Dirty Nights

by A. M. Hargrove

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You think that’s controlling?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Sky, I only do that because I worry about you. The taking a cab part was because I envision that night when we first met. Where that guy was … I can’t even go there because it disturbs me so much. And then when you got stabbed.” I pull her close to me and wrap her in my arms. “This is about your safety, babe. The part with your dad was about letting him know what a dickhead he was to you. And that he should’ve cared enough about you to fucking check on you.” I pull away from her so I can look at her face. “All this is because I care. I don’t want you to get hurt. Do you understand what I’m telling you and why I do those things? It’s not safe for you to walk around alone at night.”

  “You’re the only one who’s ever cared about me, Ryder. And yeah, I understand. But because you’re the only one, to me it feels controlling. But after I spoke with Gabby, she helped me look at it in a different way. And the part about you checking into my background? I can understand why you did that too. I’m not saying that I’m particularly fond of it, but I get it.”

  “Is that all Gabby said? It’s weird calling her Gabby too.”

  “It was at first for me too. But she’s so cool.”

  “Did she say anything about me?”

  “Yeah. She did. She said that you were… how did she put it? Oh yeah, she said, ‘Ryder Christiansen is a great guy.’ And that’s it. And I didn’t want her to say anything else, not that she would.”

  “She said that?”

  “She did. But I pretty much knew that already. I mean, how many guys would want to have a relationship with a hooker. Or a private dancer. Do you want to discuss my past? In all of this, you’ve never asked me about it. And I don’t want it to come back someday and bite us both in the ass.”

  I stop and think for a minute. There’re a couple of things I want to know. “No one ever had you, did they?”

  “Yes. They did. Before J.D. When I still worked for Mikey, he forced me to do stuff Ryder. He raped me too. I was only sixteen and, well, it was pretty bad. J.D. found me and took me away from him. That’s when my life changed for the better. J.D. let me make my own rules. That’s when I stopped letting them have me like that. After Mikey, no one ever had me again. J.D. sent me to the doctor he uses for all his girls and had me checked out. Once my health was cleared, I decided I would never risk it again. So that’s when I said no more intercourse. Ever. And no bare back blowjobs. I’m sorry if this upsets you.” Her hand cups my face.

  My hand reaches for hers and I cover it with mine. “It upsets me that you were hurt so much.” I turn my face into her hand and kiss her palm. “Were your clients ever mean to you?”

  “Oh no! Not after I left Mikey. J.D. had the best clients and mine were really great. And they paid well too. Some of them were weird as heck. Do you want to hear?”

  A part of me does, but a part of me doesn’t. And I tell her that.

  “Well, let me tell you a little about George and if any of it makes you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop.” Then she starts telling me about this dude that howled like a wolf and I couldn’t stop laughing.

  “How the fuck did he fall asleep with a dildo in his ass?”

  “Beats the hell out of me. But he did it all the time. I’d just leave him like that. You should’ve seen his leash and harness. Oh my God. He was a corker, that one. My friend Cara and I would laugh about him all the time.”

  “What about your dance customers?”

  She tells me about this stinky guy that was so awful they had to fumigate the room after he left.

  “Jesus, what the hell’s wrong with those people?”

  “Who knows? But that room was so small, I kept gagging. Ugh!”

  Pulling her under me, I frame her face with my hands and kiss her, softly at first. Then I take her lower lip in my mouth and suck on it until she moans. I repeat the same with her upper lip and then she pulls my tongue in her mouth and sucks on it, literally blows it like she does my dick, until my cock is like a damn piece of wood.

  “Fuck, Sky, I need you again. Tell me you want me too. This time hard and fast.”

  “Yeah, Ryder. I want your cock in me. Hard and fast.”

  Rolling to my side, I get up and pull her onto her knees so I can move behind her. In no time, my cock finds it’s home and we’re both seeking our own orgasms, as my fingers circle her clit. Leaning back, I pull her onto me and she rides me until we both come.

