Lexi The LA Slut Ch. 8
Lexi Goes Pro
When I returned from San Francisco (see chapter 7) and went to work, I was informed to see HR before the shift. It was a mixed bag of news, mostly not great. I was working that night as usual, but starting the next day (Wednesday) I would be on a day shift of sorts, handling the lobby bar. The lobby bar is also a restaurant versus where I had been training in the rooftop bar at night, which was much more active. My shift would be 10 to 6 so I could cover the lunch crowd and overlap with the dinner and evening tenders. I'd work Wednesday through Sunday, so I was getting overtime pay for my current shift since it was an additional day, but they would be letting me off early. That was fine with me, the trip to SF and the 'activities' took a toll on me so getting back to get some rest before starting the new job the next day sounded good.
The good news was I was getting a raise! I was off training pay and they were also bumping me to regular pay and not discounting it for my accommodations. I had been staying at the hotel for 'free' but it wasn't exactly free as my pay was reduced. So it was good to think I'd get more cash coming in. The bad news was I had 2 weeks to get out of the hotel. They had only promised a month and the clock was ticking. I was hoping they would just forget and let me stay, but I had to go. They said 'management' didn't like the arrangement.
I decided to wait until the next week, Monday and Tuesday, to start looking and go see some options. Again, the good news was I didn't hardly have anything to move. The bad news was I had to get furniture and I didn't have a lot of money. Luckily, I hadn't spent hardly any of the cash from SF, so I had that. I'd have to look into buying used and maybe renting stuff. Plus, I would need a deposit for a place and first month rent. Cha-ching, credit card debt was about to start piling up.
I worked the next few days on my new schedule and it was not great. I was the only one tending the bar, but I had few dedicated customers, ones that sat at the bar. So I was basically preparing refreshments for the servers. That was fine but it also meant the tips were measly. I wasn't making near as much as I made in Hollywood.
I felt myself getting dragged back to the real world. My fantasy working and slut life were being crowded out by corporate decisions and money problems. Uuugh. Oh well, that's life. I had to join it again at some point anyway, I guess it was time to realize things were going to start to get 'normal'. Yuk.
I did decide, however, that I wasn't going to abandon my slut life yet. I was enjoying it too much and I wasn't done. If I had to deal with all these real-life issues, then so be it, but for some time, as often as I could, I'd be the slut I had become and take my mind off real-life problems.
I was getting off at 6:00 nightly so I had a lot more prowling time on my hands. I didn't do anything the first few nights as I had been sexually used up on Monday and I had to start thinking about and researching places to stay. But by Saturday, I was depressed about my plight and horny as hell, I needed a cock fix.
I put on one of my new outfits from SF. It was a sexy red, form fitting dress. It had a halter top and a cut out at my cleavage. Being stretchy and given my ample breasts, the opening was pretty significant. It was mini in length with a bare back. Around my waist line, it zippered in the back all the way down to the hem (basically over my ass). It was one of those BIG zippers, that was part of the fashion so it was prominent. I'd never seen a dress like it and I looked good. I put on some pretty heavy makeup, darkening my eyes, and slipped on strappy high heel sandals. Some may have said I looked sexy, but most would say I looked slutty. Fine, I was ready to look slutty.
I decided to start the evening at the rooftop bar. I knew the staff and maybe they would serve me at no cost (but I'd tip). I was right. They teased me about who the lucky guy was and such, but I said I'm just there to have a drink and blow off some steam. So I sat at the bar and they poured me a drink. I wasn't going to have more than one anyway, I gave them a $10 tip and we were all good. It didn't take long and a guy came up to me and started chatting me up. Nice guy, but sort of timid. He couldn't think of much to say and I thought he was sort of nervous. I pretty much blew him off, there were bigger fish in the pond.
A second dude came on to me pretty strong. The conversation was sexy, he was direct and used innuendo, which was good by me as I gave it right back to him. I'll skip sharing the banter to get to conversation that mattered.
There is a dance floor and music plays starting around 9 so it was just starting to get going. He took me out and we danced a bit but there were few people out there so it was just OK. He did pull me close and got a nice feel of my ass, which I didn't protest. So he knew I was likely a willing partner for the night.
When we finished dancing he said, 'Let's go to my table, I want you to meet my buddy.'
Oh, a buddy. Hmmm.
We went to a semi-circle booth and he put me between him and his friend. He immediately put his hand between my thighs. Again, I showed no resistance.
''So are you ready to have some fun?'
It was obvious what was happening and I was ready, 'Sure thing.'
'How much do you charge?'
That threw me for a loop. He thought I was a hooker. I guess the way I was dressed and my lack of resistance to the fondling, said I'm a working girl. Now the following thinking went on in my head in about 3 seconds as I sipped from my drink. It wasn't as detailed as this but here is where I came from.
I was going to fuck these guys tonight. I didn't want to be a prostitute, I wasn't going to be a prostitute, but could one time really be that shameful? I needed the money badly and yea, I was going to fuck these guys anyway, sooooooo....
'For both of you or one?' I asked.
'Both'
'At the same time or one at a time?'
'Whatever we want.'
'Do you have a room?'
'Yep.'
'$300 each and I'll do whatever you want, as many times as you want it.'
'What? No way. That's way too much. I can get a cheap whore at (he mentioned a place), maybe you're too classy.' he offered.
'What do you want to pay?'
'We'll give you $100 each.'
'You expect me to get DP'd for $200. Forget it.'
'So you are cool with a DP?'
'Of course, I have lube in my clutch.'
'$200 each, and we keep you as long as we want, but you leave at the end, no staying all night.'
'You don't want a blowjob in the morning?' I came back with.
'That's tempting but I don't want some whore in my bed all night.'
'$250 each and I'll come back to your room in the morning and give you both blowjobs.'
'You won't show.'
'Oh, I'll show, I need the cash.'