Her Last Trick (2 page)

Soon she heard the mark grunt.

He took her head in both his hands and began
rocking his hips. His fingers splayed in her short, punky hair.
Jenna knew what was about to happen. If she felt a little
trepidation for what she was about to receive, she no longer felt
self-conscious about her hair. She soon found herself wishing he
would just do it. Wishing he would go in her mouth, just as he’d
said he would. She promised herself she would at least taste
it.

And just as Jenna made this promise, she . . .
got her wish!

She felt the first splash of his juice at the
back of her throat. It went down before she could stop it. Before
she could even taste it. She felt some disappointment, but she
didn’t have to wait long for a second chance. Another warm stream
jetted into her mouth. She repositioned his cock and let his semen
pool on her tongue.

He grunted and milked himself.

With his cock in her mouth, she watched his
abdomen seize and release. She noted the way his tummy contracted
in synchronization with the fresh sprays he added to her mouth.
Soon he slowed his writhing, stopped his squirts.

With a noisy slurp, Jenna removed his cock. She
looked at him, her eyes wide. Her mouth filled with his warm, salty
cum.

“You don’t have to—”

Jenna lowered her head and worked the muscles in
her throat. She swallowed it all. Looking back up, she gasped. She
rubbed her palms on the legs of his pants.

He made a lusty growl deep in his chest.

Jenna remained on her knees, panting. She
continued to kneel to give herself time to think. She knelt to come
to terms with what she had just done.

I sucked a cock. I swallowed a mouthful of
cum.

Jenna felt a warm pride blossoming in her chest.
She’d finally done it.

For two hundred dollars
.

She felt the fat lump of bills stuffed in her
shorts and thought:
I’m a whore.

Jenna winced. She bit her lip.

A cocksucking whore.

She swallowed to temper the taste in her mouth.
She watched as he began assembling his pants. Suddenly his head
jerked violently forward.

Jenna quickly sat back on her haunches.

The mark toppled forward, his arms rising to
protect his head. Dale was on him, peppering his kidneys and head
with hard thudding blows. Scrambling to safety, Jenna watched the
two men go to war. She cringed when the mark connected with her
brother’s head.

But then Dale threw the big man over his
shoulder, and Jenna felt a pang of something in her chest. She’d
never felt anything for a mark before. He was on the ground,
doubled over, his head locked between Dale’s powerful arms.

Jenna stepped forward.

The mark’s eyes were clenched, his face bright
red with exertion. She could see a huge vein throbbing in his
forehead. She reached out to him with the tips of her fingers. His
eyes popped open. He looked as if he wanted to say something to
her. Jenna tilted her head. She moved as close as she dared.

For a moment, he had the most peaceful
expression.

And then his eyes lost focus.

He noisily exhaled.

His eyes closed and his body went limp.

Dale groaned with relief. He relaxed his grip.
The big man’s head lolled forward, then pitched back. Jenna caught
it in both her hands, a big, sweaty melon. As Dale extricated
himself from his opponent, she lowered the mark’s head to the
blacktop. She retrieved his shirt and used it as a pillow, nestling
his head into the soft folds.

Dale was breathing hard, rifling the mark’s
pants pockets.

“Nothing,” Dale said. “He has no money.”

Jenna reached into her jeans. Grabbing the wad
of bills, she gave it to Dale. “He has no other money?” she
asked.

Ignoring her question, Dale asked: “You okay?
Did he . . .”

Jenna averted her eyes.

“I got stopped by the cops coming out the bar,”
Dale said. He began counting the money in his hands. He sounded
defensive, he sounded guilty. He had blood on his lip, and he wiped
it with the back of his hand.

Jenna looked at her mark.

He’d had two hundred dollars. He’d given it all
her to her, just because she’d asked. She brushed a bit of dirt
from his forehead. He’d thought she was worth it.

“Jenna,” Dale said, his voice sharp.

She looked at her brother.

“Did he . . .” Dale’s eyes blazed. He searched
for the right words. “
Hurt you
?” He wanted to know if the
mark had stuck his cock in her mouth.