  “Gah, I love your piercing.”

  “So do I,” I laugh, “and I’m glad you love it too.” Moving her so she’s on her back with her legs spread, I gaze at the picture before me. “You’re just too much to resist.” Then my mouth dives down to my goal and my tongue starts lapping up the wetness that’s dripping from her beautiful pussy. Yeah, this has been the perfect interruption to a great night’s sleep.

  SIX

  Skylina

  Monday morning I walk into Russell Investigative Services, or RIS as it’s called. I’m prepared to learn everything I can. Case meets me at the front of the office and introduces me to the receptionist, Patsy. Then he walks me to the back, where we go into a small room that has a desk, a computer and two chairs waiting.

  “So, let’s get started here. Just so you know, the kitchen is down the hall there. Do you need any coffee? We’re all addicts here,” Case says. “Coffee that is.” He smiles and I grin back.

  “Yeah, that’d be great.”

  “Come on, I’ll show you.”

  We walk to the kitchen and he shows me where everything is and we fill our cups. When we get situated back in the small room, he wastes no time in getting started. Case is to the point and all about business. One thing about him though is he’s an excellent teacher and pays attention to the smallest detail. He’s helpful with my lack of knowledge in this more up to date computer system. But I’m a quick learner, thank God. The morning flies but I enjoy everything he teaches me. This business is fascinating and Case is involved with law enforcement too. They work together and he hires a lot of cops when they need to make extra money.

  “So what do you think so far?” he asks as we break for lunch.

  “I’m good with it all. Love the computer stuff. I’m amazed at how much you can do.”

  “Well, Skylina, my connections have helped. Did Ryder tell you my background?”

  “No, sir.”

  He laughs. “Uh, you can dispense with ‘the sir.’” Then he goes on to tell me about the shooting and his consequent involvement with drugs.

  “I never would’ve guessed.”

  “I was a mess. That how I ended up at NA. Which led me to start this business.”

  “Case, if I don’t do something to your expectations, I hope you’ll let me know. I want to be the best at what you hired me to do. So please tell me.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about that. Did you bring your lunch?”

  Holding up a brown paper sack, I say, “Yep.”

  “That’s what most of us do here. It gets pretty pricey eating out every day.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. Well I think I’ll get back to it and work during lunch.”

  “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

  “Yeah, but I want to get a jump on things. And I’m moving this week too so I’ll need to take off an hour early on Wednesday, if that’s okay.”

  “No problem. I’ll catch up with you this afternoon. If you need anything, just holler.”

  My first day at an official job ends and I leave the office with a sense of pride I’ve never known before. But there’s so much to do at home, I hurry on my way so I can get things done. Over the years, I did my best to keep the apartment organized, but Mom stashed crap everywhere as I’m now finding. In her drugged up mind, she had trash stuffed in the back of cabinets and closets that I never imagined was there. There’s no telling how many garbage bags I fill and take to the trash chute, but by bedtime, I have it all cleaned out.

  Onc
e my shower is completed, I fall into bed and call Ryder. After a brief conversation, sleep takes over and the alarm wakes me at seven.

  By the time Wednesday afternoon arrives, Case lets me leave at four. The movers are outside waiting on me when I arrive home. Ryder offered to help, but I refused. He’s so busy with classes now I didn’t want to bog him down even more. Everything is packed in boxes and ready to be loaded in the truck anyway. Several hours later, I say a final good-bye to my old apartment and a happy hello to my new. A new start … a new beginning with newer happy memories.

  The next day I arrive at work and everyone is grinning at me. Since I’m so new to this office stuff, I just think it’s because I’m the new kid on the block. After my round of “Good Mornings,” I make it to my little space so I can get my work done. Case sticks his head in and asks me to join him in the kitchen. Not thinking a thing about it, I follow him down the short hall and when we get there, all ten members of RIS are there, plus one extra—Ryder. They hold up a big plate of tiered donuts and Ryder hands me a giant bouquet of flowers.

