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She was dressed better than Peter had expected. Her clothes still screamed 'whore' but the sort of whore who bought these clothes from the West Side with Daddy's black card as a sort of “fuck you” to whichever particular parent pissed them off. She couldn't have been older than twenty yet she walked with the self assured swagger of a cougar circling their gazelles of drunk college freshman.

Ruby red hair, forest green eyes, covered in tattoos and clad in a tank top that was very generous in showing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Another lashing out at her parents perhaps? She was everything he could of dreamed of and more. “Don't worry my friend, she will find you.” The doorman had promised him as he entered, and found him she had. The vixen with confident the strutter taking a seat at his table, reaching over to take a sip of his $15 dollar martini as if she were an old friend. He should've been pissed, he should've asked her just what the fuck she thought she was doing. Instead he just said.

“Hi, I'm Peter!” His tie and shirt collar feeling tight around his neck, his sports jacket feeling like a blanket wrapped around him. It was easy to tell the clientele from the crew. At tables all around him were men and women dressed just like him, expensive suits and dresses, all even wearing the same fashionable tired overworked look as even now as they unwound with after work drinks were still planning for where work could drag them tomorrow. Meanwhile all the staff held the same look as Mary, t-shirts, tattoos and a smile, an infectious and genuine smile that meant these people were either phenomenal actors or actually enjoyed this job; or at least what it paid. Peter never did ask what the going rate was.

“So what do you do, Peter?” Mary asked, twirling her finger around the edge of the cocktail glass, the glimmer in her eyes reminding him of both a Catholic school girl and a dominatrix, he felt his knock off Armani pants growing tighter.

“I'm a Financial adviser...” Mary grinned, that infectious grin that spread it's way across Peter's lips.

“Big money in that!” She said, sliding the cocktail back over to Peter. He took a sip of the drink, letting the sweet fire ride down his throat.

“And long hours.” He replied. She laughed.

“Is that why you look like you're being choked by your tie?” She giggled, that innocent catholic school girl giggle from all of Peter's fantasies. He never pictured them with a pixie cut before, but he definitely would after tonight.

“Long day at the office.” Peter replied as he loosened his tie and took off the sports jacket. Not like he needed to look professional in a brothel.

“They're all long days at the office.” Mary teased, taking his drink back from him and resuming her finger twirling around the rim. “Nobody waiting at home? No wife and 1.5 kids, Peter?”

“What? No! God I'm not even thirty yet!”

“Enjoy it while you can, Pete. Thirty will hit you before you know it!”

“Oh, I didn't know I was talking to a wise old crone!”

“You never know, you might be!” Mary grinned. “So noone waiting at home?” She asked again, sliding the glass back to him.

“No...no...my uh, my girlfriend broke up with me about a week ago...” Peter told her, not even sure why he was opening up like this to a prostitute, it wasn't her business what his home life was like.

“Let me guess; 'You work too much?'” Peter nodded and took a sip of his drink. “Ungrateful cunt!” Peter nearly spat vodka and vermouth out through his nostrils. “What? Stupid people always talk about how it's not about money until they need it. Money may not be everything, but it's the key to most things!”

“Speaking of money...” Mary laughed.

“Christ you really are a financial adviser! Yeah, it's not cheap, but nothing of value is!”

“This is only one night.”

“One night you'll be able to look back on for the rest of your life!” She nearly pleaded, a hungry look in her eyes. Cock hungry perhaps?

“Aren't you romanticizing this a little bit?”

“Blame my dad, he's always been a romantic.”

“Don't, don't mention your dad!” Mary laughed, locking eyes with Peter as she licked her lips, an innocent kitten and a fatal huntress.

“Noted!” She laughed, “how about this? We'll talk payment afterwards.” Peter couldn't help but cock an eyebrow.

“What's the catch?” Mary laughed.

“The catch is that you're an attractive specimen...”

“Specimen?”

“Fine, client if that makes you feel better!” Mary laughed. “And I'm confidant in what I do!”

“That so?”

“Trust me! It'll be the best sex you've ever had!” she said as she ordered them both another round. They shared at least a bottle of top shelf spirits between them. Mary telling Peter she wanted to pick his brain before she saw his cock, and he was all to happy to oblige. Peter would have been happy just being near her. The vodka flowing in his blood and the sweet song of her voice made him happy, forgetful of spiraling finances of the companies he advised for and the student loan payment he missed this month. All of that could wait until tomorrow, or next week. All that mattered was the green eyed angel he was sitting across from. “...so I guess that's it really, left home, came to the big city, all that cliché.” Mary said as she sipped on her cocktail, gin and tonic with lime juice squirted in. Peter nodded, thoughts swirling in his head about how he would rescue her tonight, give her everything she ever dreamed of! “Anyways, enough biding our time! Ready for the best night of your life?” Peter eagerly nodded, fishing for his wallet to pay for the drinks before Mary waved him away. “Don't even worry about that, when you're with me, you drink for free!”

