Only At Night update

She did. Hal brought us two tall glasses of water, then said he had to use the bathroom and disappeared for the rest of the night. I kept up the agony aunt routine with Margo, holding her hand, giving her more tissues, giving her all the reactions she hoped for in her rant. It mollified her somewhat to have me backing up all her emotions, and she slowly started to sober up, smiling at me like we were best friends.

Margo had been not quite a prostitute, but not quite a girlfriend either. She and Armstrong had come to some arrangement where he could dial her up, take her out for a night on the town, usually present her with a gift or at least go shopping with her, and at the end of the date, it was understood that he’d get some action. 

She had a real job, selling perfume, and she seemed to have some level of fondness for Armstrong, so it wasn’t all a sugar daddy thing. I didn’t know what it was, really. Maybe all the sex and gifts kept it casual, kept some distance between them to the point where they could be comfortable. I was guessing Margo was as uneasy with the notion of her Prince Charming being Chris Armstrong as Chris was with his longest lasting relationship being a floozy with fading looks and her hand out.

Then he’d seemed to lose interest in her. It’d used to be they’d go on their dates anywhere from one to three times a week. Then it became once a week. Once every two weeks. Once a month. During their time together, Armstrong was distant, distracted, at times uninterested, even in the sex. It was like Margo had become an obligation to him. As crazy as it sounded, she thought there was another woman for the nerd.

I tried not to let my ears perk up. This sounded like your classic gold digger. Some chick got her hooks into Armstrong, strung him along, then turned him on to robbing Thana for her. Maybe it was too cliché to be real, but it was the first thing that seemed solid I had been able to turn up.

By then, though, Antoni’s was closing down. The bartender showed up to shoo us off. I agreed, dropping a twenty in the tip jar to make up for how we hadn’t been knocking back shots like good customers. Margo wrapped herself in a coat that actually covered all the come-and-get-it clothes she had on underneath. 

It actually made her look more alluring—like she might be naked under her Burberry coat, or wearing nothing but lingerie. The clothes she did wear were too trashy to fit her natural beauty. She ended up being the hottest woman at a monster truck rally.

I volunteered to walk her home, eager to pick her brain some more. She seized my hand as she accepted my offer. I guess she’d gotten to like the feel of it as we talked.

“So, this other woman—do you know who she is?”

“Nah. Not really.” Margo hiccupped. She’d gotten most of the tears out, but she still seemed to have some emergency reserves. “What, do you think I care? I don’t care.”

“Okay,” I said. She was distracted. I stopped us both at a crosswalk so we could wait for the light.

“I don’t care,” Margo repeated. “Fuck ‘im. He doesn’t know a good thing? After two years, he doesn’t know a good thing? My friends, they get married after seeing a guy for two years. My sister, she got married after dating for eight months. Eight! And he didn’t buy her nothing, no jewels, no pearl necklaces, no fur coats…”

“They’ll probably get divorced,” I reasoned. With the Walk sign lit up, I led Margo across the street. She burrowed into my side, content to let me lead like we were dancing.

“Yeah… I did follow Chris around once,” Margo said. “Just because I was worried about him. I thought he might be on drugs or in trouble with bookies or something—I could help him out if it were that. But no. He was just with some slut.”

Eureka. “Are you sure it wasn’t all a big misunderstanding? Maybe the girl was his sister or something.”

“Oh no. This wasn’t the kind of girl that’s anyone’s sister. She was all round—not tall, but very round. Not her belly, though. Tiny little belly, so she had these great big tits—and this skirt you couldn’t even see from her knees, and this real loose blouse that barely touched her boobs, but when it did touch them, it was like a... You could see the points and everything… I think she was a vampire.”

I blinked and tried to hide my surprise. “Really? What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know. Just the way he was with her—fawning over her and giggling over her and—he wasn’t like that with me,” Margo concluded miserably. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “You wanna come up?”

“Okay, sure,” I said, reasoning that I might need to ask her some more questions. The friendlier I could get with her, the better. It was pretty much a matter of life and death. 

Margo’s apartment definitely showed signs of having a sugar daddy. It was small, cozy, but decorated as lavishly as a Vegas showgirl’s dressing room. Huge TV, top-of-the-line appliances, furniture that hadn’t even heard the word IKEA. Between Margo and Armstrong’s eclectic tastes, it didn’t look that good, but it wasn’t for a lack of spending.

Margo hung up her coat in between a mink fur and a leather duster. I took off my jacket and barely managed to fit it in between Elton John’s handmedowns. 

“So, you’re like Chris’s best friend, right?” Margo asked.

