The place was what I would later come to expect from every affordable dig in the capital - a bit rundown, smelling of the 80s and unwashed mattreses b...t nothing a lick of paint wouldn't fix. So there I was, hoping for the best, when out of the very blue I lost my waitressing job. Boring as it was, it grew to be my only means of paying my rent and getting around. Things happened quickly and I didn't quite get the chance to get depressed over it but my landlord started getting impatient and. I sure loved wearing them out and sending them home. Although I wasn't always hosting at home. I would meet them in their hotel rooms, sometimes in the pitch black darkness with no names or faces. Just hard core anonymous fucking with a stranger.I consider myself an ethical slut. I always used protection and chose my partners carefully. I was out of control and I didn't care. I love the thrill of the hunt. I love the first time encounter. I love the unpredictability of the moment and the heat. After we'd toasted a few times, Daryl swiftly ledNikki off to her bedroom, leaving Phil and I on the couch. When we'dfinished our drinks, Phil took my hand in his and gently asked, "Shouldwe adjourn to the bedroom, my dear?"I sat there for a moment, caught in indecision. Phil was giving me achoice. I didn't have to go to bed with him if I didn't want to.I'd been telling myself that I didn't want to live the gay lifestyle,but the fact of the matter was that I really did want to go to bed. Amanda gave a purr of satisfaction and her hands moved down to cup Melissa’s breasts through her dress. Melissa’s nipples were already hardening, and Amanda’s caresses were speeding the process.Their lip lock alternated between intense and soft with Amanda dictating the difference. Melissa’s heart was pounding, and her breathing was becoming ragged as the experienced woman engaged in her sensual foreplay. One of Amanda’s hands slipped down Melissa’s leg and used her fingers to gather up her.