Sheila was too lost in lust to answer. All that came out was a moan that she quickly stifled, hoping Robert couldn't hear them from the bar.
Neal's pace had quickened. He was was breathing heavily and sweating. Sheila felt small drops of sweat fall from his face onto her ass.
Before she could answer, Neal pulled out and pushed the head of his cock against her asshole. She clenched up, fearing that he was going to try to get her to do anal, but then she felt the flood of warm cum. It splattered on her tight pucker and ran down her pussy lips.
With a grunt, Neal emptied himself in her ass crack. Cum flooded her crack and the lips of her twat. Sheila quickly put a hand down to catch the excess before it dripped onto her pants.
"Thanks, I needed that," Neal sighed as he wet his face with water from the sink then toweled off the water and sweat with a paper towel. He grabbed another towel and wiped his dick before stuffing it back in his pants. Then he handed her a paper towel.
Sheila wiped the cum from her ass and her hand. There was so much of it, she felt covered in it. The thought briefly made her hornier. Then she remembered she was at work, and washed her hands in the sink. She Finished cleaning her girl parts as best she could with paper towels as Neal was about to leave.
"Here, for all your hard work," Neal held out a fifty dollar bill. Sheila hesitated, then took the money.
"I'll let the guys know about the great service here," Neal said over his shoulder as he left.
"What the hell, does he think I'm a hooker?" Sheila wondered as she went back to work.
The old businessmen thanked her again and left. Robert had come back and was busy behind the bar. Sheila had worried that he would be able to see the guilt on her face, but he never said anything. She spent the rest of her shift afraid that she had missed some of Neal's cum, and was self conscious the rest of the evening.
Her fears were unfounded though, as the rest of the evening was uneventful, and once home she saw her clothes were spotless. She had told her husband that she felt grimy from working and excused herself to take a shower. She was afraid that Kyle would suspect something, but he was as trusting as ever.
They had a simple dinner, made small talk, and watched a movie before bed. Kyle fell asleep quickly and Sheila was left replaying the days events in her head. She even risked rubbing her clit a bit, but was tired and went to sleep before anything came of it.
The next few days at work were business as usual. Sheila had almost forgot the events of Monday. There was surprisingly little guilt, which almost concerned her, and even the arousal of the events began to fade. Then on Friday as she was waiting on customers, an older gentleman in a nice suit stopped her as she dropped off his gin and tonic.
"Are you Sheila?" The man had cold steely grey eyes, and grey hair to match. There was a sharp attractiveness to him though. He appeared to be late 40's or young 50's. His clothes and hair were all well groomed.
Sheila wondered where she might know him from, or how he knew her. "Yes I am," she smiled through her confusion.
The man seemed to pick up on her nervousness. "I'm William. Neal suggested this place to me," He smiled, showing his perfect teeth.
Sheila almost dropped her serving tray. She had feared Neal had thought of her as a hooker, and apparently he had!
William noticed her shock and tried to calm her down, "Relax darling, it's OK," He reached in his pocket and pulled out a full money clip. "I'm sure you aren't a professional, but Neal made me think that I could still persuade you."
He set twenty dollars down on the table.
"That's for the drink. You keep the change. I'm going back to my room upstairs. Room 303. If you think Neal may be right, stop by. If not, then I won't bother you ever again."
William stood up, tossed back his drink, and left without another word. Sheila was lost between anger and lust. How dare they treat her as a prostitute. Yet part of her was very excited by the possibility. She grabbed the twenty and went back to work.
At the end of her shift she was still on the fence about what to do. William was polite enough, and seemed very handsome for an older man. Plus he had a lot of money. She should probably just go home, but the thrill of selling herself was clouding her judgement.
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