  I’m confused because it’s such a surprise. And I’m not sure what all the fuss is about.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Happy new apartment and new job!” Ryder says. Then he kisses me. I really wish he hadn’t done that. We haven’t been together in two days and as soon as his lips touch mine, my sex becomes drenched with need for him. When he tries to release me, my hands curl into his shirt and I hold onto to him tightly. Letting go is not something I want to do. At all.

  Case clears his throat and a few of the people laugh. Ryder finally eases himself out of my grip and moves his mouth to my ear, “Um, babe, you just gave me the biggest stiffie, but this isn’t exactly the appropriate place.”

  Whoa! What the heck am I doing? I drop my hands and grin. “Oops.” Then I turn to everyone and say, “Thank you guys. Donuts are my favorite.”

  Case laughs. “Seems to me Ryder is.”

  My lips vibrate with laughter. Then everyone joins in. We all eat some donuts and I say, “Well, I need to get back to work. I have this new boss that can be real tough at times. And I don’t want to get fired.”

  Ryder says, “Yeah, I’ve got to get to class too.” He leans in close and whispers, “I’ll catch you later, babe.”

  My body heats from his touch, his words and the idea of what awaits me at the end of the day. Gah, I hope this day flies. And it does.

  By the time I get home, my heart pounds in anticipation. Ryder texts me and says he’ll be over around seven with dinner. This is my fairy tale. And I’m the princess.

  My shower calls to me and I make sure I’m smooth and clean for tonight. Then I slip into something comfy. Yoga pants and a cami will do. Ryder has never said anything about the way I dress, but I get the feeling from the way his eyes darken that he prefers me in casual clothes. My hair still hangs in damp tangles when the buzzer goes off. It’s exciting to know I now have security in my building. I giggle as I say, “Yes?”

  “Hey, it’s me.”

  “Um, can you please identify yourself, sir?”

  “Yes, I can. I’m the man that will tie you up and spank your ass until it’s rosy and pink if you don’t buzz me in right this second.”

  I bust out laughing as I punch the buzzer and then I stand in the door, waiting for him. When he steps up the final stair, I want to devour him. My eyes are glued to his ass as he walks inside my apartment and I close the door behind us.

  “Do we have to eat right now?”

  He spins on his heel and eyes me. From head to toe. Without uttering a word, he walks into my kitchen and sets his packages down. I hear him open and close the refrigerator door and the crinkling of paper bags. Then he walks back to me and says, “Get rid of those clothes, Sky.” His eyes are half open and lust filled and I feel myself grow wetter than I already am.

  My pants slide off first, followed by my cami. I’m wearing no bra or panties so he stares at my nude body, causing chills to speed up and down my spine.

  “Touch yourself and show me how wet you are.” I do as he asks and walk to him, sliding my fingers into his mouth.

  “Tell me, Sky.”

  “I need you, Ryder.”

  “How?”

  “Any way you want.”

  “Not good enough.”

  “Tongue me.”

  “More specific. Tell me where.”

  “My pussy.”

  “Get on the table.”

  My table is small, only enough for two chairs. But I don’t question him. I sit on it and wait for my next order. He pulls up a chair and sits in front of me.

  “Spread your legs, wide. As wide as you can.”

  Now this I can do. I’m flexible so I can do a split if he wants.

  “Oh, look at how hot you are here.” He takes his fingers and slides them up and down my slit, circling around, but never touching my clit. He’s teasing me, and it’s driving me crazy. He moves in to lick me and mimics the same movement with his tongue, never touching my clit. I moan his name. He licks everywhere but the places I need him to. And I’m dying.

  “Ryder, please,” I beg.

  He doesn’t answer, but keeps up his torture. Then he stops and slaps me, right there. And I come with a scream. As soon as I start coming, his tongue works me over like he’s playing a delicate instrument. He knows exactly which spots to lick, suck and press on and I’m so out of it, I don’t even realize he’s stopped until I feel his cock enter me. When I look at him, he’s standing and my ankles are on his shoulders. He pulls me closer and begins to move at a faster pace. His piercing hits me there, on that spot, every time he thrusts hard and I know I’m going to climax again.

