Page 5 of Judging Duke

Some called me cocky. I called it confidence.

At sixteen, I’d left home to live with my aunt, and within weeks, at age seventeen, I was forced out onto the streets. Growing up happened quickly.

Those days were never far from my thoughts. They’d made me into the man I was today. Fearless and strong, I took shit from no one. I’d learnt to look after myself with the help of a prostitute I’d met after spending a few nights on the streets.

Very few of my clients knew what I’d gone through to get where I was now. No way I was telling them either.

None of their fucking business.

By now, I’d finished Barbara’s massage. Tempted as I was to slap her arse and tell her she was done, I refrained, handingher a fluffy white robe. I made a hasty retreat behind the screen, remembering the first time I’d worked on her.

She’d hopped off the table, exposing everything before I could make my escape. Her sagging body was more than I’d wanted to see on my first day.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved the human body: the curves, soft skin, tits, and buttocks. I’d never pass up the chance to look at an erect dick either. I’d taken a few in hand while working as a masseur before I realised I’d swapped one sex trade for another.

People paid handsomely for a massage and a happy ending. Ultimately, I was still selling myself. The surroundings were just a little better.

I’d moved on, and until now, nobody had ever propositioned me while on the job, except for Barbara and her straying hands.

“You can come back now, Duke. I’m decent.”

I peered over the screen, my height giving me an advantage. I blew out a breath, noting that she was indeed all covered up.

“How was it for you, Barbara?” I asked, giving her my arm.

She placed a bony, frail hand on my forearm, and I led her out of the room to the lounge where her husband would be waiting.

“Perfect, as always. You have the touch; I’ll give you that. If I was fifty years younger…”

We slowly made our way down the hallway until we arrived at the lounge. I patted her hand as Cyril stood and came towards us. He was spritely for his age, and his still dark hair belied his eighty years. Some people aged well, and Cyril was one of those people.

“I’ve left your usual tip at the desk, Duke. Thank you for looking after my Barbara.” He gazed adoringly at his wife.

Some days, I made more in tips than I did from my monthly pay. I paid attention to my clients. I knew my worth and what most would willingly tip.

Call me mercenary, but a guy had to live, and the money they paid us here wasn’t great.

“It was my pleasure, Cyril. Make sure you look after her.” I winked as I placed her hand in his. They were an adorable couple, but I wasn’t going there.

My next appointment wasn’t for an hour yet. I had enough time to have some lunch in the members’ lounge.

Intrigued by what Cyril could have left, I made my way to the reception desk.

“Holly,” I said, lowering my voice. I leant my arm on the chest-high desk and ran my finger up the arm of the receptionist standing behind it. She was more my age and type. Blonde, petite, and had the prettiest blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes. “How’s my best girl today?”

“All the better for seeing you.” She bit her lip and thrust her tits at me, her low-cut shirt showing just a hint of cleavage, her erect nipples visible in the tight white shirt she wore. I remembered them vividly, the dark-brown areolas stark against her pale skin, and my cock twitched.

“Maybe when you’re done here, we could find a nice, secluded corner, and I could…” I looked around, making sure no one was listening. “Do that thing I know you like.”

“That would be amazing,” she whispered, “but I’m here until late tonight. I doubt I’ll have time to get away. Maybe another day? You know I love that thing you do with your tongue.”

Her pupils widened. Was she as turned on as I was?

“You always taste so sweet, Holly. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I know you didn’t come here just to flirt with me and offer your excellent services. What else did you need?”

“Cyril said he’d left me a tip? Wondered if I could take it.”

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