers, the guests enjoy themselves.”<br/><br/>The strippers she spoke of weren’t the sort of trash found scattered around the country. No meth club wanna be’s, Nicole knew the real thing. She’d been the real thing once. She had been amazed, however, that the young woman she was thinking of pulling in wasn’t a dancer. Quite the opposite. Not that it mattered, just a development she made not of.<br/><br/>She wiggled the ass he slapped before standing and turning, to blow him a kiss as he departed.<br/><br/><em>"And for the record...yes, blue does bring out your eyes. Every man loves to see bright eyes brought out when you're blowing him." </em><br/><br/>“I’ll keep that in mind, for next time. Especially if I find an Ipad on my desk tomorrow.”<br/><br/>She cleaned up, while she heard him leave. Waiting until the apartment was quiet again (as well as waiting on her heartbeat to slow) before picking up the phone to call Caroline Parish. She’d double booked herself tonight, so Caroline was going to get her first shot. A test run with a new client, though Nicole had faith the pretty little slut could handle it.<br/><br/>“Hey Caroline ... It’s Nicole ...”