Chapter 13

ANGELA:

I squirm my arse over Mateo's tongue as Mok smoothes the condom over his erect prick. The Vietnamese 'hostess' points it towards her waiting pussy and raises herself, rubbing his tip around her entrance.

Next to her, Jorge strokes her thigh as she engulfs Mateo's member.

Mok shuts her eyes as she slides herself down onto Mateo. With her fingertips she explores my front from my shoulders down to my breasts and tummy. Her hands are feathery on my skin and I shiver with the sensation.

"Ange'," Jorge breaks the spell.

He lying there with his fat prick in his hand, waving it at me. I ease myself off Mateo and crawl around behind Mok, who's snaking her arse around Mateo's cock. She nudges me up and pulls my head toward hers. Before I can react she fastens her mouth to mine.

Her tongue seeks out mine, her hand strokes my breasts.

This is not the first time I've ever kissed a girl. I once had a girl pal with whom we played around, but that was more of an experiment. Mok is seriously Frenching me while working on Mateo's cock. I don't know what else to do but kiss her back.

Her hand trips down to my pussy, her delicate wee fingers massage my clit, still juicy from Mateo's attention.

"You got nice kitty," she says, " nice bush..."

She takes my hand and guides it over her small breasts and down over her flat tummy. Her skin is like satin in it's smoothness. She presses my hand against her naked crack.

"You like?" she asks.

I nod.

"Hey!" calls Jorge, still holding his erection.

Mok smiles and releases me. Back to business!

I circle her and climb over Jorge. His prick already is rubber-clad and with his massaging, and our little show, he's kept it hard. I grab it and sit on it, undulating my bottom in Mok's fashion.

Jorge sucks in air through his teeth and strokes his hands up and down my sides. Another hand is on my tummy, Mok's, and drifts down to massage my clit once again. She leans across with her tongue out and I touch the tip with my own.

Her hand switches to my bum, fluttering over my cheeks, and a finger intrudes underneath. I think she's scraping her purple fingernail on Jorge's cock because he grunts and urges me to go faster on him.

Mok then fingers my arsehole. It feels like she wants to push it inside. 'How dare she, ' I think, and I grab her own arse, seeking out her little puckered hole. 'Two can play at that game.'

Mateo groans, his body rises up from the bed trying push himself as far up Mok as he can.

"Uh, uh, uh..." he grunts, their bodies slapping at each other as Mok matches his rhythm.

Mok leaves me alone and bends forward to finish off her man. I watch in fascination as she rapidly bounces him to completion. She moans professionally at him as he mauls and pulls her nipples. He wants to French her and she obliges, suffering his slobbering tongue.

Suffering, because I don't think it really did that much for her. It looked to me like she was just doing her job and pleasing the customer.

She lies on him, Mateo's arms around her, perspiration shining on her small back. She turns to grin at me as I rise and fall on Jorge. It makes me lose concentration.

Jorge's still interested though, eyes closed and teeth bared. I know he's nearly there but I'm losing interest fast. Instead I climb off him, peel off his rubber, and finish him with my hand.

Afterwards I apologise to him. Puffing with exertion, he just smiles, calls me his angel, and tells me I was fantastic and could never disappoint him. He's being so sweet to me I give him a kiss.

A little later, Mateo and Jorge, sitting up naked on the bed, start back into the drink and have an animated conversation in their native language. Mok excuses herself and asks them if she could take a shower. Mateo and Jorge smile in assent and she grabs my hand.

"Come... both of us," she smiles.

Well, I need a shower and I'm also curious about Mok. We jump under the falling water and Mok imediately squirts me with soap from the dispenser. As she smears the suds over my body she asks,

"You like girls?"

I shrug in reply.

"Here is good," she says, "back home... too many rules... is free here."

"What did you do back in Vietnam?" I ask her.

"I work in clubs... for foreigners. Russians, Western men... all want same thing."

She soaps my breasts, tweeks my nipples, it sends thrills through me.

"I guess... men are men." I reply.

"Yes... girls are better," she says, "softer... prettier."

She bends and sucks my nipple. Her little mouth, feathery tongue sends another jolt of feeling coursing through me.

"I think you like girls," she declares.

I go into a dreamlike state, just drifting in limbo. Mok's mouth is upon mine, her body squirming against me. She's becoming more passionate, her hands are on the back of my upper thighs, probing, feeling for my crack.

