by Charity B.
The door is open just enough for him to stand in the space, as he looks me up and down with burning eyes that are the color of the castle in Emerald City.
Please, please let this be the right office.
Whoa…I did not seriously just think that. I shift my eyes away from his daunting gaze to see his name plate and my stomach takes a nosedive. Why in the world did they make the nameplates so freaking small?
Alexander Sørensen
Not Mr. Davis. Oh no.
“Shit.”
“Can I help you?”
His playful voice is lined with a smile and when I look back at him, it’s gorgeous. My heart is thumping and my stomach is fluttering. I feel so excited and I don’t know what for. I need to go.
“Oh no, uh…I’m sorry.”
I spin around and I know my face is bright red. Hurrying to the next office, I only stop long enough to read the name.
Silas Hamilton
I want to turn around to see if he’s still there. Just give myself one more look, but I chicken out. Sadly, I toss the small remainder of Toben’s lollipop in the garbage next to the last door. It’s the one I’m looking for.
Eric Davis
I knock three times and when I do, I hear the blond oxygen thief’s door shut, and I can exhale properly again.
The door in front of me opens, and while Mr. Davis is tall, he’s nothing like the angel I just saw. He has jet black hair that matches his cold eyes, and the way he’s standing in the doorframe makes me think he’s going to strangle me to death.
“Do you know what time it is?”
I dig for my phone in my jeans. “Not exactly.”
“It’s 11:06. Our playdate was at eleven. Not a good start.” He moves so I can pass. I waste no time getting undressed and on my knees. He’s already pissed and I don’t want to make it worse. “Well that’s better. Stand up.” I do and he runs his hands across my stomach before his fingers feel my wetness. “At least you show up ready.” He wipes his fingers across my cheek before he marches to his desk. “Bend over here.” Lying my stomach across the cool wood, I spread my legs so he can get a better look.
Whoosh
Sheesh. He doesn’t waste any time does he? I think that was a belt.
“I can see your cunt tighten. They told me you got off on this, that you were a sick little freak.” He wraps his belt around my neck and bites my shoulder before straightening my arms. His fingers touch my track marks.
“A bit cliché isn’t it? To be a junkie and a whore?”
Is that an actual question? “Um…yes, Mr. Davis?”
He laughs, though it isn’t meant to be kind. “Let’s see if you’re worth the seven grand I’m paying for you.”
Our prices went down after we turned eighteen. Apparently, being underage is worth more.
I hear the telltale sound of a condom wrapper seconds before he rams into me. I hold onto the edge of his desk and push right back, clenching around him.
“You know how to take a dick don’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Davis.”
He tightens the belt, completely cutting off all oxygen. I can feel myself drifting when he quickly removes it and I gasp in the air as quietly as I can. Grabbing my arm, he spins me to face him as he pulls off the condom.
“Get on your knees and swallow my cock.” He’s an average size so I have no problem taking him all the way down. The harder I suck, the faster they come. He slams into my mouth violently, pushing my head down to get deeper. “That’s right, suck it, cunt.” I feel him pulsing and I take every ounce he has to give me. I haven’t even been in here thirty minutes yet.
There’s no way he’s done playing.
Oh, he’s not done. I’ve never been burned by a lighter before. That one’s new. Logan’s burnt me with implements before, just never a straight open flame.
I’m sitting on the desk as he shoves himself into me. His pace picks up and he reaches into the pocket of his partially still-on trousers and removes a cherry bubblegum pop. He rips off the package and shoves it in my mouth as he pulls out of me and takes off the condom again. He strokes his hand up and down his length, jerking off as he watches me eat the candy. Suddenly, he rips it from my mouth, puts it next to the head of his dick and comes all over it.
Awwww dang it. Seriously? The jerk just ruined my sucker.
He hands it back to me, making me put it in my own mouth. “Don’t be fucking late next time.”
“Yes, Mr. Davis.”
