Lunch Time Sex In The VIP

It's lunch time. I'm leaving a morning meeting at our corporate headquarters in Bethesda, MD. You see I'm a Senior Account Executive for Sprint PCS, a national wireless carrier. I've been squirming for the last 30 minutes anxious to leave and get my lunch time fix.

I'm headed up 95 north to west Baltimore. I've got a new hook up for cocaine. I give the little homie $125. A hundy for 5 vials of coke and he keeps the change for his heroin fix.

I drop the homie off at his burnt out rowhouse. I stay for a few minutes to grind up the coke. Take a couple bumps and wrap up the rest in a dollar bill. It's the late 90's, there is a heroin epidemic in Baltimore. I'm unaffected cause my drug of choice is coke.

Time for a liquid lunch. I head to the mafia controlled strip joints in downtown Baltimore. I do take a moment to ride by the Inner Harbor. The view of the Chesapeake Bay is gorgeous. This lovely Spring afternoon, the shops and restaurants are filled with patrons.

The bouncers are like street walkers, each out in front of their assigned bar trying to persuade patrons to enter. I'm wearing my favorite presidential blue three button suit, white shirt and matching white tie and white pocket square. My gold Movado with the black face matches my cufflinks.

I go to the first bar on the corner. A virgin stripper dances there. Don't get it twisted, she is a virgin dancer not an actual virgin. I order a vodka cranberry and start a tab.

Crystal eyes me and her face lights up like she just saw Santa Claus. We go to a booth. She makes small talk. I inform her I'm on my lunch break and time is of the essence.

The sexy dirty blonde mounts my lap and feeds me her double dee's. I put a hundy in her G string. We bump and grind. Grind and bump. She then starts kissing me with her delicious tongue. Crystal is the only stripper I've encountered who loves to kiss.

The kissing has me so horny I'm ready to fuck. After the third song. She asks for a drink. Can you blame a girl, after 3 songs of banging her camel toe against the bulge in my baggies: she's a little parched.

I give her another hundy and I tell her to take my package to the bathroom for a bump. I warn her to be careful cause that shit is fire.

Crystal walks away, I'm in an ass trance. Her ass is a work of art. The twist of her hips reverberate to her ass cheeks and they shimmy. When she returns with our drinks, her eyes are beaming.

"Baby, that's the best coke I've ever put up my nose."

"Told you boo. How are you feeling?" I ask.

"I'm so fucking horny. You are my first customer and you got my pussy tingling."

I laugh. "Well, it's not me but my package." She hands back my package.

"No baby, it's you. Do you think I tongue every customer? I only french kiss you."

"Thank you honey. I'm flattered, but I've got to be out of here in 20 minutes."

"Baby, do you think I'm sexy? Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes and Hell to the Yes, but we don't have time to go get a room."

"We don't have to leave. We have a basement that we take VIP customers."

"Really. Let's Go," I reply.

"There is one condition. It costs $300. The bouncer gets $200 and I get $100."

"I don't have that much on me," I reply.

"We have an ATM. You can get up to $500 out at one time."

"OK. Let's go."

The transaction is done. We make our way down the steps at the back entrance. It's not the Ritz Carlton, but it's a large enough space with a mattress in the back corner and overhead light bulb.

I take out the coke and we each have a couple bumps. I take my jacket off while Crystal unbuckles me. She has my cock in her mouth in record time. After several minutes I look down and she has somehow put a condom on for me.

"Baby, fuck me," she says.

The sexy stripper is turned doggy style. I spit in my hand and lube up that pulsating pussy. Entering her box, she is soft, wet and tight. I slowly work Mr. Johnson to the depths of her womanhood.

I begin to pound her from behind. Grabbing a handful of her gorgeous long locks. Her pornstar ass almost had me drop my load. I hold off cause I want to cum looking at her pretty face.

"Turnover boo, I want to see those beautiful blue eyes," I say.

She obliges and I pound her while we tongue kiss. I go to her neck, biting and sucking until I give her every ounce of fluid in my body.

After several minutes she moves and gently takes off my condom and disposes of it in the trash can by the stairway.

"Baby, that was the best lunch I've had in awhile," I said.

"Honey, that's the best lunch I've ever had in my life," she replies.

I put some coke in a $20 bill as a bonus tip.

'You are so sweet. I see that you're married, but I like spending time with you."

She takes my cell and puts in her number.

"Call me so we can do lunch or maybe even dinner and dancing. I love to get wild at Rave Parties. Babe, I will bring the X for us. What are you gonna put me under so the wifey doesn't find out?"

"Oh that's easy. A1 LunchBox LLC. Best box in all of Baltimore."

She giggles.