"Next time, I'll be gentle."

As he drove me to my motel, his proclamation "Next time I'll be gentle", echoed through my brain. I was hoping that next time would not be very far off.

"This has been an amazing date." He said pulling into the parking lot of the Murfree Inn motel. He handed me a fist full of bills.

"Myron, this is way too much." I said when I counted it and found that he's given men $1,500. "You only owe me about 350."

"Keep it." he said.

Mama didn't raise no fool; I quickly said thanks and got out the vehicle.

"Hey." He called after me. "Can I get your number, in case I want another date?"

"Nope; just find me at the diner or out in the street." I had broken too many boundaries with this man and had to reign it in. "Never come here looking for me." I added.

"Ok." He said looking disappointed. "See you soon." He drove out of the parking lot. I made a mental note that I now had $2,200 bucks in my pocket. I planned to take the next day off, perhaps treat Byrdie out and get her spirits up again.

Chapter Three

Byrdie was still awake when I came in. She was watching Scooby Doo on Boomerang.

In true Byrdie fashion as if nothing bad had happened to her hours earlier she said, "God you're walking funny; he musta had a monster cock."

"You're so silly." I laughed just realizing myself that I was indeed walking funny from the intense plowing Myron had subjected my ass to. Seven guys prior and he alone had me doing the hurting ass walk. "Are you ok?" I asked sitting next to her in her bed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, which always made her smile. I loved Byrdie with all my heart and never could have forgiven myself if something bad had happened to her. My Mama warned me that I did not need to have a person like Byrdie as my tag along, but I didn't feel comfortable with her out there trying to fend for herself without some type of guidance.

"I'm fine; thank you for telling me I'm not stupid."

"You're not Byrdie; every whore has had that happen to them at least once."

"I bet your mama hasn't" I shivered as my mind flashed back to the image of the one man who tried to get away without paying my Mama. The mess the Drain-O made of his face haunted me till this day. To make matters worse the poor bastard was charged with rape by the DA, my mama had as a long standing client.

"She had, but the guy paid big time."

"I want to be that kind of whore; I want to have money and power and everybody scared of me like your mama does Khom"

"No you don't!" I snapped. "Then you would have to be a bad person, I don't want you to be a bad person. I want you to be Byrdie."

"Ok; I won't be like her. Don't be mad with me."

"I can never be mad with my Byrdie." I said giving her a hug. "In fact tomorrow we are both taking the day off and we are going to the mall and to the movies."

"Oh boy, then we better get to sleep so tomorrow hurries up and gets here."

"Good idea." I chuckled as I reached over and turned out the lights. I didn't bother to go to my own bed. I knew that Byrdie was shaken from the incident and wanted me to stay with her in her bed.

"Night Khom; you really smell good, he mustn't use that cheap soap like other guys you sell to."

"Goodnight." I sighed wondering what ever I was going to do with Byrdie.

Chapter Four

Even though I figured that it would be the dripping shits, I agreed to see The Smurfs 2 with Byrdie. We had just finished purchasing our popcorn, candy, and drinks when we spotted Myron with a little boy who appeared around six and as eager as Byrdie to go see the Smurfs and a Teen aged boy a few years younger than me who looked as if he just couldn't be bothered. I quickly ushered Byrdie past them before she could say anything to Myron and out him in front of his kids. I could feel Myron's longing stare. I knew that my ass looked good in my Versace skinny jeans.

"You make me fucking sick!" I heard the oldest son say to Myron in disgust as he trudged away from his father and into the theater that was showing Fast and Furious Six. Obviously he either already knew or suspected something about daddy dear's sexual preference.

"Why didn't you and your client speak to each other?" asked Byrdie once we were in the theater.

"Byrdie; discreet in the streets, freak in the sheets."

"Ok; you two didn't want everybody to know he bought your ass last night." Only Byrdie. I had to chuckle, but remind her that we were in a theater full of kids and we could not talk about work. A few minutes later, Myron and his youngest son entered the theater. The little boy who had his father's sleepy eyes appeared elated at the huge bucket of pop corn and the box of Sprees. Myron sat right next to me.

I stared straight ahead at the screen, but he, once the lights were down and his son was as fixated by the computer animated blue people as Byrdie was whispered in my ear "Bathroom" He instructed his son to stay put and not talk to strangers, when he got up. I then saw him go over to the usher and point to his son before exiting the theater. I counted to fifty in my head and got up to go join him.

I had turned enough tricks in movie theater bathrooms to know that Johns always went to the bathrooms on the other side of the theater in order to hook up. Myron was no different. The minute I stepped into the bathroom he seized me by the waist and bent me over the sink.

"I have my sons with me, so we cannot have sex, but I've just got to taste you." He tugged my jeans and under wear just beneath my but cheeks. He spread my ass with his hands and inserted his hot and wonting tongue. I gasped in ecstasy and gripped the sink as his tongue explored the region that his dick had pummeled the night before. His saliva was like a balm meant to heal the abrasions left from his savage cock slam. His tongue was almost as thick as his dick had been the night before and certainly was hell bent on probing just as deep.