“Do you have any appointments next Friday? I have an unpleasant event that evening and I would like you to be available to relieve my frustrations afterward.”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t usually tell me until a day or two before.”
“Alright, fine.” He puts his suit jacket on. “Now get your gash out of my office.”
He’s a charming one. As I leave, I linger a little too long in front of the first office, and let my fingertips run over the engraved letters.
Alexander.
Two weeks later—May, 2015
The alarm beeps and Toben groans, “Damn it, Tav, turn that shit off.”
I lay a big ol’ kiss on him and shoot out of bed. “Oh, hush, grumpy. It’s not my fault you drank so much last night. I have a playdate.”
As I go to the bathroom to get my toothbrush, I hear the click of his lighter. “That party was epic though, you have to admit,” he calls.
I grin. “Yeah.”
He isn’t lying. Christopher came through on the coke in a big way, and I have no idea who most of the people who were over here were, last night. Logan doesn’t care if we throw parties as long as the cops don’t get called. I still can’t believe people actually call the police.
We don’t blare the music too loud and our neighbors mind their own business. Besides, I’m pretty sure Toben is sleeping with Courtney next door.
When I finish brushing my teeth, I go back into my room to pick out my clothes and get undressed. Toben snorts a line and holds out the bill, so I take a couple too.
“I need to get in the shower.”
“Hold on Love, I’ll join you.”
He washes my hair and I wash his. Once I’m dried off, I hurry to get ready. Today is my playdate with Mr. Davis and I have been excited ever since Logan told me about it. I know it’s stupid, I just want to see him again, not Mr. Davis obviously, but Alexander. I like his name…and his face. I’m queasy and not exactly in a bad way. I don’t know why. I’ve seen handsome men before. Master is truly beautiful, and so is Toben, but he was just…wow.
I don’t know what seeing him is going to do, anyway. Give me something to dream about, I guess. I’m a little embarrassed that I’m having these thoughts. I’m acting like those girls at the bar that get all giggly over a cute guy.
Oh, cute doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Maybe Mr. Davis will refer him?
What?! I need to stop. Why would I want another Client? I do not need that, uh uh, no way.
“Why are you in such a hurry for a Client?” Toben asks as I throw on my sunglasses.
“I was late last time, I can’t be this time.”
It isn’t a lie, even though he narrows his eyes before kissing me.
I trudge way too slowly by the first office before going to Mr. Davis’ and knocking three times.
“Good to see you know how to tell time.”
Good to see you’re still a prick.
“Yes, Mr. Davis.”
He lets me in and slips off his jacket. I get naked while he pulls out his erection.
“It’s not gonna suck itself, bitch.”
Very clever. I’ve only heard that six thousand times. I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. For some reason, I get scared that Alexander might walk in and see this. While he might already know what I am, I don’t think the Clients are supposed to discuss this with just anyone. I know Toben and I aren’t supposed to.
He pulls me up and shoves me so I’m laying over his desk before
he grinds himself into me. “Fuck, you’re such a disgusting slut. Look at how much your pussy begs for my cock.” His fist jabs into my ribs and I swallow down my groan.
I know it’s entirely possible that I won’t see Alexander at all. I still don’t know what I would do even if I did. I just want to look at that face one more time. See that smile. He kind of reminds me of the prince doll I wanted as a kid with his pale blond hair. His eyes though, they were the brightest green I’ve ever seen.
Suddenly, my head bangs against the desk so hard my ears are ringing.
“Am I boring you, whore?”
“No, Mr. Davis.”
He licks his hand to get my ass wet before he pulls out and shoves himself in. “You like this? Tell me.”
“I like your cock in my ass, Mr. Davis.”
“Yeah, you do, skank.” He grunts as he comes and lays his chest against my back.
Pushing me to the floor, he pulls up his slacks. I grab my stockings and as I stand to roll them on, he tosses my bra at me before grabbing my chin.
