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It had been that way for a year now.
    He was a forty-something Navy veteran who made a run for a New York congressional seat but lost. He was dark and tall and solid, well over two hundred fifty pounds with a low Afro. He was breathing hard, inhaling and exhaling loudly, as if it were her hands around his burly neck.
    The kinky goings-on happened in the sixth floor suite at the Roosevelt Hotel on East Forty-Fifth and Madison in midtown Manhattan. Midori had hailed a cab from her Upper East Side apartment to meet him at 8:30 p.m., even though she had a 9:30 scheduled through Lip Service. She had already picked up the key to the room for that appointment, which was two floors up. The understanding was that he expected her to be waiting upon his arrival, dressed like a naughty librarian.
    Though it was in the forties outside, to her it felt like a sauna in the room. The blades of the overhead fan spun in overdrive to subdue Midori’s sweat, but failed. She’d put a menstrual cup deep inside of her pussy to stop the flow of her period. Being that time of the month didn’t make it any better, but she couldn’t let her menstruation get in the way of her money. This wasn’t about her pussy, anyway. She tried to stay cool, playing along, thinking if she sped up the thrill, he’d speed up his happy ending and she could be done. “Tighter,” she said with a fake grunt, trying to make it seem as though his grip was more of a strain than it actually was. It was her attempt to take his bondage fetish into high gear.
    “Look at you. You like that shit. Being choked.” He looked wildly excited.
    She lay there on her back with a wildflower tattoo on her big toe, totally nude upon the sheets of the queen bed, smack-dab in the middle of a client’s choking fantasy. Her freshly shaven landing strip went to waste. Her full breasts and oversized nipples were ignored. Tonight, he needed to scare her. Push the limits.
    Midori breathed harder and deeper, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Just as her heart began to accelerate, she forced the secret word from her lips. “When.”
    He kept on.
    She clenched her teeth and grabbed his thick wrists. Her eyes bugged. “When, dammit.”
    He stared at her like he was deaf.
    “Bailey. Let go.” Her elongated words were smashed by her tightening mouth. Her nerves were elevated.
    He moved his gargantuan hands from around her throat and grabbed his stiff penis, choking it quickly and frantically. Her fear was his turn-on. “I’m about to shoot this on your belly. And then lick it off.”
    She rubbed her aching neck and watched him prepare for his jack-off.
    His grunts sounded like a surefire heart attack awaited him, and his breathing sounded like a full-blown asthma attack would join in. He was a sight for sore eyes.
    Midori braced herself as he adjusted the tip of his penis to her stomach. She watched his spill, feeling the warmth upon her skin. He released the last drop and leaned down to her, placing his mouth at her stomach, lapping up his own sperm.
    The money made her ask, “You like that, don’t you?” cheering him on. But she wondered what happened to him to make him enjoy the taste of his own salty seed.
    He licked his lips.
    Her stomach growled. She morphed herself into sitting back against the headboard. And then she watched him as he made his way to the bathroom. In her mind she was shaking her head. He was odd and she wasn’t totally shocked. She’d seen his fetish side too many times before. But what amazed her most was why she returned, even after he pushed the limits time and time again.
    She asked louder so he could hear her, “Why’d you tell my boss that I tore up the room because you wouldn’t give me more money?”
    “Because you did.”
    “I did not, Bailey, and you know it.”
    “You did.”
    “Whatever.” She again soothed her neck with her hand. “She already won’t book you. Don’t push your luck,” she warned him.
    “You know you wanna