by T. L Smith
TWISTED PERCEPTION
T.L Smith
Copyright 2015 TL Smith
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PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
EPILOGUE
This story is not one of rainbows and happily ever after’s, so if you’re looking for that, stop reading. My story is fucked and deluded, just like the person telling it.
You see, I’m a trafficker. I traffic gorgeous young men for my clients,
the lonely old women whose husbands are more than likely off cheating on them.
You’re not going to like me; I’m not going to lie.
I’m a bitch, a manipulator, the type of girl your mother warned you about.
Prologue
I want to tell you a story, a story about some fucked up people. I am one of those fucked up people, among many. I was a woman who didn’t take no for an answer. I got what I wanted and I was good at what I did. My job was not something ordinary people could do—you had to have no heart. Be cold as the cement beneath your feet and that’s who I was. Well, I thought I was.
My job was hard, but I was good at it. I thought I would always be good at it. I was a fucked up person filling other people's fucked up realities, and that’s not even the worst of it. You may hate me by the end of this story, but I don’t really give a fuck. I don’t strive for people to love me or even like me.
So to tell you my complicated story, and how I came to where I am today, I have to take you back—back to the beginning.
Chapter 1
One year ago.
I would like to tell you my childhood was so fucked up and that’s the reason I do what I do, but that would be a lie. My childhood was like most people’s. I had a mother and father, and they loved me greatly. I have a brother and a sister, and though they get on my nerves, we love each other just as much.
No, my upbringing had nothing to do with the person I am today. That came from a night out with my brother and his new girlfriend. My brother was my twin. We do look a lot alike with our dark hair, tanned skin, and the same hazel eyes. Unlike him, my body was covered in ink, which my family wasn’t a fan of. But the ink was my way to express myself, to be different—I yearned to be different I didn’t want a mundane life.
So anyway, where was I? Oh yes, my brother. Sometimes he knew me so well he knew what I was thinking without saying it. It could be useful at times and some, not so much. Our baby sister, who was only one year younger than us, could pass as our twin as well. We all looked alike though our personalities differed significantly.
Jagger was my twin and a male whore working his way through law school. Jessa was my baby sister and I’m pretty sure wanted to be a Goth. Me, my name is Aria and I was lost and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Nothing interested me and I felt time was ticking away. I was almost twenty-five and still lived at home with my parents. I worked at a café that I absolutely hated—it was full of rich and snobby people. There’s no way in hell I planned to work the rest of my life waitressing but as I said, I was fussy.
That changed one night with Jagger’s girlfriend, a lawyer named Celcia. I’d known her for a few years though we’d never talked much. I knew she knew all about me from my brother. As much of a whore as he was, he also had a bigger mouth than a drunken girl. Celcia had one too many drinks and decided to tell me about her sex life. I wasn’t interested until she told me how she’d found her sexual partners. In the beginning, I thought she was lying, I thought that doesn’t happen in the real world, only in movies or books. She asked for my number and told me they wanted someone new, someone who could get the job done. Whatever “the job” was? I brushed her off and thought nothing of it. That was until one night at work.
I never gave a second thought to what Celcia told me that night because I assumed she was drunk and making shit up. She wasn’t. I should have listened carefully, taken in all that she was drunken rambling about. So the following week when a gentleman came up and asked for me by my name, I was surprised and when he asked to talk to me in private. Then he asked me how many times I’d been in love and how many sexual partners I’d had, and I was ready to punch him. He laughed at me and introduced himself as Dominic. He wouldn’t tell me much at first. He wanted to get to know me, to see what I was capable of. He was in his early thirties, short dark hair, very attractive, and dressed in a suit. Mysterious, that was what he was.
“Celcia said you’re what I am looking for. She said you’d be able to handle what I need to be done. I’m not quite sure. You seem too young, too good.” I wanted to yell at him, to scream at him. The way he said “good” was like I was still a schoolgirl that did no wrong. So I answered all his questions that day, even the ones I didn’t want to. I needed to know more about what he was offering, even if that meant telling him things I didn’t want to.
“Have you been in love?”
“No.”
“Do you enjoy sex?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to fall in love?”
“No.”
“Do you want a husband and kids?”
“No.”
“Could you hurt someone so bad that they’re pleading with you, and knowing you’re not allowed to stop?”
“Yes.”
“Can you be discreet?”