“Stupid bitch! Look what you made me do!” He throws my face away from him. “I’m not supposed to mark your face and now your head is bleeding!” I get dressed as he throws his door open. In a low voice he orders, “Get out.”
I shove my hands in my dress pockets and step into the lobby. Where’s my candy?
“I won’t tell Logan,” I whisper.
Gripping the door frame, he glares down at me. “You better not, you junkie, and I won’t tell him how poor your performance was.” He pulls another cherry bubblegum pop out of his pants pocket. “I expect you to be more Goddamn attentive next time.”
I yank it from his hand. “Yes, Mr. Davis.” He doesn’t respond other than slamming the door in my face.
Sighing, I toss the wrapper in the trash, pull down my sunglasses, and slip the candy in my mouth, as I turn toward the elevator.
My stomach implodes as I realize Alexander is standing right outside his office. All I have to do is lift my head to see him. My face heats up and my heart quite literally skips, yet I’m able to make myself keep moving.
I feel panicked. This is what I wanted, so why can’t I just raise my head and look?
As soon as I’m in the elevator, I let out a harsh breath. Why couldn’t I just look? Just as I’m about to reach for the button, I swear to God, he slides into the elevator with me.
Holy crap.
I lift my sucker to my mouth, mostly out of habit, but for some reason I feel self-conscious about him seeing me with it. My eyes are probably the size of silver dollars so I’m thankful for my sunglasses. As he stands next to me, his scent fills the elevator. He smells the way he looks. It reminds me of summer. It’s how the sun smells, I bet.
His deep warm voice tickles my stomach giving me an intense urge to laugh. “Hi.”
Speak! “Oh…uh, hi.” I need to get out of here. I don’t know what’s going on. This is way too overwhelming.
“I’m on my way to grab a coffee. Would you like to join me?”
Did he just ask me out?
I do laugh then, he has no idea what he’s talking to. The thought is so absurd.
“Oh no, no, no, you don’t want that.”
Oh, God, can you imagine? If he only knew that I just had his co-worker in every single one of my orifices.
He lets out the sexiest little chuckle. “How could you possibly know that?” I think he has an accent, it’s just so subtle I can’t place it.
I’m tempted to just say it: because I am someone else’s toy. Because I’m a filthy whore and a drug addict. I’m sure that would change his tune, but I don’t want him to know. I have no idea why I care so much, I just know I would give anything right now to be anything else, to have any other life.
I sniff from the stupid coke and hold out my hand to emphasize my point. “Just trust me.”
There. Now he’ll stop torturing me.
I’m sure my eyes go wide again when he releases a deep rumbling laugh that fills the entire elevator, warming me all the way to my toes.
“Well now I’m intrigued.”
What?!
He turns to face me, and he’s so freaking tall. He isn’t as wide as Master, but I can tell by the way he wears that suit, he looks good under there.
Jeez! Why am I thinking this way? I see way too many naked men to spend my time thinking about them. He has such a lightness about him, yet his eyes are burning with lust and somehow, I don’t hate it.
“Go out with me tonight. At least let me decide for myself.”
Wow he’s relentless. My stomach is going spastic and I wish he would stop. This isn’t fair. I want to go with him to see who this person is. It’s impossible though… Isn’t it? What if I did go? Just one date. One night. I could pretend to be a normal girl on a normal date with an anything other than a normal guy. It would be harmless. It’s not like we’d have sex or anything. It would be a nice break from my life. Christopher does it all the time. He’ll go out with a girl once and never see her again.
I can’t keep myself from smiling.
“Are you alright? You’re bleeding.”
Oh crap. I forgot Mr. Davis cut my head. Next thing I know, he’s touching me. My head is warm from where his finger is. Even his touch is like the sun. It startles me, so I jump away from him. Reaching up to wipe, I see he’s right, there is blood. At least it’s close to my hairline.
“Are you okay?”
