Billy sat in his car, counting what little cash he had left. He had been here every night for the past week and distantly wondered how much longer he could avoid his landlord. He was two months behind on his rent, but this... this was more important.
"Forty-nine and ninety-eight, ninety-nine... come on, you... I know there's another one here somewhere... yes!" At last, he withdrew his hand from between the seats and found the last cent he needed. Beaming at the lucky penny through his bleary, bloodshot eyes, he knew, tonight's the night.
Billy scurried quickly to the door, glancing at his phone to check the time. Two more minutes.
He stood anxiously in the alley, his feet shuffling and his forehead beginning to sweat. Finally, the nondescript door opened and the wiry old man squinted out at him.
"You here early again," he grumbled. Billy could never quite place the old man's accent beyond "eastern European," but he always had the same gruff, bored tone.
"Yeah, sorry," Billy spoke in a swift, rambling manner as he hurriedly placed the crumpled bills and loose change into the old man's weathered hands. "Is she here? Did she come back?" He was practically shaking while trying to crane his neck past the curtains and into the darkness.
"Who knows..." the old man grumbled, counting the coins with an annoyed expression. Turning to put the money away, Billy swept by him without another word.
The building was dark, the air thick with a musk that never dissipated. The old concrete floor was cracked and stained. There were old rope lights set into the baseboard corners of the floor, only somewhat functional but casting just enough red, dim, flickering light to denote where the hall turned and branched.
Billy's palms were soaked, his breathing harried as he hurried down the path he had come to know only too well. Passing by several rooms until the hallway turned left, he came at last to his target.
The room was vast; what once must have been some kind of storeroom or shared office space had long been stripped of shelves, furniture or cubicles. Instead, it held a different kind of gloryhole. Legs clad in various stockings, garters and fishnets stuck through the walls at chest height; some crossed and relaxed, others already spread and waiting.
Billy took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of so many aroused vulvas. He imagined that he could pick up her scent from here and would somehow follow it straight to her, but as always, the musky aroma was overwhelming and he moved to the left-hand wall and began his hunt for The One.
He reached the first pussy and, taking a deep whiff, made his first long, wide-tongued lick from the bottom to the top, flicking the tip over her clit. Even as the mystery lady before him "hmm'd" in appreciation, Billy knew... this wasn't The One.
Moving to his right, he caressed the smooth thighs crossed over each other as they spread. Billy dove straight in, lapping intently at the soft, wet folds. Musky with a slight tang, but not The One he was looking for.
The next woman had a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair and a heady aroma. Billy licked her eagerly, savoring her tangy, aromatic arousal. He hesitated here, pressing his mouth tightly to her lips and suckling her clit. Pressing his tongue into the entrance of her sex, he found that yet again, this was not her.
Giving his face half a swipe with his hand, he came to the next. A full bush with large, puffy lips, he suspected that this was not his prize, but sampled her just to be safe. As he suspected she, while tantalizing, was not The One.
On he searched, slowly making his way around the room. Towards the middle, he came across one with sharp stilettos and long, slender legs. Her flavor was more subtle, lacking the hints of deep arousal. A perfect palate cleanser. When he found himself with a pussy whose taste was closer to The One, he would quickly move to Stilettos to begin with a fresh start to know for sure.
Three times Billy felt almost certain. Three times he hurried back to those sharp stilettos before tasting again. And three times, he came up disappointed. He had just reached the far right-hand corner when he saw others start to enter. Time was of the essence and his chances grew slimmer. Halfway back to the door, he was growing desperate, that little voice scolding him for wasting his time and his rapidly dwindling money.
She wasn't here; just like she wasn't here last night or the night before. Even as he licked and tasted and their arousal ran down his chin, he began to despair. This would be the last night he came here, he told himself. The disappointment was too much for any man to bear. Though he knew he was in too deep for that. He was addicted to The One.
His hope and sanity nearly gone and with only two chances left, Billy pressed a kiss to a soft inner thigh and prayed to... whoever might be out there that he could find his obsession or be freed from her spell. Without hope, he took a lap of the nectar before him.
The sounds of soft moans and wet lapping faded away. Could it be? After all his searching, had he found her at last? Another taste. Euphoria at last!
Wrapping his forearms around her thighs, Billy slurped at the heavenly pussy he had longed for. Every cell in his body was on fire; every neuron firing at maximum. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, but more than anything, he wanted to glue his mouth to her pussy and never let go.
Billy had no idea how long he stood there, worshipping The One. All he counted was her orgasms; every time her legs spasmed or clamped around his head, every spurt of her musky nectar across his face. He was drenched with her exquisite cum, running down his throat and staining his shirt. He neither noticed nor cared. It was the nirvana of that second hit after waiting so long from the first.
His cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the denim, but he never once considered reaching down to adjust himself or attempt some kind of relief. All his thoughts were of her. Not even her pleasure; just of getting that fix. Tasting her as deeply and for as long as he could. Billy couldn't stop until it happened.
A hand grasped his hair and a voice - her voice! - begged him to stop. "Please, I need a minute. Just... wait," she said breathlessly.
Billy stood, frozen. It wasn't unusual for the women behind the walls to speak, but hearing The One speak directly to him made him shudder. Her hand brushed his hair, stroking his head and cheek as she moaned softly.
He knew the rules. He knew that anonymity was of the utmost importance, but he had to take a chance.
"Could... could I see you? Outside, I mean. Could... I've never... please, let me... do this more." His ears felt hot and he hated himself for asking. In a moment, she was going to pull away and disappear behind the wall. The old man or someone else would arrive and throw him out. He had reached for the stars and had instead flown too close to the sun. He would be banned and never taste her again.
"That's against the rules, baby," she said softly. Billy's heart fell. She was gentle, but he knew it was over. She would tell him something to placate as she pressed whatever panic button to have security - "But... that mouth of yours is incredible. So..." she paused. "Maybe we can work something out." Her hand disappeared for a few moments before reappearing with a small peice of paper. "Now go home, baby. It's almost time for me to go, anyway."
With that, her lower body retracted back through the wall and a divider slid down between them.
Billy couldn't read the paper in the dark building, so he straightened up, adjusted the crick in his neck, and made his way to his car. There, under the weak glow of his dim cabin light, he read a hastily-jotted note and trembled.
Tmrw night
10pm
Seahorse motel
Rm 9
X
