Red Light District Lips

My mother always tells me not to wear red lipstick.
“Anna, red lipstick makes you look like a street walker”

I never listen – fuck it, I’m a peacock.

“You have beautiful lips”

I turned my glance and noticed a tall handsome man standing to the right of me, as I exhaled the smoke from my cigarette.

“Need a light?” noticing the unlit cigarette between his fingers, I offered him the lighter in my hand.

He noded directing the cigarette to his mouth pressing his lips on the filter.

Passing the lighter from my hand to his, I got what seemed to be a flashback, but not of any past events in my life, something more like a movie trailer; a porno and the star of it is yours truly – Me. I suddenly felt the rush of hormones surging from my brain going down south. It’s my sixth sense; it never disappoints me I already know that this perfect well suited man will be having dinner for one at the Anna Buffet. And unlike those Asian buffets - you can stay for lunch and dinner.

He led the conversation by talking about the weather and all I did was stare at him with, what I can only imagine, very glossy eyes, since I was already on my 5^th drink.

Whoa Anna 5^th drink?!

I don’t know whether you’re judging because it’s too much, or too little, regardless all I have to say is that after about half a dozen drinks, I speak French fluently – and it’s not one of the languages listed on my resume. My Swahili isn’t too bad either, but it only comes out in the cab on the way back home.

I slapped myself sober in my mind and told myself to straighten up. It’s been a while, and if my sixth sense proved to still be functioning, I could be a very chipper customer at Starbucks the next morning, accepting the first drink they make me without asking the barista to redo it – without the foam. Is it that hard to get it right?!

What’s a while you might ask? Well let me share with you my rule.

I believe that a woman should not sleep with two different men in one month (unless it’s in the same sex act i.e. threesomes and orgies or what not). If you were a citizen of Annaville, the female population would only be allowed to have a different sex partner after that time of the month. I just don’t believe in sharing yourself with every man out there that frequently. I mean if you’re already having that much traffic going in and out of you, might as well charge tolls, just saying.

“What time is it?” I asked the not only handsome man, but then also, as the conversation revealed, the very wealthy business man from a certain Midwestern state.

“Just about a quarter past one” Richard replied (I don’t remember his name but Richard sounds wealthy).

“Are your friends inside?” Richard followed up with a question

Shit, how long were we standing outside for? I completely forgot I left my two girlfriends on the dance floor when I left to the patio to smoke.

“I’m alone” I decide to lie, I felt like playing, it’s the vodka, silly Goose

Richard’s eyes lit up and his mouth curved into half a smile.

If I wasn’t as devious as I am I would have thought I had some competition, Richard has a sixth sense too.

I love role play but the best kind is when the other half doesn’t even know you’re playing.

To make a long story short I told Richard the reason I was alone is because I was working...

 As a prostitute...

Grabbing my hand Richard led me through the crowd onto the busy street.

Once we crossed the road, we entered through the doors into a quiet luxury hotel lobby.

“How much for the night?” ‘21’ ignited on the elevator panel and the doors opened up.

Shocked, for a second, almost forgetting my disguise, I managed to come up with a response...

“First time is on me baby...”

Smooth Anna, real smooth...

Who says that?! A hooker you get on deal ticker, that’s who.

I wasn’t going to take any money for sex, and that’s the only thing that popped into my now floating in vodka brain.

I stared at Richard’s tight behind as he approached his hotel room door.

Finally we were inside

“What do you want me to do for you tonight?” I asked like the prostitute that I am.

“I’ve never done this before...” Richard confessed.

Bullshit! And you also don’t beat your dick like a piñata as if it’s your Quinceañera every single day. Lies.

I took off Richard’s jacket and walked him to the table next to the bed. As he leaned on it with his back I reached with my hand to grab his cock over his pants. My hands moved over to the belt trying to release it. But the alcohol had turned my fingers into butter and Richard’s belt into a Rubik’s cube. Greatttttt....

Getting frustrated I finally managed to solve the puzzle. I grabbed Richard’s cock and guided it into my mouth like a cold cherry Popsicle on a hot summer’s day. Savoring the flavor, licking all around, making it wetter and wetter, as I slid my Red lips and tightened them to the sound of Richard’s groans. I opened my eyes and gave him that “sexy porn star dick in mouth look” you know the one, where you look like the Puss in Boots from Shrek. Men love that shit.

Richard lifteds me from the floor and I saw fire in his eyes. He turned me around and bent me over the table. Rubbing my clit from behind with one hand and twisting my ponytail with the other I started to get weak in my heels as Richard’s strokes became more slippery and his grip on my hair got tighter.

He took me from behind and let’s just say I got fucked like the prostitute I led Richard to believe I am.

Adjusting my skirt which turned all the way backwards I stumbled all the way to the bathroom.

After cleaning the make up from under my eyes, and readjusting my ponytail which ended up closer to my forehead and made me look like a heat-stroked rhino, I stepped out to find Richard in his robe lying in his bed.

I grabbed my purse from the table and blew Richard a kiss goodbye before I left the hotel room.

As the elevator slowly made its way down to the lobby, I decided I should probably call my girlfriends, since the last update they got from me was that I will be finding my own way home tonight.

Opening my purse to get my phone I noticed cash that wasn’t there before...

Thanks Richard, you made me feel like a whore.

If you’re wondering how much cash was in there, let’s just say the homeless person down the street was very happy... and so was his drug dealer.

Come on - I wasn’t going to take it... that’s just extra taxable income.