She had a salty taste that started at the back
of her throat and went all the way to her core. The mark’s fly was
open and she could see the print on his boxer shorts. She rested
her hand on his sculpted chest. She felt it rise, felt it fall.

“Dale,” she said evenly. She didn’t know how to
begin.

Dale lunged forward, grabbing the mark by the
neck and cocking his fist back, but Jenna threw herself over the
man’s unconscious body, pressing his head between her small
breasts.

She glared at her brother. “Dale!” she
hissed.

Dale made a low animal growl deep in his throat.
Twisting his face, he gritted his teeth and made an obscene grin.
He turned and punched the brick wall, his fist landing with a dull
thud.

He punched the wall three more times in rapid
succession, punctuating each blow with an ugly grunt.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Jenna said.

She gently returned the mark’s head to the
makeshift pillow, got to her feet and then strode down the alley.
Her chest welled with emotion. She swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed but the mark’s salty taste remained.

“Jenna,” Dale called, trying to keep his voice
low.

She heard him padding after her. He grabbed her
arm and spun her around.

“I’m staying here” she said.

She pulled her arm from his grip.

“This shit hole?” Dale asked. “Do you even know
where you are?”

Jenna spun on her heel, giving Dale her
back.

“Keep the money,” she said, moving purposefully
toward the street. “It’s two hundred dollars,” she called out
proudly over her shoulder.

Turning the corner, she made her way back toward
town. The night was dark and she was dressed to pick up men. The
brackish taste in her mouth would not relent. The streetlights cast
lonely pools of light. She found herself on a deserted stretch of
road, used car lots and fields of dandelion on one side, the dark
remnants of some sort of mill stretching out into the distance on
the other.

A pale van pulled up to her, one of its
cylinders tapping nosily as it inched alongside her. The driver
leaned over, rolled the passenger window down.

“Did he hurt you?” Dale asked.

Jenna stopped. The van came to a halt with a
squeal.

She hugged her arms. Refused to look inside the
cabin of the vehicle.

“Look,” Dale said. “I’m sorry I was late.”

“He didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t
already want done,” Jenna said.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She kept
her face away from Dale. Didn’t want to look him in the eye. Didn’t
want to see his disappointment.

“It’s my fault,” Dale said. “I was late.”

His voice was soft.

He was trying, but he still didn’t get it.

“I can’t work with you anymore Dale.” Jenna
sighed. “I’m staying here.” She didn’t exactly know where here was,
but it was going to be home for a while.

“Okay,” Dale said. “We’ll stay here, then. . .
Together.”

She looked at him. Keeping her face even, she
asked: “Find real jobs?”

“Sure,” Dale said. “Ma would have liked it that
way.”

Jenna kicked her boot against the van’s rusty
fender. Standing along the side of the lonely road, she didn’t say
anything. She loved her big brother.

She grinned and then it was over. She climbed
into the passenger seat.

They drove in silence.

Soon Dale pulled to the side of the road. He
pointed to a roadside sign: WELCOME TO CARNAL. In smaller print,
just below it read:
Enjoy your stay!

“Looks like we’re in Carnal,” Dale said.

The van sputtered, then died. The headlights
dimmed.

“I’m sure we’ll enjoy our stay,” Jenna laughed.
“Can we stop somewhere and get me something to drink?” she
asked.

No matter how much she swallowed, she still had
the taste of the mark’s juice in her mouth. She recalled how his
stomach muscles had contracted with each flush of fresh semen, her
own moment of indecision with his warm cum pooled in her mouth.
Sometimes you made one small choice and then it echoed endlessly
into the night, an irreversible change of course, marked only by
the moon and the distant stars above.

Dale cranked the engine.

In the dim light of the dash, Jenna watched her
brother drive her into this small town. He wouldn’t hesitate to cut
down any man who tried to hurt her. There was a benefit to having
such an invincible protector.

She swallowed again, licking her lips.

But there was also a cost.

She found herself warming to the briny taste in
her mouth.

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