by Nicole Casey
“Preston Maxwell, you’re a fucking idiot!” I screamed at him, my wrath howling out of me like a caged animal gone free. “I’m not seeing you for the money anymore. I’m already way past that. I’m way fucking past that. Don’t you get it? I’d sleep with you even if you never gave me another cent! I’d sleep with you because I want to, because I want you!”
He remained silent and I knew I struck a chord. I didn’t stop though, “Look… just leave me alone tonight. I wanted to just spend time with my friends and you just had to come along and fuck it up.”
“There’s no way I’m just going to let you walk out of my life like this,” Preston argued.
“Really? Is it because you’ve already spent so much money on me? Am I going to become a wasted asset for you?” The words just spilled out of my mouth and I didn’t even know where I was going with my ranting. “Look, it was fun. I needed money and I sold my fucking virginity to you… but damn it, Preston, can’t you see I’m not seeing you anymore for the money? You can take it all back if you want.”
Preston just looked at me with hurt eyes and said, “I don’t understand what you’re saying. All I’ve known my whole life is that girls only come to me for the money and you did too. That’s why I keep giving you cash each time you come over to have sex with me.”
“I’m not your prostitute,” I pressed on. Tears were flowing down my cheeks and I knew my makeup was totally ruined. “Maybe I was once but there’s something more now. I want something more than just money from you Preston. If you can’t figure that out, you’re a fucking moron, and I’ve wasted my goddamn time trying to let you know how I feel.”
I didn’t waste another second and, without looking back, got into my car and drove away.
16
Preston
I watched as Lyla left. I watched and stood in silence, in solitude and in regret.
“Fuck this,” I told myself. “If she doesn’t want to get paid and have all her problems solved then so be it. I can always get another girl.”
There was no point in hoping Lyla would call me or drive back. She was mad as fuck and I didn’t want to deal with that. I got into my car and drove straight for Mercury Wild. Unfortunately, most of my friends weren’t there but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have fun.
The only person I noticed there was Trevor but that was expected; he owned the place, after all. However, I saw his girl Jasmine come out of the office and noticed how sweet they were together. She snuggled into his arms when he embraced her and they shared a sensual dance on the floor.
I wanted that but man, things got so fucked up so quickly.
I didn’t even have to work hard to get the attention I wanted. Just a few drinks in, a dance here and there, and soon enough I had a bombshell babe sitting on my lap licking my neck and moaning loudly into my ear whenever I’d slip my hand under her shirt and give her tits a squeeze.
“What’s your name?” I asked her before I leaned in forward to kiss her lips.
“Melody,” she told me and she reached down and grabbed my junk. “But you can call me whatever you want.”
“You’re such a naughty little slut,” I told her as I smiled and bit down on her lower lip. She giggled and kissed me back. That soft kiss went in deeper and soon enough she was grinding on my lap. I didn’t want to make a scene so I picked her up and brought her to the men’s room and took her right into a stall.
I shut the door, opened my zipper and let her hold onto my raging cock.
However, even as we made out, I felt an odd knot in my gut just grow. It was like there was this heavy void that even this voluptuous, naughty woman couldn’t fulfill. Here I was, already half-naked with a gorgeous girl but I wasn’t happy. I didn’t want to hook up with just anyone.
I wanted Lyla.
“I-I’m sorry,” I told Melody and pushed her away. She looked up at me with confusion but I didn’t say another word and stormed out of the bathroom. I just gave Trevor and Jasmine a quick nod when I passed them by and headed straight for my car, never caring to look back to check on Melody or anyone else.
As I drove, I dialed on my phone. “Come on, Lyla, pick up the phone.”
She didn’t answer. I tried again and again but each time I did I was only greeted by silence. By the time I got home to my penthouse suite, I had called her number a good fifteen times but to no avail. I even texted her while I was on the elevator but she didn’t send anything back.
Inside my suite, I threw off my clothes and just crashed onto my bed.
“You’re an idiot,” I told myself. “Why didn’t you just go out there to say you love her?”
If I could slap myself and scold myself to death I would. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world right now. The girl of my dreams was right there in front of me and she was always here when I called for her, but now I just had to fuck it all up. I ruined everything.
With a heavy sigh of disappointment I tossed my phone to the floor and went to sleep.
17
Lyla
I thought about what happened that night. The words we exchanged during our argument kept ringing in my head for days. All I could think about for a week was the way he insisted to pay me for more time.
Maybe I gave the wrong impression. Maybe he thought I was still prostituting myself to him all this time. Maybe I should have told him how I felt.
Preston did call, almost every day in fact, but I never took the chance to answer him. I ignored him and hoped that all these issues would just come to pass. I had earned enough from being a whore and now it was time to leave that life behind. I needed something real.
My first sign that things might change for the better was when I woke up the next Monday morning and got call not from Preston but from the medical center.
“Hello, Lyla?” Doctor Holland greeted.
I was still a little groggy but did manage to recognize his voice. “Oh! Good morning Doctor Holland. How may I help you?”