She nudges me backwards until I'm against the wall of the shower stall. She kisses down my body, nibbling and flicking her insistant little tongue. I look down, she has her eyes closed, the water cascading over her face and dripping from her hair. Her mouth seizes my sex and sucks.

I don't think this is the first time Mok's had a mouthful of a woman's juices. Her experienced tongue finds my sweet spot straight away sending a ripple through my body, knocking the air out of my lungs. I clutch her upturned face, my legs are feeling weak. Mok has her hands on my lower bottom stroking in the way I like.

She grips me hard against her mouth sending me wailing over the edge. I open my eyes to find Mok embracing me, I instinctively hold her body against mine.

"You hot Angie," she says, breathless.

I hate 'Angie, ' it's SO bimboesque, but I let it pass. Holding her to me I think I should return the favour when there's a call from the next room.

"C'mon, girls. Time to go. They'll be charging overnight rates if we don't leave now."

Jorge is so funny with money. He'll part with $600 for an evening's sex yet won't pay an extra $100 for a room. He's says he's not paying for any more time than he can use.

I apologise to Mok as we get dressed. She says not to worry and gives me her phone number.

"You call?" she tells me, "you maybe be my friend?"

"Sure," I tell her, certain she means 'lover, ' not 'friend.'

Jorge drops me by the park as usual and I walk the short distance home. Mok blows me a kiss from the back of the limo.

Mum's still up when I get home, she's a real night owl. I guess considering the line of work she's been in it's hard to get out of bed at 7am.

"How much money did you make this time?" she asks.

When I tell her she clicks her tongue.

"What on earth did he make you do for that kind of money?"

"There were two of us," I tell her, "another girl."

"Oh, I see," she says, " that's a real male fantasy that one. Listen Angela, you're playing a dangerous game, you're two months short of your 18th birthday, if you get picked up..."

"I won't," I reassure her, "it's not as if I'm walking the streets..."

"Don't even think about it!" she warns, "there're evil characters out there. If I thought that's what you were doing I'd lock you up myself. Now," she says, " I think we need to have a talk."

"What about? I'm tired."

"You need to know that even though this Brazilian is all keen at present, it isn't going to last. What are you going to do when that happens?"

"Why wouldn't it last?" I ask her.

"Because my dear, you're his paid whore. One day he'll tire of you and find someone else, it's a fact of life. What happens then?"

"Find someone else, I suppose..."

"And do you think you'll always be lucky?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'm pretty good at judging men."

Mum laughs,

"No-one's good at judging anybody, Angela. Things are always fine to start with but it's a buyers choice. One day your guy will think to himself, 'hmm, Angela's friend's pretty cute, I wonder... ' When he's paying he'll think he can discard you when he loses interest."

"I know how to keep Jorge interested."

"Oh," mum eyes my doubtfully, "and how far will you go? What will you do for him? Whips, torture, chains..."

"Jorge wouldn't do..."

"How do you know he wouldn't. He owns you doesn't he?"

"Rented..."

"Well, while you're rented out to him you'd better check the fine print. Angela?" mum says gravely, "I think you can do better with your life than sell your arse around town."

"Like what, mum, a secretary? Like I can spell? Maybe working my arse off for 12 hours a day on some production line earning 8 bucks an hour? What the hell else am I good for?"

Mum sighs, rolls her eyes and her shoulders sag a little.

"Give yourself, say, five years. Take only what you need to live on and put the rest in the bank at the best interest rate you can get. Then, Angela love, get the hell out of it!"

"That's my plan!"

"Just make sure you stick to it!"

TEE.

I've been studying hard these past three weeks. I switched off my mobile and left a message that I wasn't going to be disturbed. Just before bed I usually collect any messages.

There's about five from Angela, telling me about this girl she's met. There's a couple from Jonno, telling me he misses me and asking when he can see me next.

The guy sounds so desperate!

Then there's this interesting one from Rachael. She wishes that we could get together some time. Apparently Nick seems very busy these days and she's getting lonely. After a bit of soul-searching I decide to give her a call back in the morning, I'm a little worried by her state of mind.

When she answers her voice sounds all sleepy and I make some crack about 'late risers.'

"No, I've been up since seven," she tells me.

"Are you alright," I ask her, "you sound pretty low?"

"Just a bit bored," she says dismissively, "I've only been outside to do the shopping."

I tell her that can't be healthy and she needed to get out and go down to the beach, anything!