The room Mary took him to might have looked like a nice, upscale hotel room were it not for the lighting. Harsh red lights cast from luminescent bulbs bathing the queen sized bed that sat center stage in the room. Mary led the way as Peter came stumbling after, his sports jacket left on the chair downstairs. “Do people get whipped in this room?!” Peter snorted as he saw the room in all of it's hell colored glory.

“Sometimes!” Mary teased as she beckoned into the room and kicked off her shoes. “Now get undressed JP Morgan!” Peter let out a drunken laugh as he started to strip down to his boxers, watching Mary strip to the nines, revealing she was indeed tattooed from neck to toe. Nearly her entire body was covered in elaborate murals or esoteric symbols. As Peter unbuttoned his shirt he stared in awe at the canvas of art that was her body. “Like them?” She asked, posing with her arms behind her head as she twirled around to show every inch of her. “Each of them has a story!” Peter nodded as he slid off his pants and his boxers, standing naked before her. When he rescued her from this place he hear every one of those stories, all in her perfect voice. Mary looked down over Peter's body, young, well groomed, fit, there was only one problem. “And I thought you were attracted to me.” She teased as she pointed down at his rather limp cock. What a time to get whiskey dick!

“Oh...oh fuck, fuck! I'm sorry...I...” Mary just laughed and put a finger to her lips, quieting Peter.

“Don't even worry about it Goldman & Sachs, not the first whiskey dick I've dealt with.” She said, walking towards him and running a hand down his chest, lightly pressing him onto the bed. “Just lay back and let the master work!” Peter obliged her, falling back onto the bed with sheets much too soft and silken to be in a brothel. He closed his eyes and nearly sunk into the sweet lake of sleep in the bed, until he felt the weight of Mary crawling on at the foot of it, her hands making deliberate heavy presses as she crawled up the length of the bed stopping at his poor afflicted cock.

Her hands were cold as she grabbed his balls, sending a sweet shiver up his spine. The kind one gets from a cold shower after a sweltering day. He moaned as his cock stood at attention, spurting bits of precum. He could hear Mary laugh as she bent down to lap it off his cock, her tongue dancing over the slit of his cock, making his moaning all the louder and more frequented. “Don't cum yet, Chase! I haven't even fucked you yet!” She teased him as he panted. She gave him one last kiss on the head of his cock before crawling further up, those same strong, deliberate hand prints. Like hooves in the dirt.

Peter kept his eyes closed and his toes curled as he felt her settle in on his cock. She was so TIGHT, the flesh walls of her pussy nearly suffocating his cock as he entered her. “Oh....oh God!” He whispered as he bucked his hips, his eyes still closed as he let the sensations take him.

“What did I tell you, the best sex you've ever had!”

“Y-yes!” He moaned out, feeling her sweet embrace.

“Good boy, just enjoy the ride!” He followed her words, just letting her dictate how the waves of pleasure would wash over him, every inch of his skin bathed on those sweet silken waters of sex as he felt his orgasm start to build in his cock. The best sex he'd ever had as his balls swelled and drained and he moaned feeling so ready to orgasm inside of her. He opened his eyes to look into hers as he began to.

His screams might have been heard had the room not been meticulously soundproofed, they might have been heard had a claw not clasped around his throat at the first gasp, digging into his flesh. Mary as he knew her was no more. Instead a creature leered above him, still riding him sensually even as the grip tightened on his throat Mary's tattoos swirled across the canvas of her skin, all shadows screaming in the agony of eternal torment. Peter looked into her eyes, sitting just under her horns brimstone, still green. He tried to raise his arms to push her off, to get her claw off his throat but he had no strength, he could feel it all slipping away. “Don't fight it.” Mary told him, her voice still sensual as he began to cum inside her. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride!”

More than seed left Peter as he emptied himself into Mary, feeling himself slipping deep inside of her, everything growing dark. The shadows screaming on her body looking more and more familiar as he was sucked into their fold. As the last of him left his husk of a body he had one final, fleeting thought. It really was the best sex he'd ever had.