High Class Harlot (Switching Tracks Series Book 2)

by Delia Steele

  I wake up the next morning to the sizzling sound of happiness and the smell of perfection. I hear Clay shout, “Ouch!…uh…shit!” I slide out of bed and drag on one of his button-up shirts. I round the corner to his all-white kitchen and watch him, awaiting discovery. The smell of bacon is overwhelming, and I think I may marry it.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” Clay says as he turns towards me, licking the brown sugar from his fingers. He is such a site, standing there in his shorts and a t-shirt, the morning sun casting this haze around him as he cooks. It would be so easy to be here with him. Just like this. Every day. However, easy is the way my whole life has been, and look where it got me. No thanks. Whatever my life is meant to be, I should fight for it. For once in my life, I want to deserve what I have.

  I grab a glass and pour myself some O.J. before taking a seat at the small table. I pull my legs under me and get comfortable while I pick at the already-waiting bacon.

  “Good morning, Clay. Sleep well?” I smile at him, trying to hide my melancholy thoughts. He’s always so good at reading me, and I don’t want to be a downer this morning.

  Clay replies, “I did. I would ask you the same, but your snoring was sign enough.”

  (Clay)

  I wish she could see herself the way I do. She is so gorgeous, sitting there all natural, untainted, and perfect. She is the most remarkable woman alive, yet she hates herself, and I don’t know why. That hate shadows the beauty she exudes. So classy, yet so assy. And all mine. I thank God for every day that she lets me love her.

  (Mando)

  The look in his eye is enough to tell me he is mentally scorning me for being so hard on myself. So fucking perceptive. He just doesn’t get it.

  “I do not snore, snugglefart; I breathe hard. I have trouble with my ears.” His laugh makes me jump. He doubles over, cackling at me like a fool. “WHAT?” I demand, throwing a slice of bacon at him.

  “Your ears? What the hell do your ears have to do with you snoring? Also, what is a snugglefart? Or do I want to know?”

  I waste no time making my way across the slick white tiles to reach my guy. I have a serious need to put my hands on him. Right now!

  “I don’t know what my fucking ears have to do with snoring; I just said something so you would shut up about it. Now, stop cooking all this damn food and show me how you are supposed to treat your favorite girl.”

  I get the sentence out just as his hands wrap around my body, pick me up, and place me on the counter—bacon forgotten. My body is already humming with sexual desire, and he hasn’t done anything except pick me up. It’s as if he has a direct line to my vagina. “Hello? Hi, vagina. Mandoconda here. Open and say, ahhh!” And BOOM! Just like that, my legs are wrapped around his body and my hands are running over the globes of his ass. He best be glad I don’t have a strap-on because I’d so make him my bi… “Ah, shit, Clay!” I throw my head back in ecstasy and moan as he grinds into me—strap-on forgotten also.

  “Amandolette, I love you so much.” He whispers into my ear softly as his fingers move up the inside of my leg, teasing me, pleasing me. “Who do you want, baby?” I push down on his finger, urging him further up my body. “Tell me.” I lean my head up enough to look him in the eye. “You… Always you.” One finger in. Then two. I suck a breath through my teeth and feel my body quiver, begging for release. “How do you want it?” I love this side of Clay; he is so controlling during sex. “Hard, please.”

  Without warning, his fingers dig deep, causing my whole body to come off the counter. I wrap my arms around his neck and hang on, giving him leverage to pound my pussy into next week. As his fingers move in and out of my body, I let go. I lose myself in this wonderful man.

  “Harder!” I cry out, and he stops. Right as I am about to complain, he moves his hand, flops that fucking meat monster out, and shoves it into my pussy so hard I scream with pleasurable pain.

  “If you want it hard, Imma give you something hard.” His hands slide down to my hips, and he squeezes tight. I wrap my legs around him tighter, and right there on the counter top, he fucks my brains out. I mean, he beats that big fucking cock against my pussy so hard I know I will have bruises on my inner thighs when we are done. And I welcome it! I feel the cum running all over the counter and my legs, his grunting fueling me, making me wetter. I start moaning in response to his grunts, and he digs even deeper, hands squeezing my ass cheeks as he pulls me to him. His grunts take on a growl, and the sound hits me straight in the cunt.

