“Get in here,” he said to her, looking around to make sure no one had seen her.
She walked into the foyer. Jeremy, satisfied with his secured privacy, shut the door behind him. He turned and looked into a familiar face; one he had encountered numerous times before.
“Naomi,” he said.
“Jeremy.”
“Please, come on.”
He led her into his living room. He went to the bar cart to pour her a drink while she took a seat. She was a tall girl, but most of that height was attributed to the high heels she was wearing. She was really pale, which contrasted her raven-black hair perfectly. She wore a tight evening dress which hugged her body, wore no jewelry, and only had a purse with her. All in all, she looked like a college student going to a downtown party. Both she and Jeremy knew why she was here.
“How’s school?” Jeremy asked. He always did this, asked her how she was. He knew it was probably best to not get into it with an escort—not to mention she was an expensive one—but he couldn’t help it. Naomi was the only woman in his life outside of work. He felt comfortable with her. He didn’t tense up around her or spiral into a panic attack. He was comfortable with himself when he was around her, which is why he always tried to make some small talk before getting into it.
“You know,” she said. “You always do this.”
“Do what?”
“This. You always ask how I am. You offer me a drink and make small talk before we do anything else.”
“And?” Jeremy questioned.
“And,” she sipped her drink. “No one else does that.”
“Why not?”
Naomi scoffed, “Because I am a very expensive call girl and most people who pay me are just interested in the sex.”
“Is it such a bad thing? That I like to talk to you beforehand?”
“No. It’s just … ” Naomi searched for the word. “Unusual, that’s all. There’s something about you that’s different, Jeremy. I just don’t know what it is quite yet.”
“Oh well. So, how is school?” he returned to the question.
For the next thirty minutes or so they discussed her life and his. Naomi was almost done with college and was deciding on graduate programs in physics, which Jeremy had been helping her out with. He offered to write her a recommendation. She scoffed at this, which he let slide. Finally, once it seemed they had exhausted all talking points, Naomi reminded him why she was there.
“Jeremy,” she said, setting down her glass and walking over to him. “Let’s go to your room, honey.”
She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him up, kissing him deeply. He tried to reciprocate the kiss, but by the time he processed what was going on, she had already turned her back to him and was walking upstairs. She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. Turning to look at him, Naomi winked seductively, before letting the dress fall to the ground.
Jeremy followed her upstairs, knowing full well what he could expect when he walked into his room. He pushed the door open and there she wa. In his bed, underneath the sheets. Her bra and panties were strewn about the floor. He knew she was naked in his bed, wrapped only in a thin sheet, which she begged for him to yank off her.
“Come here, baby,” she whispered to him.
He complied. Jeremy smiled and walked over to her. She sat up on her knees and the sheets fell to her side, revealing her small but perky breasts. They were hardly B cups, but they were firm and seemed to defy gravity when she was turned on. Her nipples were sensitive to even the softest of grazes, and Jeremy knew exactly what to do with them. As she worked on removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he looked at her with a firm gaze and grabbed her tit, moving his face closer to it. Their eye contact was maintained as he opened his mouth and clamped it shut on her tit, his tongue rubbing up against her nipple.
“Fuck,” she gasped. Even though Naomi knew what to expect each time, the intensity of the pleasure always took over. No matter how hard she tried to maintain poise and structure, the second Jeremy took over was the second she lost control.
He pushed her onto her back and knelt to the ground. She was still reeling from the sensations she had just been experiencing a moment ago, and she barely noticed what he was up to. He had taken off his shirt and his tie and was now on his knees at the edge of the bed. He grabbed Naomi by her thighs and roughly pulled her closer to him. Jeremy positioned himself in between her legs, and just as Naomi looked up to see what he was doing, he dove in. His tongue painted broad stroked over her swollen and moist lips, which caused Naomi to scream out in intense pleasure. He purposefully veered away from the clit, making her wait, teasing her by doing anything else he could. His tongue entered her, and he felt her lips tense up around his tongue. He shuddered as he wondered what it would do to his cock.
Her hands were in his hair, trying to pull him up just a bit more so his tongue would rub against her clit. But he resisted. Jeremy knew what he was doing and he knew what was about to happen in just a few minutes. She would try to maintain a semblance of decency. She wouldn’t say anything. In fact, she would try as hard as she could to be quiet, because to make any noise would be an indication that she was enjoying it, and that meant giving up all her power. She would give him hints about what she wanted him to do, and she would squirm around. Jeremy wouldn’t give in, until finally she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. Naomi would then beg for him to make her cum, and she would plead with him to fuck her. That’s when he would finally give her what she wanted.