"Myron.....Oh Fuck!......Myron" I screeched as I flooded the front of my boxers with cum. Only then did his tongue stop boring through what felt like the very depths of my soul.

"I've gotta get back to my son; call me." He left the bathroom before I had the chance to ask him for his number. I quickly used some paper towels and hand soap to wash my crotch in the sink. I probably should have washed my asshole too, but I wanted to prolong the sensation of his saliva in my ass. When I pulled my pants up, I realized that he had left something in my back pocket. It was a 50 dollar bill and a slip of paper with is cell phone number on it. I smiled. Thinking to myself , "Damn he could have had that one for free." I tucked the money into my wallet with the money he gave me last night.

When I returned to my seat, I could tell right away that Byrdie was not happy. I tried to reach into her pop corn bucket and she snatched it away. Fine! I would let her have her little piss party. I felt too good to even let her bother me.

When the movie was over, Byrdie just wanted to go home instead of going for pizza, her favorite food. She was really warm with me, but didn't say a word about it until the cab let us off at our motel.

She plopped down on her bed and began mindlessly flipping through channels. I sat down beside her and put my arms around her. To my surprise she shoved me to the floor. "Get off me you fucken liar!" her voice was high and shrill. This was the tone it took when she began to spiral out of control. "You said no working today, we were going to hang out and have some fun, but you turned a trick anyway,"

"Byrdie , I didn't intend to."

"Liar!" her voice pierced the air as an ashtray went crashing against the wall. Thank God she had decided not to throw it at me on the floor. When she was having one of these episodes she gained super human strength and deadly aim.

"Byrdie , you have to calm down before you get too upset and somebody calls the cops; you don't want them to put you back in the hospital?"

Byrdie turned crimson and suffered a violent shaking spell. I knew this was her method of getting a hold of herself. Tears poured from her eyes. She didn't protest when I got back onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her.

"I'm so sorry." I apologized. "I didn't mean to upset my Byrdie." Slowly she began to calm down and my peaceful, rational Byrdie began to emerge again.

"He's not a good man, Khom; he had his kids with him and he still did that with you. He couldn't even respect his kids."

"You shouldn't judge people Byrdie."

"My daddy did the same shit; he would fuck other women right in the same room that me and my sister was in. Your client left his little boy alone in the movie theater. Somebody could have hurt him. My daddy left me and my sister alone in a movie theater when I was 11 and my sister was four. He went to go fuck some whore and this man made me ...........he said he'd kill my sister if I didn't......"

"It's ok Byrdie; all of that is behind you now."

"I can tell that you like him Khom; he isn't the man you think he is. He doesn't care about his children."

"Byrdie, he did something wrong, that doesn't mean he doesn't care about his kids. Let's not talk about him anymore. I know that you have to be hungry let's order pizza and find something to watch on TV."

"I'll go place the order ." she said retrieving her cell phone. I never understood why she went to the bathroom just to place an order, but that was Byrdie. The usual she called over her shoulder.

"Yea." I said anticipating the next time that I would hook up with Myron as much as the taste of cold Pepsi and cinnasticks dripping with icing.

Chapter Five

Almost a week had passed since the episode in the movie theater restroom. Tricks came and went(Figuratively and literally), but my mind was captivated by one Myron Chambers. Over the course of six days we got to know each other over long phone conversations late into the night when Byrdie and his sons were asleep. I learned that he was 43 (Good black don't crack!) , divorced and had two sons, Maceo, 17 and Mckeen, 6. He got to spend one week a month with them plus holidays. Myron by trade was a photographer who traveled all over the globe, and had had his work featured in National Geographic as well as Time magazine. He was currently between assignments and living in North Carolina to be closer to his sons.

I learned that Myron's son Maceo did not approve of his sexuality, which caused them to have a strained relationship. In getting to know more about Myron, I secretly wished that there was more to tell him about me; at least something significant. My mother gave birth to me when she was 14. I was a trick baby whose father could have been either Arabian or Latino.

My mama once told me , "I was fucking so many spics and rag heads when I got knocked up with you ain't no telling who shot you in me. At least you got good hair and nice features out the deal."

My mama was an unapologetic whore who was all about the mighty dollar. I admired her for the fact that she did not sugar coat things when I was growing up. "I fuck and suck for a living; we live in a nice neighborhood, I drive a Lexus, and you wear designer clothes and have all the best toys. If any of those little shit kids at school try and fuck with you over what I do; look them in the eye point to what you got on and let them know that their daddies bought it."

Being a whore was pretty much all that I knew, so I spent the majority of our phone conversations listening to and admiring the life that was Myron's. I wanted to be a part of it.


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