Lexi stood outside the door and her new life waiting behind it. When she opened it, she knew things could never be the same again. She was standing in the hallway of a Mexican nightclub that was also a whorehouse. She knew what was expected of her when she entered the room. Whatever vile man awaited her there was expecting to have her use her hand to bring him to a sexual climax. Susan had called it "jerking him off" but that sounded too disgusting for her to say it to herself. She was thinking of all the other women sitting in the lobby and thinking that Toots expected her to be like them, just another paid whore. Well, she may as well get it over with. Perhaps the man wasn't as disgusting as she expected him to be. Maybe if she explained her situation to him, he might even help her. With that hope she turned the handle and entered the room.
She looked around and saw how small and cramped it was. There was only a bed with a sagging mattress on it, a small sink with paper towels and a nightstand with a battered old lamp perched on it. She saw that the table had different bottles and small foil packages on it. But what she mostly saw was the man sitting on the bed. He was small and he was old. She thought that he must be at least sixty years old or maybe more. He was looking at her and a huge smile came on his face as he looked at her half naked body. He patted the bed next to him and spoke to her in English, which was a surprise to her.
"I have been waiting for you ever since Susan told me last week that a young American girl was going to be working for her soon. I have saved my money for just this moment and now you are here."
With that simple statement, any thought she may have had about escaping was gone. Lexi's mind started to race. How could Susan have known about me a week ago, when I have only been here for a day? Toots had said nothing like that to her. She thought she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and the kidnappers had randomly grabbed her off the street. Something wasn't right!
The man spoke again and she snapped out of her reverie. "I want you to come over here and sit next to me," he said as he patted the mattress next to him. With a start, Lexi remembered why she was there and was afraid of the consequences if she didn't do as she was told. She slowly walked over and carefully sat down on the bed. The old man immediately reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down until it disappeared under her tiny skirt. She felt his hand on her ruffled panties as his fingers found their way to her sex. She was eighteen but she had never been touched there before and she was so scared of what would happen next.
"Your skin is so soft and smooth and your little cunt feels so nice. I can tell you have not been fucked many times, if at all. Your little cunt lips barely hang down from your pussy. I am sure that will change soon. My friend Toots will see to that. But I am a poor man and can only afford to have you jack me off while I play with your pussy and your little tits." Saying that, he stood up and undid his pants and stood to face her.
"Now come and make me feel good, Lexi. I want you to stroke my cock until I cum." He then lay down on the bed and started to stroke his shriveled cock slowly and obscenely up and down.
"See how I do it? Not too fast and not too hard. I want to feel your pretty little hand as it slides up and down my cock. Oh, I wish I had enough money to have you suck me until I get hard. That would be so much better. If you are good to me, maybe next time you can suck me until I cum. Would you like that Lexi? "
