Pure chance brought us together. Fate. Brand new in a town that was going through a major overhaul of its road system, I’d taken a wrong turn someplace. My new boss had invited me over for dinner and it had been a pleasant evening. I’d had a beer with him afterwards, but only one, so I wasn’t drunk or anything, just ... lost.

My navigation system had promised that taking a left on King would let me avoid most of the construction, and then a right turn on Rose, a few blocks and then Parkway around the lake and I’d be coasting into my upscale neighborhood of Logan Heights. Except this looked more like Chinatown or, no ... I’d been here during the daytime with a fellow from work named Eric, and his warm family. A little sightseeing tour for the new guy, which I very much appreciated, and we’d come down this very street.

Little Vietnam, they’d called it, and my new friend’s wife, Marie, had pointed out various stores and small shops that she found interesting, a restaurant that she favored with her girlfriends once in awhile. It was a fine place during the daytime, she told me, but not so much after the sun went down. She warned me off visiting Little Vietnam at night and now I could understand why.

The place was lit up with garish neon signs announcing everything from tattoo and massage parlors to adult books and novelty items. The restaurants were closed, but the liquor stores were wide open and some curbside barbeque stalls. And I even passed a strip club, which I definitely hadn’t noticed on my previous visit. It was like entering a whole new world and to be honest, I was a bit intrigued.

I’d graduated college and taken a job halfway across the country. My girlfriend and I had never been very serious, and in truth, our relationship had been more platonic than a romance. We were dating, but I knew she saw other guys. It bothered me, but I liked having sex once in awhile, so I never confronted her. Still, I always thought of her as my girlfriend and when I talked to my friends or introduced her, that’s how I defined our relationship.

She’d usually play along, and Renee was a very nice girl. Super sweet and great to be around. With her friends, however, she never called me her boyfriend. I remember overhearing her on the phone once, laughing and replying to whomever it was that, “ ... no, we’re not even fuck buddies. More like he’s a study buddy that likes to eat me out.”

Her words stung me, but again, I didn’t want to confront Renee and end up losing her. We were never going to get married or anything and I wouldn’t even say I loved her, although I could have very easily. I wanted to fall in love, put it that way. But I had to be pragmatic, too. That’s why I became an insurance adjuster, I suppose. I was good with numbers and it paid well, but there were so many other things I wished I could do instead. Not least of which was find a girl, fall in love, and have a family.

Anyway, I was new in town, more than a little lonely, and trying not to think about the last time I’d had sex with Renee. Two months ago? Probably three. That’s a long time for a guy barely twenty-two years old. So you’ll understand why I slowed my car to a crawl when I saw a very attractive young woman walking along the sidewalk in my direction. Although she was on the left side of the road, this happened to be a one way street and it wasn’t difficult to change lanes.

Beyond a cascade of platinum blonde hair that fell loose around her shoulders, I couldn’t really see her face that well from half a block away, so when I say she looked very attractive, I’m talking more about her long legs, lean build, and rather large breasts. The evening was warm enough that she didn’t wear a jacket or anything like that, but rather a neon pink halter top. Her mini-skirt was white and barely reached mid-thigh. It must have been spandex or some other stretchy material. I enjoyed the way the fabric hugged her thighs and narrow, but sweetly rounded hips. The girl had a beautiful body and the closer we got, the better she looked.

Of course, I knew she was a prostitute, a blind man would have been able to see that much. But did I really care? A little bit, if only because I’d never engaged the services of a working girl before. The idea was definitely in my head and I wondered if I could really pay this girl for sex. Would it be safe? I had a condom in my wallet, so I had a little protection, anyway. Could I afford her? I tried to remember exactly how much cash I had in my wallet. It wasn’t much, somewhere around eighty dollars. Would that be enough? I didn’t want to use an ATM just to pay the girl.

I probably had other questions as well, but time wasn’t on my side. She stepped to the edge of the curb and bent over at the waist, smiling at me through the windshield. She kept her hands behind her back, like a little girl, with a small red purse hanging off her shoulder on long straps. I’d already noted her thigh high stockings, white like her skirt, and red platform heels on her feet.

