by LK Collins
“She’s in the room. You want something to drink?” he asks.
“Yeah, anything strong that you’ve got would be great,” I tell him and walk down the hall. I can fuck her and get drunk all at the same time. Tracy’s noises get louder and louder the closer I get. Then she comes into sight and I stop, just watching her, letting go of all the shit going through my head so I can give her what they’re paying me for. Scott hands me a drink and I knock back whatever the fuck he’s poured in the glass, forcing my head into the zone. I can do this. This is what I am.
She’s lying on her back, touching her sex, rubbing her fingers over her clit as she watches a porno on the projector across the room.
I undress completely, loving the way her hard and perky tits shift as she rubs herself. “Playing with yourself without me?” I question her, catching her off guard.
“Latch!” she smiles and I hop up on the oversized black leather table, hovering over her. She looks surprised, like she had no idea that I was coming. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to fuck you real good. I missed you the other night,” I tell her as I lean down and swirl my tongue over her hard and erect nipple.
“Scott didn’t tell me,” she pants as I switch to the other one.
I finish sucking and drag my tongue down her chest and stomach, circling it around her navel and then going down farther ‘til I’m close to her clit. “Should I leave?” I pull away from her body and ask, licking my lips, and she shouts, “No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t know.”
“Well, now you do.”
Scott must be in the room because I see her mouth the words “thank you” to him. I look at him as he sets another drink down for me and then takes a seat in his usual chair to watch us together.
The second that I touch her pussy, she moans in pleasure, throwing her head back. Slipping my tongue in her wet slit, I smile and close my eyes, pleasing her, like I have so many times. She threads her fingers into my hair, holding me close to her and spreads her legs wider. I move between them and wrap my hands under her thighs lifting her pussy to my face.
She coaches me on, pumping her hips, and I know that she’s already close to coming. Pulling away, I stop her from letting go and wipe my face on my shoulder, looking down at her as she lies breathlessly on the table. “You’re ready for me, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Suck me,” I order her, kneeling as she gets on all fours. She grins at me gripping my shaft and licks her lips. “I said suck my cock,” I demand more harshly. Slowly she wraps her warm lips around me and looks over at Scott. “Don’t look at him, look at me, you understand?” I ask her, staying firm in my response, knowing that he likes us to pretend he’s not in the room.
She nods and slides her mouth up and down on my cock. Looking down at her, I’m reminded of why I got into this business in the first place. Women are freaks. They like to be ordered around, to have their limits pushed, and that’s what I do best. And that’s exactly what I am going to do going forward. Fuck Abby! “Touch yourself.”
She’s quick to listen, still gripping my shaft at the base, as she works me. I take a hold of the back of her hair, shoving myself deep into her throat. Tracy doesn’t have a gag reflex, so I can fuck her mouth as forcefully as I want. She moans, holding her lips tightly around me and I take over, jerking myself at the same time as she sucks me so good, letting me barrel the skin of my shaft into her sweet goldmine.
With one hand on my cock and the other wrapped up in the back of her hair, we work together. I allow her to do this for a few minutes, watching how gorgeous she looks, and even with how into me she is I need more. “Faster!” she picks up speed and I skull fuck her, just like I’m about to do to her pussy, to keep my mind in the zone.
She takes my shaft as she bangs her own pussy, turning me on so much more the harder she works herself and I pull away, reminding myself that her husband is watching and I need to put on a show for him. He wants me to bang her pussy, not her. I need to be the one making the moves. She licks her lips out of breath and leans back on the table. As her thighs press against the back of it, I hold her body with one hand and slowly guide my fingers over her nipple, pinching it.
Scott walks up and hands me a pair of nipple clamps, I adjust them before clamping them down on her tits. She winces from the friction and then I cup her sex making eye contact with her, sinking two fingers into her pussy. She moans and I hear Scott’s pants unzip, he’s getting more and more into it.
