Free Mr Tongue by JK Honeycutt Page A

t's now or never , takin g a deep breath to keep from chickening out.
    When he finally spoke, in a low voice, he said, "I am here looking for women who might be interested in hiring me for some …uh… companionship."
    Her eyes twinkled and widened , "Oh, really? Does that mean women will pay you to spend time talking to them here in the bar?"
    "Not exactly. They would …uh… pay me for any services they might require a man to fulfill." Matthew said, emphasizing his words with a lustful glance at her breasts.
    A look of realization spread across her face. "Uhhmmm...is that l ike a gigolo?" she said hesitantly with one eyebrow cocked .
    "Yes," h e answered, hoping she wouldn’t freak out .
    Half e xpect ing her to tell him off and leave at that point , he held his breath waiting for her angry words but instead she continued to sit there. She seemed to be thinking as t he silence between them stretched on to the point of being awkward. He wished he had kept his mouth shut about being a gigolo.
    The n she suddenly turned on her stool, facing him and crossing her long slender legs. Her short black skirt slowly inched up her thighs as she tapped her right foot against his stool while staring at him. Forcing himself to watch her eyes instead of her breasts, he followed her gaze as she studied his mouth and then dropped her eyes to evaluate his body.
    “Stand up,” she said.
    “Why?”
    “Show me what you’ve got to offer. I want to see your butt,” she giggled, taking a swig of her drink and signaling the bartender for another one.
    As he drained his drink and ordered another, h e wondered why she would need the services of a gigolo with her looks, body and obvious class. Unable to resist an opportunity that might lead to sex; he did as she asked standing and turning his backside toward her.
    “Very nice,” she said reaching over and giving his ass a squeeze.
    His mouth fell open when she asked , "How much would you charge me for one night of your services?"
    He just gawked. She had caught him off guard. He didn't know what to say because he never thought he’d find a willing woman that would pay . She took his silence for mistrust,
    "I'm not a cop, if that's what you ’ r e worried about, " sticking out her hand , "My name is Sasha "
    Shaking her hand , he responded, "I'm Matt ."
    She tipped her head back, and laughed. "Are you sure you're a gigolo? That doesn't sound like a name one would use."
    He snickered and said, "I am kind of new at this. I didn't think about getting a nickname. Maybe I need a porn star name like Long Dong Silver . "
    Sasha laughed as she looked him up and down, and then said , "How about calling your self Mr. Tongue ?"
    When Matthew finally quit laughing, he said, "Why would I want to call myself that?"
    Leaning close to him, looking him straight in the eye , in a sultry voice, she whispered, "Most women are in dire need of a man who knows how to use his tongue and isn't afraid to use it. I could get you a lot of customers. I am willing to pay for your services tonight. All you have to do is bring me to orgasm one time and I will pay you for a whole nights work. I know lots of women, whose husbands don't satisfy them , if you ’ r e interested."
    He thoug ht about it for half a second as hi s twitching cock told him the answer. "Sou nds like a deal to me."
    They spent the next ten minutes haggling over the price while they finished their drinks, settling on her paying him $250 if she orgasmed, $1 25 if not. . Matthew thought he had misheard her when she named the amount she agreed to pay.
    If I could make that kind of money every night, and have sex with several different women, I would be o ut of debt in less than a year , he thought .
    Sasha decided she wanted to get a hotel room, leading the way in her BMW. During the drive, Matthew's stomach rumbled nervous ly, knowing he had to perform well to get paid the big bucks . Somehow he managed to stay calm pulling up to the curb behind her car