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said on the other line. I told him he didn’t even though in all honesty he kind of did. I was awake a few minutes prior but it was the phone ring that truly got me up on my bed. “Will you be able to drop by this week?”
My eyebrow twisted as I thought about it real quick. I had one more interview somewhere but it was in a hospital on the other end of town. That was my only real schedule for the entire week. “I’m free all week except this Thursday.”
“Well, I hope it isn’t for another job because we here have decided to hire you!” Doctor Holland told me. “We want you in now just as a nurse but to consider taking the head nurse position. This means you’ll have an office all to yourself and will be managing all of the nursing staff in the facility. Of course, we still need you to come here soon so we can discuss compensation and bonuses.”
Everything just sounded like the universe singing my personal theme song. I was in pure Nirvana knowing that finally I landed a job.
“Absolutely,” I answered. “I’ll be there today if you’re available.”
“Sure, we’d appreciate that,” he said.
I looked out the bedroom window and saw it was starting to get a little gloomy. “What time can I go there, doc? It looks like it might rain today.”
“You can drop by anytime,” he replied. “Just let me know when you’re on your way so I can get your paperwork ready in time.”
“Thanks sir,” I said. “I’ll see you later then. I’ll send a text message when I’m on my way. Good-bye!”
Click.
I crashed back down on my bed, tossed my phone to the side and let out a sigh of relief. Finally… just, finally… everything was turning out okay. After all the mess I’ve been through lately it was nice to know that life hadn’t given up on me just yet.
Of course, I didn’t want to waste time so I took a shower and decided to just have a sandwich on the way out. I had nothing to do anyway so I might as well just head there, sign those papers and hopefully get a sign-on bon
us too.
For a moment I was tempted to put on a sexy mini-skirt and a black tank top but then I remembered one crucial detail: I wasn’t going to be seeing Preston anymore. I didn’t have to dress so slutty anymore.
Instead, I settled for a pair of jeans and a plain pink shirt. I put on a coat, anticipating the rain, and headed out of the house.
18
Preston
Why wouldn’t she pick up any of my calls?
Here I was again, getting drunk at Mercury Wild. I had Dylan with me and he was the first of my circle of friends to point out that Lyla may be the one I’ve always been waiting for. Maybe she was the woman who would fill in the void that no other woman could ever dare to do so. Maybe Lyla was like Jasmine to Trevor.
“I don’t know man,” I told him as I sipped on my beer. It was early in the morning and yet we were drinking so much beer. I was already on my third bottle. “Come on, she was a nurse but out of desperation she became a fucking whore. If it wasn’t for my money she would have never given the time of day.”
Dylan shook his head, “We don’t know that, dude. All we know is that you two got together and now you blew it. Admit it, man, you fucking blew your big chance there.”
“What do you think I should do then? She won’t pick up any of my calls. How am I supposed to tell her I’m sorry and that I really want her in my life?”
My friend patted my shoulder and laughed. “Come on, man,” he told me. “That should be easy as shit. You know where she lives. You know how you feel and how she felt. Get the fuck out of here, head over there and make your case. Don’t let her leave until you’ve said your piece.”
“And if she still leaves?”
“Then let it go,” Dylan said. “At least you’ll be at peace, man. At least you can say you genuinely tried and this time without offering money.”
His words were the words of wisdom and I smiled in agreement. I took one last gulp at my drink and then thanked him for what he had to say. His advice convinced me I still had one shot – maybe just one shot – at fixing this.
When I was ready, I bid farewell. I left Mercury Wild and drove all the way to Lyla’s home.
It took me nearly thirty minutes to get there due to traffic and how far her house was from downtown. I did get there though, roughly fifteen minutes before nine o’clock in the morning. I could see her car was still parked so she must be inside. That made me sigh in relief; at least I knew she was home and that I could talk to her.
For a few minutes I just sat in my car, pondering on what to say and how to say it. There was a myriad of ideas popping in my head and all of them might end up with her leaving. The fact that the sky was grey and gloomy wasn’t helping one bit either.
“Come on, you can do this,” I told myself, attempting to boost my courage.
19
Lyla
I had to leave but as soon as I walked out the door, I saw Preston parked right outside my apartment. It was beginning to drizzle a bit and he didn’t even have a jacket or umbrella.
“What are you doing here?” I yelled out. I kept on walking but tried to keep my distance, aiming to just reach my car parked across the street.
“You weren’t answering my calls,” Preston answered back.
I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t want this. I rushed as fast as I could and made my way passed him and towards my car. All I had to do was just hop in, drive off and ignore him… right? Once I get to the medical center he can’t bug me anymore.
Just as I walked passed him, Preston reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Let go of me!”
He pulled me in closer and said, “Listen to me! Just listen to me. If you don’t agree with anything I say then fine, leave if you want!”
As he spoke, heavy rain began to wash down on us. The drizzle grew in strength and we were both getting soaked, standing outside in the street. I just looked at him and never said a word, just waiting for him to say whatever he needed to say.
“Look,” he then began. “To be honest with you, when I first met you I was already obsessed with how freaking hot you are. Ever since I met you in that hospital I couldn’t help but get horny picturing you in my head. I’m not the kind of guy who goes for romance and falls in love or other shit like that… but then you actually came into my life and all this shit changed.”