As I work her pussy, her body goes limp from my fingers, and I lay her back on the table, sliding open a drawer on it that contains condoms and other toys.
She looks over at me as I roll a condom down my shaft and then show her two cock rings. She picks the red one, like she always does, and I stretch it, placing it over my cock. Everything is held so tightly, causing the blood to pump fiercely to the head of my dick.
Lifting her one leg, I hold on to it, but leave the other stretched along the table so Scott has a good view of me fucking her.
“Remember, I want you in my pussy.” I look at Scott to be sure and he nods in agreement. I’ve never fucked her pussy, only her ass, so this is a first for me. She wiggles as I slide myself into her tight little cunt. The second that I am inside of her, she tilts her head back and I take the chain of the nipple clamps between my teeth pulling up on it as I slide in and out of her. “Oh God,” she whimpers letting me tease her tits as I work her. My cock throbs, rubbing her insides. No wonder he’s never let me into her pussy. She’s as tight as a fucking virgin. I look over at Scott. He is watching my dick moving in and out of her and I drop the chain.
Taking two of my fingers, I rub them over her clit, pleasing her. Then as I pick up my pace, she screams out my name. “That’s it, let me hear you,” I growl and shove myself deeper into her, rubbing the cock ring against her clit.
She wails, pumping her hips with my movements. Her head hangs off the table and I move my fingers to her ass. Her tits bounce, chained together as I work her ass. Her noises are so loud and Scott clearly can’t take it. He walks up to her and sticks his dick into her mouth. She whines against his shaft, sucking him with so much aggression. He rips the clamps off and she arches off the table. Then he leans down and flicks them between his fingers causing her to go wild while I work both her pussy and ass.
“You like all your holes full, don’t you?” Scott asks her.
She mumbles something inaudible against his dick, whimpering from so much stimulation. Her pussy is constantly constricting. I put my head down, getting lost in her pussy, while Scott lets her just suck him, bracing his weight above her. Looking up at her throat as he fucks her, I can see his shaft going in and out of her.
My cock is numb from the cock ring and I’m ready to explode. It feels so good to be able to find my release again so easily. Any regrets I was holding on to regarding Abby, I’ve let go of. I knew getting crazy, pushing the limits would numb away the pain.
Clearly Tracy loves me inside of her as she’s still rocking her hips. Then, she pulls away from Scott and looks up at him. “Will you both fuck me?” she begs.
I stop moving, waiting for him to answer and he says, “Let me lie down, baby.”
I pull my cock from her and we hop off the table so he can, and then she climbs on top of him. Sliding his cock into her pussy, Scott doesn’t start to pump himself waiting until I can get lubed up and in her ass. Reaching into the same drawer that the condoms and cock rings are in, I take out the lube and then hop up on the table so I am kneeling behind her.
Squeezing a generous amount of lube on my fingers, I oil up my shaft and then spread some on her ass. She puckers it for me and I start by working my fingers deep inside of her.
“Fuck her, Scott, while I stretch her some more.”
He starts to move, slowly, and the room is filled with her noises. Stroking my lubed cock once more, I hold her ass cheeks and he stops so I can slide into her. She’s stretched and ready, her
ass clearly wants me. “Ready?” I ask her.
“God, yes,” she cries out letting me ease into her. My balls burn, her ass is so warm and tight as she clinches my dick, letting me work her real good. “You like being a slut, don’t you?” I ask her.
“More than anything!”
I pick up speed, as does Scott, both of us move at the same pace and I feel my release. Fire rages through me from head to toe as my fingers dig into her tight ass cheeks, gripping her aggressively.
I hold on to my cum as long as I can, but the moment Tracy begins to convulse around my shaft, screaming louder than ever, I let go, with a loud grunt followed by my white. Each pump of my cock fills the condom inside of her sweet ass and I relish in my orgasm, finding myself reminded of my first real client. She loved anal and was dirty as fuck, just like Tracy. She taught me a lot, first and foremost, that whatever she asked me to do, I needed to take it one step further. Lately, I think I’ve lost a bit of that, being so distracted by Abby, that I’m not even sure that my clients are completely satisfied.