  “Fuck me, that noise, though!” I scream out. Pound for pound, he doesn’t slow down. Instead, his hand lets go of my ass, and I feel his finger on my swollen clit, rubbing small circles, powering me forward into fucking space. “Come on, Clay, baby, almos. . .AHHH! FUCK!” After two more hard thrusts, he pulls out, and I’m not sure who is squirting further. His juices hit me on my stomach—thank God for button-up shirts—and I am still going, my juices flying out at him like a spitting alien cooter.

  “Damn, Mando, baby! Feel good?” He smiles triumphantly at me, watching the show.

  “Hell yes!” I say when I can breathe again. “I’ve never squirted before! Shit… didn’t even know I could.” He leans in and wraps me in a tight hug. Suddenly, a thought hits me. “Hey, why did you ask who I wanted? That was weird. I mean, come on captain obvious; I’m right here for fuck’s sake.” He leans back, giving me that full-size, pearly-white smile that leaves girls’ panties soaked on the daily.

  “I saw your man crush last Monday. You still have a thing for that dude?” HA! Is he serious?

  “That dude? That dude is Rax. Rax the fucking rockstar. Seriously?” I watch his face. He is serious, and he wants an answer. “OK, fine then, YES! I have a thing for the hottest fucking rockstar on the planet, and if Killer Buzz Float comes anywhere near me, you best chain my fucking cooter to a furnace, because my ass is going Black Snake Moan on a motherfucker. BET!”

  I jump down off the counter, leaving my mark everywhere, and turn my ass towards Clay. I’ve thrown him off; he doesn’t always like the truth. Not my problem. Rax is a musical God, and he happens to be my hall pass—given the chance, of course. I push my butt into Clay and pull his arms around me, prompting him to hug me. When he gives in, snuggling close, I fart on him. “And that, Mr. Jealous-as-fuck, is a snugglefart!”

  The good mood doesn’t last long. Clay runs after me down the hallway, laughing and pulling me into his body. “I really do love you, Mando. The first time I ever saw you at school, I thought you were hot; but the first time I hung out with you, you ruined me for any other woman. I knew it had to be you. Five years now and we can still laugh and smile with each other. That’s amazing; you know that, right?” I stop and wait for him to do it; he does it every time I come around. He holds my face between his hands and looks at me imploringly. “You see it, right?”

  Pushing his hands down from my face, I walk towards the bedroom to get ready. “Mando, damn it, answer me!” I can feel him following me, but I don’t stop.

  “I plan to go see Rory and the kids today. I haven’t seen those bad-ass boys in ages. They were away on a camping thing last weekend.” How else can I distract him? I’m not sure why I try. I already know it’s coming. Never fails.

  “Stop ignoring me. I am so tired of this blow-off crap you pull on me. You know,” we are nose to nose now, “one day I won’t be sitting around this house waiting on you. I can’t wait forever. I deserve to be happy.” I can’t believe he went that far; he never says shit like this to me. “I love you so much, and I want to be with you. I want to hold you at night and wake up with you in my arms. Hell, Mando, I want to marry you and have little bad-ass, foul-mouthed, Mexican babies with your beautiful, raunchy ass; but I can’t even get you to move in with me.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

  “I can’t, Clay. I can’t leave Gran. I won’t.” It’s a cop-out, and he knows it as well as I do, but he doesn’t call me on it. Just shakes his head and goes back to the kitchen. Once I pull on s
ome tights, a long tunic, and add my array of gaudy jewelry to it, I make my way back towards him only to find a note.

  I get you two days a week, twice a month. I don’t want to spend them fighting. I have a few things to do while you go see Rory and the kids. I will be here when you get back. Please consider it, me, this time. We can wait on the wedding until you’re ready, but for the love of all things real, come home to me. I want to be your home.

  Love,

  Clay

  P.S. Please don’t make me the only King in this house forever. I can wait, but not forever.

  Crumpling the note, I grab my bag and head out the door. I need some happy in my life, and I know a perfect, seven-year-old, curly-headed, miniature mountain of happy that can fix that.

