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Valentina Reyes

 

The wallet was heavy in my hand, a solid weight that felt like victory as I slipped away from the Rockefeller crosswalk. I didn't look back never look back. The crowd swallowed me whole, bodies bumping, voices blending into white noise. My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear, but from the rush. The thrill of it all. One quick brush, one dip of my fingers, and I was $300 richer, maybe more.I ducked into a side alley off 48th, leaning against the brick wall to catch my breath. The city hummed around me horns blaring, a vendor shouting about hot pretzels. I flipped open the leather, my fingers steady now. Crisp bills, a few hundred. Credit cards I'd ditch. And then... the black one. Matte, no name, no numbers just that gold line shimmering like a promise. I turned it over, felt the smooth surface under my thumb. Limitless. The word echoed in my head.A small smile tugged at my full lips. This could be big. Food for a week. A real shower. Maybe even a night off the streets. But I pushed the thought down. Scores were scores. No dreaming. Dreams got you caught.

 

I tucked the wallet into my bra, the leather warm against my breasts, and kept moving. Blended back into the flow of Midtown, heading toward a discount boutique on 34th Street. The sun beat down, sweat trickling between my thighs, but I felt alive. In control. For a few minutes, at least.The boutique was quiet racks of clothes, a bored salesgirl scrolling her phone. I grabbed three dresses off the rack red, black, emerald each one tight and low cut, the kind that would hug my curves and make men look twice at Eclipse. Lingerie next, black lace thong and bra set that would lift my heavy tits and disappear between my ass cheeks. Heels. Perfume to mask the alley stink.At the counter, I handed over the black card. Heart skipped a beat as the machine beeped. Approved and No questions asked I carried the bags out, the weight a reminder of the score,my Next stop was a midtown hotel,The Dann Carlton.

 

I swiped the card again at the front desk for Room 407 king bed, city view. Cash alias, no ID. The clerk handed over the keycard without a second glance.Up in the room, I locked the door and dropped the bags. Stripped down in the bathroom, turned on the shower hot as it would go. Steam filled the air. I stepped under the spray, letting water pound my skin, washing away the day's grime. Soaped my body slow ,hands over my breasts, pinching nipples until they hardened, down my waist, between my thighs. My pussy was wet from the heat, fingers slipping easy as I cleaned myself. No rush. Just the relief of feeling clean for once.i Dried off and I slipped into the red dress. It fit like a second skin clinging to my full lips' curve in the mirror, no, to my body's curves. Breasts spilling a little over the neckline, ass round and high in the heels. I looked... powerful. Not like the girl who'd slept in an alley last night.My stomach growled.

 

I ordered room service steak, potatoes, wine. Swiped the card again. Ate slow at the small table by the window, savoring every bite. The wine warmed me and loosened the knot in my chest.By evening, I was lounging on the bed, heels kicked off, when my burner buzzed.it was Rosa, Booking tomorrow night. Eclipse, 10 p.m. High roller. Mask on. You in?I stared at the screen, thumb hovering. Eclipse. The place where it all started. Where I learned to take control. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed back,I will be there.I set the phone down, leaned back against the pillows. The room was quiet, just the hum of the city below. But the text stirred something,a memory I tried to keep buried. Three years ago. The night everything changed.

 

I was nineteen, barely holding on after my aunt kicked me out. No money, no home, crashing on friends' couches until they got tired of me. Rosa found me in a diner, crying over cold coffee. "You got the looks, mija," she'd said. "Men pay for that. But do it my way mask on, your rules. First client's on me. Easy money."I was nervous as hell. Stomach in knots all day, pacing the tiny borrowed room. Bathed in a public sink at the library, scrubbing until my skin was raw. Dressed in a simple black dress tight, but nothing fancy.my Mask in place lace over my eyes, leaving my full lips free. I acted confident in the mirror, practicing lines. "I'm in charge." But my hands shook the whole subway ride to Williamsburg.Eclipse was darker than I imagined with red lights, heavy bass, men in suits eyeing the room like predators. I stood at the bar, heart racing, pretending to sip water like I belonged.

 

He approached first. Tall, broad, dark hair. he was Masked too leather, shadowing his eyes. Suit sharp, but something raw about him, like he'd just come from a fight. i approached him "You are new" "first time,you? "his voice low, Italian accent thick.I straightened, forced a smile. "im the one asking questions tonight"he named a number. High. Too high for a first timer. I named higher acting cool, he paid cash upfront with no hesitation,but my knees were jelly as we left for the hotel across the street.the Suite was Dim, Door locked.I pushed him against the wall ,my plan was to take control as practised "I'm in charge tonight," I said, voice steadier than I felt.He let me, for a moment. Hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscle under the shirt. Then he flipped us and pinned me to the wall, gentle but firm. "Not tonight," he growled, lips brushing my ear.

 

Panic spiked as i was nervous, but heat flooded my pussy anyway. Wetness already soaking my thong. He unzipped my dress slow, exposing my skin. Cupped my heavy breasts, thumbs circling nipples until they hardened, aching. "Perfect," he whispered, like a prayer.I moaned soft and needy. His mouth on my neck, sucking and biting lightly. I arched into him, nervousness melting into want. He dropped to his knees, hiked the dress up and spread my thighs. he Inhaled my scent that was raw, feminine. Traced the crescent moon birthmark with his tongue, then dove in flat licks over my clit, fingers parting my folds. I was wet, dripping, and he lapped it up like he was starving."Yes... oh god," I gasped, hands in his hair. He sucked my clit, fingers curling inside me ,i was tight, so tight. I felt the stretch, the burn, but it was good.

 

it was Emotional like he knew me, like this was meant to be, He worshipped me, tongue flicking, sucking, until I shattered my pussy clenching, wetness flooding his mouth. My first real orgasm, waves crashing, moans high and breaking.He stood, kissed me ,i tasted myself on his lips. I undid his belt and freed his dick,it was thick, veined and hard ,i Wrapped my full lips around the head, sucked slow, tongue swirling. He groaned deep, guttural and vibrating through me. I took him deeper, gagging slightly, eyes watering behind the mask. "So good," he murmured, hand gentle in my hair.He lifted me, legs around his waist, laid me on the bed.he Stripped me fully, worshipped every inch of me ,kissing my full lips, sucking nipples until I arched, hands palming my round ass, spreading me to tease with a finger. "Please," I begged, voice trembling. Nervous but ready.

 

He positioned himself and rubbed the head against my wet pussy,he Pushed in slow. The burn stretching and filling. I gasped, nails raking his back. He froze halfway. "You okay?""Yes... don't stop." He thrust deeper, bottoming out. We moved slow then faster. Emotional and intense like lovers, souls connecting. His groans filled the room, raw and addictive. I clenched around his dick, wetness coating us both. He flipped me, took me from behind, hand on my clit. "Mine," he growled."Yes... yours." I came again, pussy pulsing, moaning wishing i knew his name to scream. He followed, filling me deep,we Collapsed breathless and tangled. He held me close, masks on, bodies wet and spent. I felt alive, seen.when Morning came I woke first,the Sheets were bloodied and my virginity gone.He was still sleeping,the scar on his hip was fresh and red,new. I dressed, left quiet.i left him a rose from the vase,i donno why,maybe a thank you. His scent lingered sandalwood, amber, gun oil.I've searched for that feeling since and Never found it.

 

Back in the hotel room, I shook the memory. Three years. Why now?I curled under the sheets, the black card on the nightstand.Tomorrow, more.But that scar... that scent... lingered in my dreams and only if i can fuck him one last time...