12
Abby
Heading home from dropping Darrell off to meet with his team, I feel relieved. For the first time in days, the noise in my head has stopped. I’m hoping that this time apart will provide me with the answers that I need in order to make the right decision for my future.
Darrell wasn’t happy that I stayed home, but he really didn’t have a choice in the matter, seeing as I didn’t give him one.
Looking down at my phone, I feel terrible for bailing on Latch. He called and texted me, clearly upset. It killed me to not go and meet with him, but I couldn’t. I had to keep up the fake persona for Darrell, to get him out of town. And honestly Latch and I are done.
Deleting the messages from Latch makes me feel queasy. Thinking of truly never talking to him again is hard, but it’s what I need to do. I have to put myself first for once in my life. I’m sure he is already over me and off fucking God only knows how many women all over New York. If I thought I couldn’t trust Darrell to fuck around on me, what would it mean to be in a relationship with a fucking escort?
I wish now more than ever that I had my parents to turn to. Even though I was adopted, I was blessed to be chosen by two amazing people. Both of them were so loving and accepted me as their own from day one. I’ve felt their loss every day since they were ripped from me in a tragic car accident that ended both their lives instantly.
Tears gloss over my eyes and I wipe them away, knowing that nothing is going to bring them back.
Part of the reason I’ve stayed with Darrell as long as I have is because if it weren’t for him, I never would have gotten through the grief of losing them. And in that process, I became frightened of what another loss would do to me, I don’t want to imagine what’ll happen if Darrell and I divorce and I’m on my own. So I’m willing to stay with him for that shred of security. As foolish as it might sound, I don’t want to end up alone.
I thank the driver and walk back inside the lobby to our condo. Taking the elevator up to our floor, my phone vibrates – it’s Darrell. Things went well with the coaches. I’ll text you as soon as we land, thank you for everything.
Fly safe, is all I text back, not sure what else to say to him. Entering our apartment, I flip the TV on, knowing that I need to keep busy, ‘cause if I don’t keep my mind occupied right now, I might go crazy.
Changing out of the stupid outfit that I had to wear to put on a show for the paparazzi feels so good. I hated being fake, going out with Darrell, letting him have his hands on me, while I waited like some trophy wife for him to sign autographs and snapped pictures of him and the fans. All the while, I acted like everything was fucking normal and had a big stupid ass grin on my face, when all I really wanted to do was curl into a ball on the couch. Now, I finally get to do just that; taking a seat I flip the TV on and aimlessly get lost. I find serenity in this moment of solitude. I never knew something so simple could mean so much to me.
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I must’ve drifted off as the sun has set and the TV is showing cartoons. Blinking a few times, I rub my eyes and then an excruciating pain hits me in my stomach. It knots and cramps so bad, worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.
What the fuck? I’ve barely eaten lately.
I take in a few deep breaths and adjust myself on the couch, watching the creepy bunny on the screen as it chases a car while riding a skateboard. What the fuck is wrong, am I dreaming? I ask myself, but the room around me suddenly spins and I barely make it to the kitchen sink before I get sick.
I stand, gripping the edge of the granite countertop, so sweaty and hot. Dry heaving a few more times, there is nothing left and everything inside of me burns. Then the room begins to morph into blackness. I brace myself, afraid that I am going to pass out. Tears stream down my face and I fear that Darrell has done something to me.
I gasp for air, keeping focused on the soap dispenser as it comes in and out of my view, puffing rapid, short breaths.
I need to dial 911 and I search for my phone, but my body can no longer stand, and slowly I slide down the cabinets, crying – afraid – panicked. As I lay flat against the smooth cherry wood floor, I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes to stop the room from spinning, letting the tears flow.