  “Ahhhh. Ryder.”

  “You good?”

  “Ohmigoddddd.”

  “That’s it babe. Let me feel you. Let it go. I love it when you come for me.”

  And so do I, as I orgasm all over his cock. Not long after mine, he follows me. And watching him is the sexiest thing ever. I sit up and pull him closer, running my hands up his torso, and playing with his nipples. He surprises me when his hands grip my ass cheeks and he picks me up. We’re still joined but he carries me to the bed and we fall down, me on top and kiss.

  Ryder breaks away and traces my nipples with the tips of his fingers. “A fucking carnival babe, every time.”

  On Friday, I’m at work and Case is teaching me how to file. He has things set up as active and inactive. We go over everything and then he hands me a huge box and tells me to go file it. It’s done alphabetically and paper files are kept for five years and then moved to a data storage bank. I’m going through them when my hands land on one: Skylina Mara O’Donnell.

  It shocks me so much my breath disappears for a second. And then I remember. Ryder hired Case to find me. That’s when I thought he was being stalkery. Should I open this and check the contents? Or leave it be and go on? Do I even want to know? The file is in my hands and my eyes are locked on it. This will eat me alive if I don’t look inside. So I open it.

  Everything I never wanted anyone to know about me is in here … from the day I was born until the day Case turned the information over to Ryder. He was thorough; I’ll give him that. It even details my mom’s arrest, subsequent trial and prison sentence. Then the years I lived with my dad and evil stepmom all the way until my mom sold me to Mikey. This is where the details are sketchy. They don’t have that information. It’s “suspected” that I went to work as a prostitute at the age of sixteen, but nothing’s definitive. He knew everything. The job at Exotique-A, my life as a hooker, who my damn client’s were, what my mom’s addiction was, the whole shebang. Nothing was sacred. He even knew my stipulations with my clients! Ferk! This is much more than what I thought. Yeah, maybe he told me about this, but he didn’t go into this much detail with me. He acted like he didn’t know anything. Even the other night when we spoke about my clients. Shiz! I feel so exposed here. And Case. He knew everything too. What am I sup
posed to do?

  My butt hits the chair and my mind is stunned over this. One part of my brain is saying, ‘Yeah, he told you all this.’ But the other side says, ‘But did he really? And is this okay?’

  “Everything okay in here?”

  Case’s voice startles the crap out of me and I nearly fall off the chair. My face heats and I feel like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

  “Er, yeah, well …” I can’t help but stammer.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Lying was never one of my strong suits. I hold up the file and say, “I found this. I know it wasn’t my business to look inside, but I did and, well …”

  “You’re upset.”

  “Yeah,” my voice cracks. Oh God, don’t let me cry. I have to keep it together here.

  Case takes a seat near me. “He was taken with you and didn’t know anything. I wasn’t totally comfortable with it, but it’s really hard to say no to Ryder sometimes.”

  “But, he told me about this, only he wasn’t as forthcoming as he should’ve been. Everything’s in here.”

  Case grabs my hand. “Listen, Skylina, don’t for a second think I judged you for this. I judge no one. At any time. If you even knew some of the things I did, you’d understand.”

  “But, Ryder knew. And he …” I blow out my breath.

  “Do you need to go home?”

  “Wh-what? No! I’m at work. I was just set back a little. I can work. I’ll deal with this and Ryder later.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. I’m fine, Case.”

  “Don’t be too harsh on him, Sky. He’s a good guy underneath his faults.”

  “Case, would you mind if I have this?” He hesitates and I relieve him of his decision. “Never mind. I don’t want to put you in the middle of this mess. You did nothing wrong. Forget I asked.”

  “It’s just that this is confidential and … you really should never have seen it.”

  Now I’ve put him in a bad spot too. “Do you want me to keep quiet about this?”