What Am I Worth To You?

Blair works tables for a living. She clears plates and pours wine in places where the men wear good watches and the tips match the price of the bottle. Christian has been one of those men for months. He slides an extra bill under her palm every time she brings the check, even when his wife sits two feet away. Tonight the wife is gone and he asks if she wants a drink after her shift. She clocks out. He puts cash on the table and tells her to spend the weekend with him. She counts it, nods. The next morning she wakes in his hotel bed, sheets tangled around her thighs. He runs his hand over the curve of her ass, pulls her close, and she feels his cock slide between her cheeks. He pushes in slow. She gasps. He pulls out, flips her, and puts the same cock in her mouth. She tastes herself on him, salt and skin, and keeps going. He grips her hair, guides her deeper. Every time he wants her again he uses her the same way, mouth then ass, never rushing. She takes it, eyes wet, breath short, counting the money in her head every time she swallows.