“Yes.”
The questions went on and on. It seemed as though he was testing me, trying to gain an insight into my limits, seeing what made me tick. I wasn’t lying when I answered his questions, I didn’t want those things. I liked to spoil myself, have everything to myself. I was selfish and I didn’t like to share. I grew up sharing everything my whole life, whether it was with my sister and my clothes, or my brother knowing my thoughts. I wanted to separate myself from that, to be my own person. Dominic was offering just that.
“I’m not going to lie, you’re a beautiful woman. It’s what I look for and a big factor in what I do. But so is strength. I don’t want someone who would fuck up my operation because she cared too much, or she thought what I do is too cruel. I strive in my business, Aria. If you fuck with my business…well, let’s just say you would not be happy.” He leans back in his chair and takes me in—seemingly looking for something in my expression that told him I would crack. I’ve started to master my facial expressions. One needs to do so when your family can pick up on the smallest details.
“Meet me tomorrow at this address, if you think you can handle what I’ll show you. You might have yourself a job.” He stood and held out a card to me, I took it and stood to shake his hand. He looked me over again, this time his eyes roamed my body from top to bottom, and then he left without a word
I stood there bewitched by him and his questions. I wondered what kind of job would require such information. Surely, what Celcia had said couldn’t be true. Women don’t traffic men, do they?
I’d heard stories of women being taken and sold into sex slavery, but never a man. Women are easy to capture, easy prey. Dominic seemed to think the other way around.
*****
I dressed in shorts, sneakers, and a blue tank top the next day. As I made my way downstairs, my mother shook her head at me.
“What?” I harrumph, grabbing my bag from the kitchen table. I looked around for a bottle. My mother was a drinker. Though, when my father was home, she was easier on me, more likable. I know she loves me, it was just that her drinking side didn’t love me as much.
“Can you not cover them up?” She waved her hand in the direction of my body, at my tattoos. I gave her the stink eye. You know the one where you don’t want to insult your loved one, but what they’d just said was absolutely ridiculous.
“I think they’re beautiful,” my father said when he entered the room, then wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in for a hug. I was such a daddy’s girl and I loved it.
“She isn’t a man, Ryan. She’s a lady.” I knew she meant well and I did almost give her a heart attack when I was twenty and came home from vacation covered in ink.
“No, she’s a strong, independent woman with beautiful words and roses covering her. Just stop it now, Julie. Leave her be.” My father gave me one last squeeze before he walked away, leaving me standing there, facing my mother.
“You know I mean no disrespect, honey. I love you. I just don’t understand this.” She waved her hands at my arms that were covered in Celtic writing. I did try to cover up some around her and I certainly had more than her eyes could see.
I walked over and kissed her cheek. Dominic was expecting me in thirty minutes and I was already running late. He was brief on the phone, not many details were exchanged. He told me where and when to meet him, and he said not to be late before he hung up. I wanted to call him back and give him hell for hanging up, but that probably wouldn’t land me the job.
I arrived at a luxury house five minutes late and saw two men standing on the front terrace. I guessed they were bodyguards. They looked me over from top to bottom, assessing me before the taller one walked over and silently patted me down. The shorter one nodded for me to enter the house. Were they not allowed to talk?
I walked straight past the men and into a dimly lit entrance where Dominic was already waiting for me. He appraised me the same way he did at the restaurant, then his lip quirked up into a smile. I placed my hand on my hip and raised my eyebrows at him, his quirk stopped and he started to walk off without me.
“Follow,” he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. I straightened my stance and followed him up the staircase to the second floor. There were no paintings or photos on the wall, just plain white walls and several doors. Downstairs was much the same, but it felt smaller and emptier up here.
“Ms. Nixon, are you sure you want this job?” Dominic asked with scrunched eyebrows and squinted eyes, his hand resting on a doorknob. I was still not one hundred percent certain what this job entailed, but I was not one to back down. I didn’t question him either, about how he knew my name. I just nodded my head and waited to see what he had for me.
His lips did that quirk thing again as if he wanted to smile, but was trying to restrain it. He opened the door and walked out of my sight and I followed closely behind him into the dark room. The first thing I noticed was a glass wall, one similar to what they had at police stations. I walked close to it, not paying attention to anything else. I felt like I had to see what was on the other side of that glass.