“Fuck you, Jeremy,” she said after she again trying to get him to lick her where she wanted.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” he smirked.
“You know what you’re doing,” she moaned, her voice trembling despite her best attempts to keep it steady.
“I really don’t.”
“Oh shut up,” she began to raise her voice. “You know exac—fuck!”
Naomi never got to finish her thought. She screamed as Jeremy slipped his tongue underneath the flap of flesh covering her clit, causing a frenzy of pleasure to be released. She lost all control of herself and started grinding her crotch against his face. She was no longer a strong woman who could handle herself. She was an animal who needed to have Jeremy inside of her.
“Come here,” she said, pulling him up. She kissed him deeply as she hurriedly took off his pants and threw them to the side.
“Lie down.”
Jeremy lay on his back, and she slipped back his boxers. His erect shaft popped out and hit her in the face. She didn’t smile. She was hungry, hungry for him, and she was going to get what she wanted.
Naomi wasted no time in popping his cock into her mouth. There was no teasing and no foreplay, all she wanted was to devour him. She took his nine-inch cock with ease, deepthroating it as if it were a popsicle. She gagged on it once or twice, and when she pulled her head off of him, it was covered in a thick layer of her spit—exactly what she wanted. No words were spoken as she climbed on top of him. She slowly pushed herself down on him. He entered her, and although it was painful for her despite the lubrication, she kept going.
“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling her tight and warm pussy wrap around his cock. He immediately knew he wouldn’t last long, and he was right. She began to move up and down slowly, trying to get used to him inside of her. Then he grabbed her by her arms and slammed her down on his cock. She screamed and moaned in pleasure. He was using her as a toy, slamming his cock into her. His hand moved up to her face and slapped her. He called her a slut and choked her with the other hand, and as they continued, they both felt the intense orgasm within them build up. It took a minute or so with her on top of him before they both released their pressures and collapsed on one another. He groaned and pumped his load inside of her, and Naomi felt an orgasm wash over her. Her muscles gave away. She lost all control of herself as she shrieked and fell on top of Jeremy, their sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other.
“Fuck,” she whispered to him. “That
was great.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “It really was.”
CHAPTER 5
Lana woke from her nap and looked around in confusion. Then she realized where she was. She had made it home and slept the entire afternoon, and she had awoken just as the sun was beginning to set.
It was perfect timing, as by the time she got to the border it would be nightfall. Packing lightly, with only a few tools and a flashlight, Lana set off. This was going to be her riskiest mission yet. She had thought about it all day, and she saw no other alternative. She had questions, and there was only one solid place that would contain answers. The downside was, this was a government-sanctioned building that was one of the most heavily guarded locations in the city. Still, Lana knew it was the only place that would house such modern information. There was no way she would find a book on the topic she was researching at the waste disposal site. The library was the only place that would house such meticulous records, so she had to be careful.
By the time darkness had fallen over the continent, Lana made it to the border between the slums and the city. It would be easy enough getting past the guard. It was the library that would be the issue, but she would worry about that later. Forcing a smile on her face, she knocked on the guard post’s door. A man grunted inside and opened the door. He smiled when he saw her.
“You need to get through again?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“Come on in.”
Lana stepped into the room, which was just a little bigger than a ticket booth. She turned to face the man, who was smiling eagerly and approaching her. He was a middle-aged man, who had guarded the border for almost a decade. He had caught Lana trying to sneak past once—the only time she had ever been caught—and had told her that if she slept with him, he would let her go. Lana had begrudgingly agreed. She wished she could take that decision back, as she was forced to prostitute herself every time she needed to visit the city.
“Let’s make this quick,” she said. “I have someplace to be.”
“Sure.”
He removed his wedding ring and tossed it into a drawer. He approached her, grabbed her roughly, and kissed her. She kissed him back, already working on unbuttoning his pants. She pulled away from their kiss and knelt on the ground, taking him in his mouth.
“Fuck,” he said, falling back onto his chair. He spread his legs, allowing for Lana to get more comfortable on the floor. She looked up at him with her large eyes, trying to convince him that she was enjoying this too. He was too distracted to notice her. It wasn’t the prostitution that made Lana feel bad about herself. It was how good she felt while doing it. She was a woman with needs. There was nothing wrong with that, but Lana hated how every time she allowed a man to use her body for sex, she felt just as incredible as they did.
