My heels are killing me, and the humid night air is sticking to my skin like a second layer of desperation I can’t scrub off. I’ve been pacing this same stretch of cracked pavement for hours, my eyes scanning every pair of headlights that rounds the corner. This Phone Sex Mommy is hungry, tired, and looking for a savior with a thick wallet and a dirty mind.
My little ones are back home depending on me, and every empty car that passes feels like a punch to the gut. When your black sedan finally slows down beside the curb, my heart skips a beat. I lean down, pressing my cleavage against the window frame so you get a full view of exactly what your money is buying tonight.
“Hop in,” you say, and I don’t need to be told twice. The leather seat feels like heaven compared to the sidewalk, but I’m not here to relax; I’m here to work. You tell me we’re heading to that low-budget motel down the block, the one with the flickering neon sign and the smell of cheap bleach. I don’t care about the threadbare sheets or the thin walls.
All I care about is the way you’re looking at my thighs and the weight of the cash I know is tucked in your pocket. I’m a professional, a street-walking mommy slut who knows exactly how to make you feel like a king for the right price. Once we’re inside that cramped room, I’m all yours. I’m stripping off my clothes before you can even get your coat off, showing you the body I use to keep my family fed.
I’m slutty, I’m eager, and I’m so damn desperate for that payday that I’ll do anything you ask. Watch me arch my back and moan your name as you take what you paid for. I’m fucking for cash, giving you every inch of my “hooker” persona because I know that’s what gets you off. Every thrust is a dollar closer to a full fridge and a quiet house.
I want you to use me hard. Don’t be gentle with the prostitute you just picked up off the street. I need to feel your strength and your greed as you drive yourself into me. I’m moaning louder now, letting my hunger for the money mix with the raw heat of the moment.
You’re my hero tonight, even if it’s just for an hour in a room that costs forty bucks. When it’s over and you hand me those crumpled bills, I’ll kiss them before I kiss you. I’m Ebony, your favorite local whore, and I’ll be right back on that corner whenever you’re ready to play again.
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