What I did see was hard to comprehend and caused me to step back. Dominic was right behind me and grabbed hold of my waist, his fingers burned into my skin and his grip tightened. But it was hard to focus on anything else right now, as my eyes were glued to the two people in front of me, who obviously couldn’t see me.
Chapter 2
“Can you handle it?” Dominic whispered into my ear. It sent shivers through my body. I shook it off and slowly turned my head around to face him. He had hold of my body, keeping me locked in place, eye-to-eye, and nose-to-nose apart. He listened and watched my reactions, waiting for me to break and to tell him I couldn’t handle the job. But my head was already so fucked up that it didn’t bother me. In fact, the way the girl was straddling the guy in the next room was turning me on. She had all the power. I could see the guy’s eyes, they were full of lust and hate, what a potent mixture. I could understand, though. The woman who straddled him and stroked his cock was beautiful with long red hair, so long it nearly hit her ass. Her breasts were so full they were almost out of her shirt. I stepped closer to the glass to gain a better view and Dominic stepped up with me. I wanted to tell him to let me go, but for some reason I didn’t believe he’d listen to anything I said.
“Is it making you wet?” His words sent shivers down my neck and I instantly felt it in my pussy. It made me wet, so wet that I could feel the fabric of my Victoria’s Secret panties were soaked. I stepped from side to side to try and ease the ache as I heard the man on the other side of the screen cry out from both pleasure and pain. She was digging something into his thigh, I could see the blood oozing, but at the same time she was giving him pleasure, with her other hand wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock.
He screamed when he came, and I watched as she stood and dropped her dress. A part of me wanted to look away, but I felt like I had to watch, and clenched my thighs at the same time.
She walked to the glass and that was when I felt Dominic’s hand slip into my underwear. I was startled at first but didn’t stop him. I was pretty sure I would fuck anything at that moment. I’d never been that turned on in my life.
“Watch her,” Dominic said, as my head dropped backward and a moan escaped my lips. He was flicking my clit and teasing my entrance. My eyes snapped open at his command and I went back to watching the girl. She only had her high heels on, and she was standing directly in front of him. She dropped to her knees and leaned in, whispering in his ear. He tried to shake her off, but as soon as she grabbed hold of his cuffed hands and placed them on her large breast, his erection sprang back to life.
A finger was inserted into me then and I cried out at the same time. I kept my eyes wide
open, as I wanted to watch what was to come. The man behind the glass closed his eyes, covered in blood and sporting a good sized erection. I could see the internal debate in his eyes as he reopened them. He didn’t want pleasure from her though his body was betraying him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. He shook his head and let his hand drop from her breast. She was resilient and climbed back onto him, and placed something between her teeth before she ripped the package open and slid the condom down his length.
I watched as the redheaded lady slid over his cock and lowered herself so you could no longer see his erection. I looked back up to her eyes and watched as her head dropped backward in pleasure.
Dominic slapped my ass hard when she started riding him, then one hand grabbed my hip while he finger fucked me so hard I could feel every inch of him. It was just what my pussy needed, it was craving it and I could feel each time he thrust that I was milking his fingers. My pussy was a hungry bitch that night. Just like the redhead’s in front me. She was now pushing her breast in his face and wanting him to suck. You could see he was losing the battle with the desire that was taking over. She could tell it too, she was taking over. Her needs were going to be sated, whether he wanted to or not.
“Fuck!” Dominic screamed in my ear as I came. We watched as the redhead threw her head back again and a scream was ripped from her mouth.
“You start next week! Quit that shitty job you have and go get some decent clothes, but keep the underwear,” he said and walked out without a backward glance. I’d just let him finger fuck me. I felt like a hooker that had just had the best job interview ever. Fuck! No one would say no to Dominic fucking you any way he pleased and I didn’t feel dirty. I felt privileged. And I wanted to do it again, this time with my eyes watching him, watching as he fell apart to the ecstasy I could bring him to.
I didn’t move from the spot as I watched as the redhead stand and slide her dress on. The man’s head dropped in shame. He didn’t want it, but couldn’t resist. She looked at the glass partition I was standing at and winked. I looked around to see if she was winking at someone else. She couldn’t see me, could she? She slid her high heels on and walked to the door that separated our rooms, she looked back one more time and said something to the guy, but he didn’t look up or acknowledge her. His head didn’t move from the defeated place it was in.