I put my hands up to my breasts and gave Joe a sexy, teasing look. As I walked towards the bed, I think he whimpered, but it may have been the cat. I took Joe's head and placed his face between my nipples and his beard and mustache tickled me senseless. He brought his hands up to my arms, ran them up to my wrists, brought my body back a few steps and said "Hey... what is your name?"
"Capri!" I said and gasped that during our entire conversations in the car, during our walk from the car to the door, and while inside his place... it had never been mentioned. I rarely got asked my name while working the streets. I rarely offered it, either. But I did notice a trend... those who did ask usually saw me more than once. And I felt so happy that Joe asked, because of that trend.
"Capri, Capri. Like the island."
"Like the pants, too, yep."
"Not your real name," Joe said.
"Yep. Not my real name."
"What is your real name," Joe asked, and pulled me towards him, his lips taking a nipple and gently squeezing.
"Renee," I said in a whisper, and then a breath of air pushed between my lips in a cooing sound. "But everyone calls me Capri, it's not my *hooker name*," I added, and then got on my knees in front of Joe.