Somehow, without even realizing it, I’d actually pulled over and stopped. I rolled down the window and the girl stepped closer, and I was relieved to see that she had a face every bit as lovely as her body. She wore a lot of makeup, sure, but I was afraid that she might actually be fifty years old and toothless, or just haggard with addiction. All I knew about prostitutes was what I’d seen in the movies, and very little of that was ever flattering. I really didn’t expect to find an angel leaning into my car! She even smelled good. Sweet, like candy.

“Hi, baby ... What’cha doing?” she asked, briefly checking out the interior of my car, but never losing her smile. Her eyes were dark, but I thought they were probably blue. Baby blue, that would have been perfect given her thick blonde hair.

“Nothing,” I answered. “Um...”

“I haven’t see you are here before.” She bit her bottom lip with white, even teeth. “What’s your name?”

“I’m new in town,” I said, not even considering lying to this girl. “John, uh ... My name’s John. What’s yours?”

“I’m Tracy,” she replied. “With a Y, not an I.”

“Oh.” I nodded. “I’ll remember that.”

She laughed lightly and my heart stuttered at the delightful sound. Everything about this young woman tugged at my emotions. I was immediately smitten in the way I had never been with Renee or any other girl I’d ever met. Something was different and I couldn’t stop smiling. I couldn’t stop staring as if trying to memorize every detail of her high cheeks and the tiny cleft in her chin. She had a pert, upturned nose and smooth, pink complexion.

“You’re cute,” she decided. “I think you should ask me out on a date sometime.”

“Really?” I blinked at that idea, and almost asked for her phone number. My brain wasn’t working very well, obviously.

“Or you could just ask me right now,” she suggested, tilting her head and teasing me with her smile. “Do you want to go on a date with me, John?”

“Yeah.” I swallowed hard. “Yes, I do, but ... Where do you want to go?”

“I know a place,” she said. “It’s real close.”

“Is it, um ... expensive?” I asked, dropping my eyes and feeling my face grow warm. I thought I was being clever, but how could I look this incredible woman in the face and talk about paying her for sex?

“How about if we talk about it on the way?” she suggested, glancing around the street.

“Sure. I guess so,” I agreed, unlocking the doors as she went around the car. A few seconds later Tracy sat in the passenger seat, offering me a great view of her legs before the dome lights extinguished.

“Go up two blocks and take a left,” she told me. “I have a room at the New Saigon Motel.”

“Oh.” I nodded at that news and pulled away from the curb.

“It’s a hundred for a suck and fuck,” Tracy informed. “If you want me to swallow, it’s an extra twenty.”

“I’m not sure I have that much cash,” I confessed, somewhat shyly. I felt an odd fear that I would somehow disappoint her.

“There’s an ATM right up here,” she said. “You’ve got a credit card, right?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Don’t worry, John.” She reached for my leg and rubbed my thigh, sliding her hand down and between my legs. “I’m worth it, I promise.”

“I believe you,” I managed to gasp as she found my erection and gently squeezed.

“Oh, someone really is excited. I like that!”

I liked her. My penis ached beneath her fingers, but she didn’t keep them there very long. Thank goodness, too. I think I would have spilled right there in my pants if she’d played with me for more than a minute or two. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as it was. Her legs were amazing, and I loved the way her stretchy skirt slid upwards nearly enough to expose her pink panties. But her breasts were equally gorgeous. I wouldn’t know the first thing about guessing a girl’s cup size, but I do know more than a handful when I see them. Her tits were round and firm, and in that pink halter top they threatened to tear the cotton and spill into the night.

I wondered if they were real, but in all honesty, I didn’t care. They were perfect, just like the rest of this wonderful young woman.

“How, um...” I licked my lips.

“It’s right up there by the gas station.” Tracy pointed towards a sign that said ATM in big blue letters. “What were you saying?”