Lana knocked the thoughts out of her head, stood up, and pulled her pants off. She wanted to make this as quick as possible so she could get home and finally put this awful day behind her. She rolled a condom onto his dick, straddled him, and pushed him inside of her. Lana tried to keep a straight face as she rode him. It would be too humiliating for her to admit she was getting any pleasure out of this. But she was.
The guard yanked up her shirt and pushed her bra aside. He started sucking on her nipples next, which Lana wished he hadn’t done. She began to breathe heavier. Her breaths turned into gasps and her gasps into moans.
“Fuck,” she said, riding him harder. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, immediately hating herself for saying that. She tried to push the self-hatred aside. She wanted him to keep going, she wanted him to play with her nipples and flick them around using his tongue. She wanted him to grab her, turn her around, and dominate her. She wanted his cock to make her cum so hard that, just for a second, she could forget who she was.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m cumming.”
Right as he announced it, he finished. She felt him pulsate inside of her, shooting load after load into the condom she had remembered to put on him. He shoved her off of him and leaned his head back, groaning in pleasure. She scoffed, annoyed that he had finished before she had had the chance to. She tried to forget about it, not wanting to make a big deal out of nothing. Lana pulled up her pants and adjusted her bra. She began to head for the door.
“I’ll see you next time,” he said.
“Sure.”
She allowed the door to slam shut behind her. She walked past the gates and into the city. It didn’t take her too long to get to the library and find her way in. Lana had discovered long ago that the best way to get into any building in the city was through the sewer systems. That is exactly what she planned on doing.
It only took ten minutes for her to find the right manhole cover, breach the library, and make it to the third floor, where the books she was looking for were kept.
“Records, records, records,” she whispered to herself, looking for the “R” section. There were only two guards—she knew that for a fact—but it was the cameras she had to be concerned about. Lana knew that while there were a dozens of cameras surrounding the perimeter of the library, there were only a handful inside. They were limited to the sections with equipment, such as printers and computers. Not old medical records.
“Here is L, M, N, O, P,” Lana said to herself, walking from row to row. The labels she read were interesting. “Mystery, novels, orangutans.” She wondered why any library had a dedicated shelf to books on orangutans.
“Pornography.”
The last one caught her eye. She took two steps back to make sure she read it right. She looked around, even though she knew no one was there. Then she smiled to herself and stepped into the corridor to check out the section.
Where Lana expected books, there were instead rows of tapes. It should not have surprised her as much as they did. She eyed a few and even picked a couple to read the descriptions on them. She knew she wouldn’t be able to watch them, at least not without appearing on a camera or two.
Disheartened, she made her way back, when a book caught her eye. Lana reached out to pick it up and flipped through it. The book was a series of photographs of a couple making love to each other. As she flipped from one page to the next, Lana felt herself getting flustered. There was a heat coming out of her pants and a wet spot was growing in her panties. She slowly made her way to the couch on the other end of the corridor. She settled down on it, still flipping through the pages. Her hands slipped into her pants and she began to rub herself as she imagined herself to be the woman in these pictures. The way the man was using her, the way he dominated her. It was how Lana wanted to be dominated. She wanted someone to come along and use her, take away her free will. She wanted them to tease her and make her feel good but deny her the pleasure of orgasm until they deemed fit. She wanted to be the girl in the photos, forced on all fours, bent over a desk, on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Lana closed her eyes and slammed the book shut. She imagined herself with a nice guy. He would treat her well in public, but when they were alone together, he would make her his. She wanted him to slam her against a wall, choke her and kiss her. Then she wanted him to pull down her pants and slide his finger into her before getting down and licking her. Then it would be her turn to pleasure him. She would get on her knees and suck his cock until he told her to stop, at which point she would simply turn around, bend over, and give herself to him.
She began rubbing herself faster and harder. She pulled down her pants, allowing her to use her other hand. The fantasy played on repeat in her head. She rubbed herself harder and harder, until she finally came. She leaned against the couch, breathing heavily, and tried to quiet down. She hadn’t realized how loud she had been. She was suddenly aware of how with each breath, she disrupted the silence.
Lana held her breath for a few seconds, trying to listen for a guard. Everything seemed to be alright. She slowly pulled up her pants and picked up the book, when a flashlight beamed over her head.
“Who’s there?”
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