“So you’re saying I changed you?”
Preston shook his head, “You didn’t just change me… you changed everything. I thought I’d never fall in love. I thought I’d always just be the kind of guy who’d sleep with every girl I can hook up with since I have money. When I bought you at the auction, I thought it was just going to be as simple as paying you for sex, but the more we spent time together, the more things became more complicated than that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I was so soaked in the rain now and it was getting really cold. I shivered but I didn’t want him to see that. “Tell me what you mean!”
“What I mean is that I love you!” he shouted back. “I love you, Lyla Bishop! I just thought you wouldn’t love me back if I didn’t keep on paying you.”
Smack!
I watched as Preston stumbled a step back when I punched him in the face. God… I never punched anyone before. My hand hurt so bad from the impact but when I looked over at him, I saw he didn’t even seemed a little bit phased from the hit.
“What the hell was that for?” he asked me as he rubbed his cheek.
“Why the hell would you think that way?” I asked him. I was gritting my teeth and trying hard to calm my nerves down. The rain wasn’t helping, either. “Damn it, Preston… sure, I needed the money when we first began but didn’t you notice anything? I didn’t want to get paid for sex anymore. I’d have sex with you regardless of the money. You know why? I’d do it because I love you too, you bumbling moron!”
Preston stared at me for what seemed like forever. Then, almost out of nowhere, he smiled and pulled me in for a hug. As soon as our bodies smacked together he pulled my face up and pressed his lips against mine. It was the most sincere kiss we’d ever had since day one.
“I love you,” he whispered as the rain crashed on our faces.
“I love you too,” I told him. I leaned forward and kissed him back and our kiss continued on until he was pressing my back against my car and had his other hand underneath my pants, grabbing onto my ass with a reassuring squeeze.
He wiped the water off my face – a useless gesture, sure, but still so sweet – and gave me a smile. “Sorry I disturbed you. You’re soaking wet now too.”
“I’m wet between the legs too, if you were curious,” I whispered in a sultry voice. I leaned in closer and nibbled his ear before I said, “I have to step inside and change. Maybe you can come with me and make sure I never put anything back on.”
That put a big smile on his face and just like in any romantic movie in the past fifty years he picked me up and carried me inside. I giggled in excitement and joy. I could give him this morning. I could always head to the medical center later before lunch; I still had time.
All I wanted right now was to spend time with the one man I truly loved. Maybe our love story wasn’t the typical one but I was so glad he bought my virginity that day at the auction show.
When he brought me in he practically ripped my clothes off and tossed them into the bathroom. He took his own clothes off in a rush and pushed me down to the bed. Before I knew what he had in mind, he spread my legs and buried his face deep between them.
“O-oh my, P-Preston!” I moaned and stuttered when I felt the warmth of his tongue slithering my pussy lips. “Ooh, aah f-fuck it’s so good!”
Preston didn’t say another word and instead focused entirely on devouring my womanhood. I felt his tongue lash in and out as he dug it between my walls. When he’d pull out he would go right back in to suckle on my pussy and even pinch my clit with his teeth, just enough to get me to squirm and shudder in ecstasy.
It was mind-blowi
ng and intoxicating. I didn’t know how long he stayed there but soon enough I was dripping from another orgasm and Preston simply sucked on all my juices before he finally licked up my leg, up my belly and to my lips.
“I love you, Lyla,” he whispered after he gave me a quick but deep kiss. “I love you so fucking much I am never going to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to go,” I told him back as I reached down and stroked his throbbing, raging cock. “I love you too, Preston. I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuck me, babe, please… just like our first night. I want to feel you all night long.”
With my words of consent I unleashed the beast within and Preston pounded his way into me, thrusting his cock between my legs and claiming me for his own. All through the night I could hear my voice echo and bounce across the walls as he plowed into me with such excitement.
There was not a single room in my apartment left untouched by our sex. He took me in the bedroom, on the living room couch, in the bathtub and on the kitchen counter. Even when I was exhausted, two hours after we began, he found new ways to spread me wide and make me experience new heights of pleasure. Even after he was spent he could still find it in him to vigorously fuck me and spill his cum in and all over me. By the time the night was done I was filled with his warm, delicious seed.
By the next morning, I was going to get up and make us breakfast but then I saw him resting, sleeping by my side. Naked, I was enticed by the sight of his meat and took it into my mouth. It was addicting and soon enough I was slobbering all over his cock until he woke up and decided to grab my head and continue fucking me for breakfast. I wouldn’t prefer any other meal but his meat.
In the end, I didn’t get to go see Doctor Holland until two days after but he was very kind and lenient about it. He even told me that it was okay given the stormy weather and was just happy I was safe. After another short interview, this time in front of the board of directors and other head doctors, they hired me to be the facility’s head nurse. This meant I would have administrative duties alongside being a nurse for the patients. When they showed me my salary, I felt a surge of pride – I would earn enough to provide for both myself and my dad without having to ask from Preston.