“I was wondering how old you are,” I said. “If it’s okay to ask. I mean, please don’t get mad. I think you’re beautiful and...”

“Why thank you,” she said, smiling. “You’re so sweet! And I’m not shy, you can ask me anything.”

“Oh.” I pulled into the gas station. It didn’t even occur to me until I was standing at the ATM that Tracy hadn’t answered my question. God, I hoped she was eighteen.

The motel was only another two blocks down the street. It was one of those plain, double deck jobs, and looked pretty run down from the outside. I didn’t have the fanciest car in the world, just a Chevy Impala, but it was brand new and represented everything I’d worked so hard for, up to and including my four years at the university. So I wasn’t sure about leaving it unattended in the parking lot.

“It’ll be fine,” Tracy promised, but I was still hesitant. “I can blow you right here, if you want, but I’d much rather do it inside. Your choice, John.”

“Sorry, I’m just...”

“You’re a little nervous, that’s all.” She took me by the hand and led me towards the door to her motel room. “I kind of like that about you.”

“Really?” I couldn’t help but smile, even if she probably didn’t mean any of what she said. Whores with hearts of gold don’t really exist, do they?

One thing was made clear to us right from the start – Tracy was in charge and I wasn’t putting up a fuss. She wanted to get the business part out of the way and I counted out six twenty dollar bills that immediately disappeared into her purse. Tracy then suggested that she help freshen me up, which I soon learned meant that she wanted to give me a quick sponge bath. I guess I could understand why a girl like her might want to make sure her customers are clean, but I still felt rather self-conscious.

Basically, I’d more or less assumed that the lights would be low, we would get undressed, have quick sex, and that would be it. Obviously, I had a lot to learn about the prostitution business.

Our sex was amazing, a word that keeps slipping off my tongue whenever I try to describe her. Once Tracy had given me a little bath and had presumably inspected my genitals for anything suspicious, she wasted no time getting me inside her warm, luscious mouth. I lay on the bed naked while she’d undressed down to her bare breasts and pink thong. She also left on those thigh high stockings and red shoes, which I really loved. I reached for her legs as she lay on her side, teasing my cock, and letting me watch her face.

“Mmmm ... You’ve got a nice cock,” Tracy purred. “Just the right size for sucking.”

“I do?” I couldn’t help but smile, even though I knew she was probably just saying that to be nice.

My penis was average, at best, and in all honesty, probably a little less than any experienced woman would prefer. I know my old girlfriend, Renee, had never been impressed. She’d always liked it best when I went down on her and it might seem odd, but even while Tracy gave me the best blowjob of my life, I felt a growing desire to lick her pussy.

I stroked her leg through the nylon of her stockings, marveling at how firm and toned her calves felt beneath my fingers. I suppose that spending eight hours a night walking the streets in high heels had to be a pretty good workout. I loved her legs. I loved her mouth, too! Tracy took all of my cock inside her mouth, easily. She held my balls with one hand, gently squeezing and tugging my small orbs, while her other hand roamed my stomach and hairless chest. The way her tongue swirled around the sensitive head of my penis made me jerk with pleasure. I’m uncut and peeling back the foreskin is always a new and intense experience. I have a hard time trying to imagine being uncircumcised, but I understand that after a while the penis becomes desensitized and it’s no big deal.

But for myself, my cock was super sensitized, and the flicking of her tongue around the exposed glans was almost painful, actually. I wasn’t going to complain, however, and I didn’t last that long anyway. I’d paid the extra twenty to cum in Tracy’s mouth and she was as good as her word. I might have lasted three minutes, four at the absolute most, before I grunted a soft warning that I was going to cum. I don’t think she really needed me to tell her though, all the clues were right there for her to see.

“Mmmm ... Cum for me, baby. Let me have it...” she breathed, squeezing my cock in her fist and smiling into my flushed face.

