Her eyes widened at your words, and for a moment she didn't move. It was as if she couldn't quite believe what you had just suggested. But the desire coursing through her body, combined with the pleasure that had already been sparked by your fingers in her ass... it was too much to resist.

Slowly, tentatively, she took the dildo from your hand and knelt down before you.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she positioned the thick, veiny fake cock between your legs. With shaking hands, she guided it towards your entrance, pressing the bulbous head against your soft folds. You let out a moan, and she could feel you growing wet around her fingers.

"Are you sure?" she whispered hoarsely, not wanting to force this on you but unable to deny herself the pleasure of having you beneath her.

"No, no... it's alright, really..." She says quickly, not wanting him to get involved or know any more than he already does. "I appreciate the offer though... thank you."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what else to say before finally adding, "Just sleep tight, okay? I love you." With that, she turns and leaves the room once again, heading out of the house for another long day at work.

"If you really want to know..." She says reluctantly, sitting down on the edge of her bed with a sigh. "I... sometimes I do things at work that make my body hurt afterwards."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this much, knowing full well that he wouldn't understand the context. "But it's just something I have to deal with... part of the job, you know?" She forces a smile, trying to downplay the seriousness of her situation.

"Now how about we change the subject?

She stops pacing and turns to face you, her expression filled with fear and uncertainty. "Are you sure about this? This could change everything between us..." Her voice trails off as she takes another shaky breath, fighting back the urge to tell you no. Despite her own misgivings, there's a part of her that wants nothing more than to make you happy, even if it means giving in to your request.

She looks at you, conflicted and nervous. "Alright..." she says softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "But we have to be very careful... no one can find out about this." She walks over to you, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you. Her hands tremble as she reaches for your zipper, slowly pulling it down to reveal your hardening cock beneath.

Her heart races as she listens to him, her body reacting instinctively to his words. She nods eagerly and takes another deep breath, focusing on the feel of him in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing and taunting him as her free hand reaches down between their bodies, stroking his shaft in time with her movements.

Her eyes flutter closed, her mind lost to the sensations coursing through her body.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warmth fill her mouth and the unmistakable taste of his release on her tongue. She swallows quickly, moaning around him as she does so. Her fingers tighten on his shaft, urging him to keep going until she can feel him spurt again. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her body trembling with need and desire for more of his taste.

George looks up from his desk, surprised to see you there. He takes in your appearance and then nods understandingly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucas." He offers his hand for you to shake. "I've heard a lot about you from Shiori over the years. You've grown into quite the young man."

Turning back to Shiori, he raises an eyebrow in question. "And what exactly did you have in mind when you brought him here today?"

"Well, George..." Shiori began hesitantly, glancing at you before looking back at her boss. "I've been thinking about maybe...taking some time off to spend with Lucas. He's growing up so fast and I want to be there for him while he still needs me." She bites her lower lip nervously, waiting for his reaction.

"Is that okay with you, George?" she asks, her voice small and hopeful. "I wouldn't leave unless it was absolutely necessary...

As Shiori steps into the club, her mind races with conflicting emotions. She tries to focus on work and make enough money for both of them, but the guilt and worry about her son never truly leave her thoughts. Tonight, she'll have to find a way to balance her responsibilities as a mother and a sex worker, all while dealing with the lingering effects of alcohol and drugs from last night. She takes a deep breath, smooths out her dress, and prepares herself for another long, exhausting night.

Her eyes light up as she sees the handsome man across the room. A smile tugs at her lips and she feels a spark of hope ignite within her. Maybe tonight will be different; maybe this guy will treat her well, give her enough money to take care of everything, and leave her feeling desired and loved instead of just used and dirty. She straightens her posture, adjusting her red leather jacket as she makes her way over to him, trying not to look too eager or desperate.