  “Aunt Mando, I missed you. Can we go get our nails done? Please? Mom won’t take me. She says it’s silly at my age. But look at this polish! It’s chipped and ugly. The color is sooo ugly. It’s Moo-ve.” Just as I predicted. Mood lifted.

  “Mauve, Saige. And you’re correct; it’s ugly as sh…”

  “Watch your mouth, Riaz! I don’t know why you feel the need to cuss so much.” I turn to see the ever sexilicious Rome walk into the room. His hair is slightly shaggy, but he is still sexy as hell; and if I didn’t have Clay and he wasn’t in love with my kind-of-sort-of sister, I’d do him. Hell, I tried to do him when I was in high school. He is so hot he should come with a fucking warning label. God doesn’t make a man like this very often; He does this when He wants to show out. AND SHOW OUT, HE DID!

  “Because, hot stuff, it’s who I am. I cuss. They are just words, and I like the self-expression and satisfaction it gives me. My words have as much personality as I do. It’s not a bad thing, ya know. God didn’t write a list of words and say, ‘DO NOT SAY THESE WORDS, OR I’LL DISOWN YOU!’ NO! A bunch of wannabe upper-class-superior humanoids did that shit on purpose. I swear some uppity pencil skirt, pearl-wearing bitch was like, ‘Yes, one day the Mando will come, and someone needs to control or condemn her.’ They did that shit to spite me. They knew this force of nature was going to happen, and honey, I DID! So, FUCK THOSE BITCH-ASS HOES UP THEIR NOSES. Now, where’s the wife and boys?” He chuckles and shakes his head at me as he bends down and kisses Saige on the cheek. It has always amazed me how he loves her, knowing she isn’t his biologically. It must be an incredible feeling to love someone so fervently you accept them for who they are, flaws and all. Clay doesn’t know about all my flaws…to be able love me that way.

  “Rory is out back reading a book, enjoying the peace, and Thax took the boys to the game store to grab a new video game. They saved and worked together to get a new one faster. Those two blow my mind. If Rio hadn’t shot up a foot over the past summer, I swear I’d think they were twins myself.” He is so proud of them, and he should be. He has taught them to be men, and they show it in all of their actions.

  “‘Kay, Romeo, I am going to go check with my bestest biotch eva and see how you really been treating her.” I wink and turn.

  “Aunt Mando, my nails!” I look back and down at my sweet God-daughter.

  “We will go get your nails fixed tomorrow.” She nods her head in acceptance. “OK, Ashley says she will take me today, but I want you to take me. Ashley is a Vart.”

  “OK, One: I will take you tomorrow; Ashley can suck it. Two: What is a vart?”

  Her smile spreads across her face, “A vomit fart!”

  I die! The girl has hope after all! I love this kid. Stupid-crazy love this kid.

  “SAIGE!” Rome scolds her. She shies away, but I see the smile.

  “Good one, girl! I love it!” I rub her head and walk off to locate her mother.

  I find Rory sitting in the porch swing, paperback in hand, with a tissue crushed between her fingers. “Yo-Yo, what’cha cryin’ for, sissy-ass trailer trash?” In that second, when she looks up at me, I forget everything about her that makes me mad. I remember that it isn’t her fault everyone worships the ground she walks on. I do the same. She is the sweetest, kindest, most loving and devoted person one will ever meet. She is selfless. I should get her to teach me.

  “Nothing really. I know it’s coming, and I do it every time. I just get so attached to these characters, and I feel like I die a little inside every time one of them dies. She shouldn’t kill this guy off. Then again, it’s the hook, ya know? You root for him, and he doesn’t win. Tragic. Don’t tell Rome, but I so marry this guy in my mind. He is my book husband!” She smiles a shameful smile. I shove her so I can sit with her, and we hug up close as she folds the page and lays the old, tattered book down on the porch.

  “You are such a whore. It may be a fictional book whore, but you’re still a whore. Such a little smutter upper!” I love to hear her giggle. Her whole life sucked until Rome came barreling in, leaving no stone unturned, no hole untapped. “I was hoping to see the boys while I’m here.” As if on cue, I hear the door and look over.

  “Mando!” Rio and Denver come running and screaming with their hands stuck out. “We missed you so much!” They drop kisses all over my head and wrap their arms around my neck.