A split second before it happened, Tracy took every bit of my penis inside her mouth and I was as large and stiff, and swollen as I’d ever been in my life. But she took me effortlessly, and my cockhead must have been tickling the entrance to her throat, but I wasn’t quite big enough to make her gag or anything. She squeezed my balls at the moment of truth and I’d been nervous and shy about touching her head, not wanting to make her feel used or whatever. But now I had to dig my fingers into her hair, so soft and wavy, shining like white gold as it fell around her shoulders.

“Ummmph-hmph!” she grunted, sounding quite satisfied as my semen filled her mouth. I could feel her swallowing, even hear soft little gulps, and Tracy continued to nurse on my penis even as it quickly softened.

“Wow!” I said, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “I’ve never, uh...”

“Never cum before?” she teased, shaking the hair out of her face and licking her lips.

“Not in a girl’s mouth,” I admitted. “That was amazing!”

“You taste pretty good,” she told me. “A lot of guys don’t, but I wouldn’t mind if we do that again sometime.”

“Really?” I was blushing then and feeling very good about myself. Of course, with the huge endorphin rush that invariably comes after a great orgasm ... I was on cloud nine.

“Yeah, really,” she said, giggling.

“I’m sorry I was so, uh ... quick, though.”

“What?” Tracy crawled up my body and kissed me on the lips. “I wanted you to cum quick, that way we have more time to fuck.”

“Oh!”

She kissed me again and I was surprised when I felt her tongue pushing between my lips. I wasn’t resisting her, I just wasn’t expecting it. She’d just given me a blow job and I’d cum in her mouth. And now she wanted to kiss me?

Tracy broke our kiss and smiled down at me. She was half-laying on me, with her naked breasts against my chest and her hips and legs on the bed. She played a finger around my neck and then my ear, teasing me. Her other arm, the right one, more or less cradled me as I lay on my back. It seemed like I should have been the one on top of her, but Tracy was definitely in charge and I didn’t mind. I felt almost powerless beneath her like that, especially with my penis now deflated and leaking a dribble of thin semen onto my groin.

“I don’t kiss my customers,” Tracy told me, and her melodic voice sounded quite serious. “It’s something I don’t like to do and it’s never part of the deal.”

“Okay.” I nodded, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. She’d just tried to kiss me, right?

“But you’re different,” she sighed, her voice and eyes softening. “I don’t know what and I don’t know why...”

“Maybe it’s my cologne,” I joked, weakly.

“ ... but I want to kiss you. Please?”

I’d never, ever had a girl ask to kiss me, and I’d definitely never had a girl say please! But she was right and I thought - I hoped – that we were sharing the same feelings. I’d never met anyone like Tracy and even though I knew absolutely nothing about the girl, other than she was a prostitute, I thought I loved her. That’s totally dumb, I get it, but it doesn’t change the fact. I wanted her to kiss me. I wanted her to be with me, always. I suddenly felt such a powerful yearning for Tracy, like a surge of raw emotion, that I could barely control my urge to confess my feelings.

“I want to kiss you, too,” I managed to breathe, and just like that we started making out.

My lips parted eagerly for her tongue and I greeted it with my own. I suppose I might have tasted a hint of my earlier orgasm, but my senses were too busy being completely overwhelmed by Tracy to notice. She moved to straddle me, spreading her knees on either side of my hips, and my cock began to harden once more. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy and that pink thong she wore did nothing to hide her arousal. I remember some part of my brain being surprised that a whore would get so excited, but the evidence was clear.

Tracy moaned as I chased her tongue from my mouth to hers. Now I could definitely taste something that wasn’t her. A slightly salty, not quite bitter flavor that didn’t seem awfully terrible. We were making out like teenagers, something I hadn’t done a lot of even as a teenager, and so everything felt brand new for me. My lips felt bruised and sore as the minutes passed, but it seemed we couldn’t get enough. She bit my lips and sucked on them, and I did the same with hers. At one point she nursed on my stiff tongue, sliding pursed lips back and forth as if sucking a cock. We seemed to be doing anything and everything, and she even began biting at my neck and under my jaw.