“Like I said, it’s been a while.”

“Still, that’s a big thing for guys, right?” Margo popped the buttons on her vest one by one. I gaped with awe at her bust. If anything, the plunging neckline had undersold it. “Your girl going off with your best friend. That’d really piss him off.”

“Like I said…” I nearly let out an embarrassing sound when she reached out and started unbuttoning my shirt, but managed to keep it in. “Said,” I continued, “we’re not close anymore.”

“Don’t you want to help me get back at him? After how bad he was to me? Cheating on me with some vampire slut? Not even warm—look at me—don’t I look warm?”

She popped her belt buckle and slowly moved her skirt down her magnificent legs. She either wasn’t wearing panties or had taken hold of them with her skirt. When she stepped out of her bottoms, she was totally bare. All of her was gorgeous. I breathed hard, feeling myself surging into readiness, the sudden need I felt almost unbearable. 

Her pubic hair was blonde, the hair on her head dark, dyed. I thought it should’ve been the other way around—wasn’t that the way it went? But it didn’t matter. Seeing her blonde bush, I knew it was mine.

I took a step forward, but with a genuine smile Margo took her own step back. “That’s not fair, is it?” she asked. “Take all that off. I wanna see you as much as you wanted to see me.”

I wasn’t about to argue. I kicked off my shoes and got my pants open, pulling them down over my socks. Margo’s eyes practically buzzed at the bulge in my underwear, until I pulled them down over my long, hard erection. Margo’s eyes widened. I wondered if it was enough to give her second thoughts, but when I looked at her, all I saw was hunger.

I looked at Margo’s bare breasts, overwhelmed with hunger myself, enthralled with their size and shape and softness. I wanted to suck them, drive my cock between them, come all over her and fuck her brains out all at once. I moved toward her, my erection leading the way.

Margo’s lips moistly parted as she awaited me, and she threw out her hand to catch my prick as soon as I was close enough. As I kissed her, my tongue sliding against hers, Margo wrapped her fingers around my manhood and stroked it. She felt my entire length with her tight grip, rubbing her thumb against my engorged cockhead, smearing around the juicy precum I was leaking.

She pumped my cock up and down, her body shaking as she grew more turned on. I could tell she was getting into it by the way she kissed me more intensely, shoving her full breasts against my chest. Grabbing my wrist with her free hand, she pulled my arm around her body to rest on her buttocks. I put my other hand there too, squeezing both of her plumps cheeks. 

Her thumb pressed hard into a bulging vein on my member, sending a bolt of pleasure through me, all the way down to curl my toes. I gave her plush ass a small smack; Margo cooed in enjoyment and pressed herself harder against me. 

I felt her nipples, stingingly hard, as they prodded into my chest hair. Obviously she needed attention there as well. I brought my hands up, curling them around her waist and her chest until finally I’d reached her breasts. Even crushed against my pecs, there was still plenty for me to squeeze.

I dug my fingers into the impossible smoothness of her breasts, soaking in the feel of them until I’d reached her hard nipples. I pinched them between my thumbs and forefingers, felt them throb, and a new level of lust for her crashed over me. My cock jumped, encouraged by how Margo tightened her hold on it with approval of how I was treating her breasts.

She whimpered as I played with her nipples, twisting them a little, pulling at them, until her little wails contained actual pain. Then I let go, leaving Margo gasping with relief as she was allowed to simply process how good her breasts felt, how they had to be throbbing with pleasure and arousal so hard it was almost painful. All well and good for her, but that still left me needing release.

I kissed her, her lips, then her neck, then her forehead as my hands settled on her sloped shoulders. I pressed downward and she sank to her knees, her hand fluttering off my erection as she came down to be eye to eye with it. I put my hands on her head now—we both knew what time it was.

“I’d never do this for Chris,” Margo moaned. “I’m not that kind of girl… but for you… I could be for you, Ivan… Ivan…”

I resisted the urge to pump my cock right into her mouth while she worked out her issues. As long as we were doing this, I might as well let her get her little catharsis from fucking Armstrong’s ‘best friend.’ It wasn’t exactly inconveniencing me, after all. 

Margo was tall for a woman. Kneeling, she had to bend down to get to my cock, but it stood up long and hard and straight, so when she went down on it, her mouth was like a warm dollop of honey pouring down on my manhood from above. She closed her eyes, moaning softly as I went into her lips, that moan becoming more and more muffled as I filled her mouth and prodded against her throat. My hands firm on her head, I didn’t stop plunging into her until she gagged. Then I withdrew, though it was driving me wild to deny myself the silky tightness her throat had offered.