He looks genuinely worried. It’s cute though, because he’s concerned over a little cut that I can’t even feel. Imagine what he would do if he saw under my shirt.
Answer him!
“Oh yeah, I’m fine, um…thanks though.”
God is this elevator ever going to stop? I need to get away from him so I can breathe properly.
Finally, the ding signals our stop as he says, “Do you know where The Necco Room is? Say…ten o’clock tonight?”
Oh, come on!
You know what? Why shouldn’t I? I’ve never been on a real date before. Granted, I never have wanted to, but still…I want to now. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I sigh and repeat the information so he knows I have it. “The Necco Room, ten o’clock.”
The doors open and I have to keep myself from sprinting from the elevator as he calls after me.
“Wait! What’s your name?”
The tickle in my stomach from his enthusiasm makes me grin. “I’m Tavin, Tavin Winters.”
That was dumb. Why would he want to know my last name? I turn to see that smile that makes me-oh my God. Am I…am I turned on?! How is that even possible? He’s holding the doors open, and with his arm spread like that, he really does look like an angel.
“It’s nice to meet you, Tavin. My name is Alexander. I look forward to tonight…” his face flashes with an ornery expression, “and wear the knee highs.”
That pulls a little laugh from my mouth. I pop my candy back in and head outside toward the fresh air.
I’ll do what he asks because if I am anything, it’s an obedient plaything.
I haven’t been sober for a playdate in over a year, so I must be getting better at hiding it. Mr. Stride is in his mid-forties and a lot more physically fit than most Clients. Not that it really matters, but not hitting your head on belly fat while sucking dick is always a good thing.
He sits in his chair taking calls while I lick and take him in my mouth, when he suddenly, yanks me up by my hair and starts jerking me off. It’s so different to have such large, rough hands stroking me after Nikki’s small, soft hands were doing the same just a few hours ago. When he hangs up and wraps his mouth around me, I can feel his beard scraping me as his head bobs up and down. I thrust into his mouth and fist his gray hair.
“Fuck, oh God yes, suck my cock, Mr. Stride.” Damn, he really knows how to do this. I thrust into his mouth as he slides a finger into my ass and fucks me with it. “Oh, shit,” I moan. Fuck. “I’m coming…please, drink my come.”
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p; He moans around me, the vibrations sending me over the edge as he draws out every last bit. When he flips me over on his desk, he pierces his tongue into my ass before putting on a condom. He pounds me against the desk as he hits me with a flogger.
“Does my cock feel good in your little ass, Sweet Boy?”
“Yes, Mr. Stride.”
I can’t believe how used to this I’ve become. It’s just another day. When he is finished, he gives me strawberry licorice and tells me I am a good boy and he will see me again soon.
When I get home and through the front door, I see Tavin sitting on Logan’s face.
“Hi, Toben.”
“Hey, Love.”
Logan runs a knife across her ass and when I kiss her hello, she moans against my lips. He pulls her away from me and flips her to her back, shoving her up the couch.
I head into the kitchen to do a few lines of coke, and within a few minutes, he tells her he’s coming. As I go back out into the living room, they’re getting dressed and Logan orders us to kneel.
“I brought you some more needles and money in case I’m not able to come back before I leave town next week. It should be enough to last until I get back. If you need anything while I’m gone, just call Kyle. My plane departs Thursday morning and I’ll be gone for a month.” He runs his fingers through Tavin’s hair. “I left all this information and your client schedules in your rooms. Toben, you have a weekend playdate coming up.”
That’s complete bullshit. Whatever. When I had my last weekend playdate, the guy let me get so high I didn’t even know I was getting fucked.
Finally, Logan leaves and I get the kit out while Tavin cuddles up next to me.
“Hey, Love. How was your day?”
“Weird.”
I kiss her temple and clean off the table. “Yeah? What was so weird about it?”
“A guy asked me out. Like on a real date.”