Confessions of a West Palm Slut – Daylight Fading (Chapter 9)

It was nine o’clock on a Thursday evening. I was bored and drunk and had sat in the chair outside my apartment, hoping to people watch. The apartment complex was eerily quiet since the landlord raised the rent two months ago. I was disappointed, and only a now nearly empty pack of cigarettes was around to keep me company.  

Not that anyone would want to keep me company, given my current state. My hair was now dirty blond as I could not afford to visit my stylist. I had lost weight – about ten pounds in the last two weeks – but still wasn’t happy with my body. I was braless in a grey tank top, and I could feel the sagging of my 36C breasts – an event I had hoped would wait until I was well into my thirties. My nipples were showing through the grey fabric, but at this point, I didn’t care. I was poor and tired and craving just about any drink or pill I could find.  

Javier walked around the corner carrying a plate covered with tin foil. He had made a habit of bringing me meals once or twice a week after his wife Sonia left for work. It wasn’t healthy food, but it was free, and at this point, that was more important than nutrition. Perhaps it wasn’t exactly free on second thought. Even though Javier never asked for anything in return, he knew that each time he brought me food, he got a blow job. It was a Pavlov’s dog but with fellatio.  

Javier sat down and placed the plate on the ground at the foot of the chair, before pulling out his own pack of cigarettes and lighting one.  

“It has been way too quiet around here since people started moving out,” Javier said to me after exhaling rings of smoke.

“How many people moved out?” I asked.

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“Four families so far and two more next month. Rent has just gotten too high for families living here.”

“I know,” I followed up, “I may have to move out soon myself.”

I wasn’t lying. I had no job, and the money I had saved up was being spent at an unsustainable clip. Without a job, I would need to find a cheaper place to live.

Javier finished his cigarette and flicked it into the grass.  

“Should we put this in the fridge?” Javier asked, picking up the plate of food. 

“Sure,” I replied, knowing full well why we were going inside.

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Javier placed the plate on the kitchen counter and followed me to my room. It had become a familiar dance at this point. Javier pulled his pants down and sat on the foot of my bed as I knelt down and “thanked” him for the food. I liked Javier and found that my intentions for blowing him had moved from sheer boredom and loneliness at first to showing my appreciation for food and giving him what I knew his wife wasn’t.  

He always got extremely hard, extremely quick and for me, that was always a confidence booster. It didn’t matter to me if it was a ripped guy like David or Duke or a, now, fairly obese guy like Javier. The reaction of the penis was always the same and always paramount. It showed an attraction to me and an acceptance. Men could say and act however they wanted. They could be as tough and as macho as their insecurities forced them to be. But the penis… the penis never lies. And if the penis liked me, then I was confident the man did too.

I heard the familiar heavy breathing as I sucked Javier’s dick faster and faster. It was a great size for sucking, if not a bit small, but our arrangement was more about the appreciation than the visual appearance of Javier or his dick for me.  

I felt him pulse, and yet another thick load filled my mouth. I slid my mouth to the base of his cock and swallowed a few times until his tank was empty. I looked up at him as he patted my head and hair again like a trainer to his puppy.

“Have you talked to Sonia lately?” he asked.

“No. I typically try to avoid her because… you know,” I said, motioning my head to his penis.

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“You should. She had told me she might have a job for you. Her friend cleans houses over in Flamingo Park. One of the families just lost their nanny and needs another one asap.”

“Thank you, Javier,” I said, still kneeling before him with his now soft cock in my hand. “You’re always so sweet to me.”

A hot meal and a job lead. More than a fair trade in my mind.

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