  “Hey, dudes! Y’all get the new game?” They nod enthusiastically in unison and start rambling about the plot of this new game, talking so fast all I get is cars, fast, sluts. . . Whoa, back up! “What? Sluts? What the f…ajitas are you two playing? You can’t play some fouled-up electronic porn.” Rory giggles, and I cut my eyes in her direction. What is she thinking? These two are at Boner DEFCON 1 ages, and she is letting them race fast cars and pick up virtual hookers?!

  “Rory, are you laughing? Seriously? I mean, if these two are jerkin’ their gherkin, dude, they could put an eye out or worse! What the fuck happens if you walk in and see it! Oh, Muh GAWD! I’d never be able to fu-”

  “MANDO, HUSH! They don’t play the online version, just the game version that is limited. And they are not jerkin’ anything… I don’t think. Anyways, it’s no worse than you teaching them ‘glitteris’ when they were still babies!” Oh yes, truth.

  “Where are Thaxamous and Romeo, Junior?” I turn, looking back towards the door Rio and Denver ran back through, more worried about playing their new game than messing with me.

  “Thax is likely over at Carla’s house by now. That girl is trouble, and she is going to drag him down. I just know it. She thinks he is going to be rich, so she is already digging in her claws. He had this one girlfriend…Evie? Maybe it was Yvonne… Anyways, she was sweet. But you know boys. They don’t go for the sweet ones; they want those freaky little tramps.” I smirk, “Yeah, Rory, they like those Ashleys!” We both burst out laughing. Rory likes the girl OK, but I won’t ever forgive her for the way she treated Rory. And all because of Toby McDoucheburger West. “And it’s Thaxton, not Thaxamous. That sounds like a tampon campaign gone bad. Rome, Jr. is in his crib napping. He sleeps all the freaking time.”

  I’m trying to listen to Rory, but thinking about Ashley and Toby just brings back my bad mood from earlier, and I start to dwell. A clicking noise catches my attention, and I turn towards Rory. She has an annoyed look on her face. “What?” I snap out in frustration.

  “Where are you at? Did you even hear a word I said?”

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I heard you. I chose to block you out after you mentioned tampons. By the way, I told Saige I’d take her to get her nails done tomorrow. Don’t let the Vart take her, OK?” I get up and cause the swing to move, almost making Rory fall out. I don’t apologize. I just can’t shake this anger. Or maybe it’s resentment. How is it that she has this nice place, surrounded by a family that loves her, and I am living in Hell? I scrub my hands down my face and push at my temples, trying to relieve the tension.

  “You OK, Mando?”

  I drop my hands and look at her. “Yeah. Headache’s all. So, tomorrow? Yes or no? I need to go. Clay’s home by now, and I am fucking tired, dude. It was a long drive, and Clay’s on my twat again about moving in and shit. I, uh…shit! I need to go before I freak out
on the wrong person.” I don’t wait for her response; I just leave. I walk around the house and head to my car. I can’t fucking deal. My mind is clouded with hatred at the moment. I just want to drive my car into a tree. Dying is easy. It’s living a life with a soul full of lies and darkness that is hard as fuck.

  Ten minutes later, I pull into the drive at Casa Clay. I head straight for the shower. I need to release the stress before I blow a fuse and cut somebody. As soon as the door shuts behind me, I kick off my shoes and drop my bag. I stalk through the house, on a mission for the shower. When I open the bathroom door, the steam rolls out. I didn’t even look to see if Clay was home. But here he is, in his shower with the clear curtain shadowing his body. Forget relaxing. I have a better idea. I jerk the curtain open and step in as I pull my top over my head. Before it even hits the floor, my hands are on him, my nails scratching him through the soap running down his chest. “Don’t ask questions; don’t dig too deep. Just fuck me right now, Clay.” I turn my back to him and stick my ass up in the air, bracing my hand on the built in seat. “I need you to fuck me right now. Hard. I need to forget my name, who I am, and where I come from. Do that for me, please,” I beg him as I press back into him. Without question, he goes to town. He doesn’t say a word. He grabs my hips without hesitation and shoves his Mandoconda into me. It feels like it’s ripping a hole through me, and I relish the pleasureful pain. I want more. “Harder, Clay! Make me scream! Make me. . .”