How did he do this to me?
I try and think back and then it all makes sense, his sudden niceness, cooking for me for the first time ever, and his persistence that I come on the road with him. Dammit, I should’ve kept up my guard better. I ate the food he cooked me and drank what he gave me. Regardless if we switched plates or not, he still could have put something in one of my drinks.
Even through the pain, as unbearable as it is, I will myself to get up, fighting, knowing my phone is close and determined that Darrell is not going to win. But the pain is something fierce and hits me again, causing me to fall to the ground. My body stiffens, the cramping so bad. My insides are on fire. A storm is brewing like no other in my stomach. This is a pain I’ve never experienced, and then the dry heaves take over again, and right now, I am more scared for my life than I have ever been.
13
Latch
Drying from the shower, I check my phone and see a text from my grandma, So how did it go? she asks, referring to my attempt to see Abby.
Not good. I text her back heading into my closet.
What happened? she asks. I look at her message for a minute before setting my phone down. What happened is the question of the fuckin’ day. I can’t bring myself to go there right now. She just wants to help, but there is nothing that anyone can do to help. My insides are filled with agony. Normally, after fucking a client I am on a high, ready for the next, but not tonight. The high quickly left me after I came. I thought pushing the limits was the answer, but it was only a brief one. Knowing that things are truly over with Abby…is just killing me.
I slip on a change of clothes and head for the kitchen, and the sight of my couch hits me hard. I ignored it when I first came home, but now, it’s right here in my face and there is nothing that I can do to erase the memory. The memory of Abby and I as we fucked and then how she laid in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep.
Fuck, I wish I could have her in my arms right now.
Pulling my eyes away from it, I grab a beer from the fridge and pound it, then grab a second one. I decide to go through my list of missed calls to schedule some fuck therapy, it’s all I have to help.
Where do I even begin?
There are so many that I have just ignored which is not what the girls are used to. Usually, I am all over my phone and schedule things right away. Glancing at the couch as I take a swig of the beer, I dial the last call on my missed log.
“Hey, can you hold on one second?” Natasha answers in her sweet tone.
“Of course, baby.”
Natasha is an editor for a local magazine and is always working, which she says leaves her no time to date, but she’s always up for a good, hard fucking,
which is exactly what I want.
“Sorry, I had to step into my office. Thanks for calling me back.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“I was getting worried. It took you longer than normal and I have needs, you know.”
“Well, that’s what I’m here for. So, you miss me?” I ask her.
“Mmmmhhh.”
“How much?”
“A lot. How could a girl not?”
“Why don’t you come and fuck me right now? My cock is so hard for you.”
She giggles and questions me, “Okay, where?”
“My place.”
“Really?” she sounds surprised. I’ve never let clients come here – I always go to them – but looking at that fucking couch, I know it’ll help me feel better to fuck her on it.
“Yes, I want you to come to my house so I can fuck you. That’s what your pussy wants, right?”
“God, yes.”
“I’ll text you my address. I live in Crown Heights; can you be here in the next 20 minutes?”
“Yeah!” I glance at the clock. It’s 6:07 now. If I give us ‘til 7:30, then I can schedule another client after we’re done. Having them come here might be the answer to my problems. This house used to be my space away from everything, my solitude, until Abby ruined it all.
“See you soon, sexy,” I tell her and hang up.
Going through the call log, I pick a few of my favorite fucks before Natasha arrives, scheduling out the rest of my night and even tomorrow morning. All of my clients are surprised by my request to come to my house, but they seem intrigued. Most of these girls I’ve been working with for years, so I’m sure they are interested to see a more intimate side of me.
Grabbing my bag of toys, I set everything I’ll need out on the coffee table, and then look at the spot where Abby and I last slept. It was my own mistake to let her into my heart. I’ll wash away any memory of her tonight by fucking some of New York’s hottest women in the spot that for some stupid ass reason stands as a trigger inside of me.