I want to thank reader TA for the initial idea that ended up becoming this story.
Part 1
Prologue
"It's alright," she murmured into his ear as they huddled together, ducking down in the bathtub, "I locked the door."
The next scream, followed by the crash of even more glass shattering, drew them yet closer together. They both shivered in their desperate hug despite the warm summer evening.
As hot as it had been, she wore only a thin, thigh length nightie to sleep and he, just white cotton briefs. So that was all they had on making the desperate scramble from the bed they shared in the small apartment to the purported safety of the tub.
The angry yelling got louder, closer to the bathroom door. They couldn't really make out all the words, but knew the difference between their mother's desperate pleading and the enraged shouts of the latest stranger she brought into their home.
The thin wall to the bathroom shook even as they heard their mother scream again, so loudly she almost drowned out the sound of the approaching sirens.
Then silence.
"It's alright," his five year old sister whispered into his ear again, hugging him even tighter, "I'll always take care of you."
They both jumped when the pounding began on the door, accompanied by loud, vile threats and curses. That too stopped with even louder voices...shouting commands...more curses...the sounds of scuffling...gun shots....
"...kick the knife...."
...."is he dead...?"
"...check the woman...."
"...what a fucking mess...."
"...what was he doing at the door...?"
"...it's locked...check the other rooms...."
"Hello, someone in there?" a gentle voice called out, knocking loudly on the bathroom door. "Police...anyone in there?"
His sister unbolted the door, the two of them standing there wide eyed, trembling.
"...oh shit...there's two little kids in here...."
"...get them out...cover their eyes...."
"...I got the girl...grab the boy...."
"...don't let them see all this...."
At age three, he only vaguely remembered the last time he saw her, screaming his name as she reached back over the shoulder of the cop carrying her out to the street...and the last look at his mother curled up in an expanding pool of her own blood.
Twenty Five Years Later
Tim stood in the entry way of the high end gentlemen's club, looking around for his friends, three guys he'd known...intimately...since college. It was his twenty eighth birthday and they had given him the choice of the strip club or the gay bathhouse for the celebration. That night, he was in the mood for pussy...new and different pussy...without any attachments. This was just the place.
On the small circular stage surrounded on three sides by a dozen or so chairs, a completely naked bottle blonde with big fake tits and a shaved pussy who called herself Candy wiggled and writhed in front of five older men with fat bellies and thick wads of bills in their hands. Tim recalled from earlier visits she gave at best a mediocre blow job.
He spotted his friends at a table towards the back of the room, near the curtained opening that lead to the small private booths where the real action in the club took place. His three buddies already had two naked women at their table, a redhead with a bushy, unshaven pussy he remembered liked to be ass fucked for the right price and a raven haired woman he had not seen before.
Right away, he knew she was his new and different pussy for the night.
She called herself Summer, not that anyone really believed that was her actual name. Her coal black hair reached almost to the the crack of her taut shapely low slung ass, the thin runway strip of pussy hair expertly trimmed to direct the eye to the inviting crease continuing down between her legs and dark brown aureole capped her average but perky tits with stiff, little finger tip sized nipples.
All of that was simply expected in that club and was not what most first drew his attention. She had a distinctive, yet elegant, tattoo that looked like a flight of sparrows rising from beneath her pierced left breast, swooping up through her cleavage and spreading across her entire right tit to end with a single lead bird under her right ear.
When she glanced at him, he was instantly lost in her gray eyes. Before he knew it, he was following her into a private booth to a chorus of lewd, boisterous, and derisive catcalls from his three friends, each of whom fondled a naked girl sitting on their lap.
"Your friend told me you're Birthday Boy," Summer cooed into his ear before gently pushing him down on the single plush chair in the small room, "and to make sure your present is very...special."
He grinned up at her, eagerly anticipating what her definition of special might be. Although she couldn't strip for him, since she was already naked save for a gold chain around her waist, she did straddle his leg and lean forward until the tips of her erect nipples brushed over his chest.
She flicked her tongue into his ear and squatted until the edges of her slightly puffy pussy lips lightly pressed against the top of his thigh. Her tongue pressed deeper into his ear when he reached up and twirled a stiff nipple in two fingers.
After a moment, she reached down, unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper and tore his jeans and underwear off with a single practiced motion. His semi hard dick flopped out, stiffening rapidly even before she wrapped her fingers around the base.
Again she straddled his leg, this time pressing her pussy down a little harder, grinding her hips slowly so he could feel the warm, slick wetness when her pussy lips parted slightly. He buried his face between her tits, turning his head to suck in the stiff pierced nipple.
"We have thirty minutes...well actually twenty eight now," she whispered huskily into his ear, followed by another flick of her tongue. "I don't fuck here for anyone...period. Anything else is on the table. Your friend told me you're partial to blow jobs, both getting and giving. That's hot. I get myself off sometimes watching gay porn. I love seeing two guys suck and fuck, big cocks filling tight assholes or rammed deep in another one's throat...and I'm especially fond of the feel...and taste...of a hard cumming cock filling my mouth."
As she talked, she ground her pussy even harder against his bare thigh and stroked his throbbing dick a little faster. He took the other nipple into his mouth, holding the base with his teeth as he swirled his tongue around the tip. Her back stiffened slightly and she let out a low moan.
"I like eating pussy as much as I like sucking cock," he murmured, feeling the beginning of an orgasm building in his balls before pulling her head down for a tongue lashing kiss.
"A man after my own heart...or pussy at the very least," she grinned at him, breaking off the kiss and squeezing his balls gently.
