Chronicles of a Call Girl part 3

I rode silently in the back of the cab, clutching my purse tightly to my side. After several minutes I put my hand inside the purse again. It connected with several of the cool one hundred dollar bills. I began to smile. Now all I had to do was collect the other three hundred from my secret spot at the house. I’d found out through google that I couldn’t rent a car unless I was eighteen. I’d seriously thought about enlisting the help of my best friend Michelle; she was already eighteen and had gotten her driver’s license a month earlier. But in the end common sense won out. The less Michelle knew about where I was going the better chance I’d have of not being found. Everyone knew how tight we were, she’d be the first person they’d crack down on once I came up missing. I felt a hot tear roll down my right cheek, but didn’t bother to swat it away. As of now I was truly alone.

When the cab pulled up in front of the house, I instructed him to stay put and keep the engine running. It was a Friday night, a little after eight. Patrick always left work and went straight to the local bar on Fridays. He’d usually stumble in the house early Saturday morning with a raging hanger-over and a temper to match. And of course I’d be to blame for him spending all of his money the night before on gambling…or alcohol…or drugs. My body clenched at the memories. I fished the key out of my pocket and took the steps two at a time. By the time I cleared the last step, a cold chill hit the middle of spine. The door was cracked. Damnit!

I pushed the door a little with my foot causing it to open a little wider. It was dark outside, and the porch light only reached so far inside the living room. But still I could make out his silhouette slumped over on the couch. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was passed out drunk. All I had to do was go get the money and the bag of clothes I’d stashed in the attic. By the time he woke up, I’d be long gone!

I walked into the living room careful not to make any noise. By the time I made it pass him, the living room light popped on. I froze.

“Hello Lyric,” I heard Law’s voice say. I forced myself to turn around and face him. When my eyes finally connected with him, he was standing next to the living room door. Law was a hot-shot dope boy. Rumor was that he was even connected with the mafia. Most of the girls I knew thought he was dangerous and sexy. I just thought he was dangerous.

“How much does he own you?” I asked him with as much cool as I could muster up. My heart was slamming into my chest so hard that stars had begun to dance in front of my eyes. I blinked them away and focused.

“Oh just a couple of thousand,” he said in a nonchalant tone.

“Well today is your lucky day, because I have a couple of thousand” I said squaring my shoulders.

“Yea sure you do,” he said chuckling. Then he pushed the door closed. Immediately my heart dropped into my stomach. I quickly reached into my purse and snatched out all the money.

“Here’s your couple of thousand, now get the fuck out!” I screamed at him as I threw the money. It broke my heart to watch my chance at freedom fly out of my hand, but I knew what he was capable of. I’d heard the stories.

He looked down at the money in shock. “Wow you’ve been a busy little bitch huh?” he said as he stooped down, picked up one of the bills, and inspected it. “So how many dicks did you have to suck to make this type of money little girl?”

“Doesn’t it matter? You got your money now leave.” I reached my hand back into my purse just in case he tried some funny shit. It only took me a second to realize the mace wasn’t there. I’d been so giddy about Anthony saying he wanted to see me again that I’d completely forgotten to get it off the bedroom floor. Stupid!

“Yea I should leave shouldn’t I?” he said before picking up the rest of the money and turning toward the door. Relief washed over my entire body at the sight of his back. At least I still had three hundred in the attic. He opened the door, but then slammed it back shut and locked it. “You know Lyric, I almost forgot something?” he said turning back around.

“Yea what’s that?” I asked. By this time I had no confidence left to muster up. My voice was shaking and the tears had started to flow uncontrollably down my face.

“You know I told your father I’d give him a little more time to come up on the money. But the funny thing is that he begged me to take you instead. At first I was like nah. But then I saw you prancing your thick ass around the hood the other day and I thought to myself…Hell I got a lot of money, but a piece of ass like the one you got…well that’s a temptation I just can’t seem to pass up!”

I tried to run, but he caught me before I could make it to my bedroom door. He slammed me against wall, my head hit it so hard that I almost passed out. “Please no! I can get more money! I’ll pay you whatever you want!” I screamed as he pinned me up against the wall and began to rip at my panties. He didn’t speak, instead wrestled me until I couldn’t move, unzipped his pants, and then rammed his dick into my ass. I’d never had anal sex before, the pain was so excruciating that I thought I would die. But I didn’t.

“Patrick! You son of a bitch! Please help me… Daddy” I cried…


Chronicles of a Call Girl: Part 1 & 2

I turned my first trick when I was sixteen. I can still see his dark brown eyes staring down at me as I positioned myself onto the pillow between his legs. I can smell the expensive cologne that filled my nose as I nervously fondled with the zipper of his suit pants. By the time I pulled his penis out, my palms were so sweaty you’d have thought I laced them with lube. I struggled to get a grip on my emotions, It wasn’t like I hadn’t already done it before…at least this time I was going to get paid. I was hoping the three hundred dollars he’d promised me plus the money I’d save from my summer job would be enough to get me far away from that dump I’d been forced to call home. Far away from that animal I’d been forced to call my father.

A knock at the door startled me. “Who is that?” I asked looking up at him expectantly. Aden didn’t answer me. Instead he stood up and walked out the room without even bothering to zip his pants. Immediately my heart began to pound. I’d caught a cab all the way out to his house in the middle of no fucking where. On top of that, no one knew where I was. I stood to my feet and quickly pulled on my top before walking over to my purse and shoes. When I turned back around, he was back… but he wasn’t alone. A mirror image of Aden stood next to him watching me like I was an ice cream cone on the hottest summer day. My heart began beating so fast that it hurt…I’d walked into a goddamn trap.

“My brother was wondering if he could join the party,” he said with a smirk on his face.

“No, I have to go home.” The words fell clumsily from my lips as my hand landed on the can of mace in my purse. When Aden began walking towards me, I snatched the mace out of my purse and pointed it at him. If I was going to get raped, it wasn’t happening without a fight. To my surprise, he stopped dead in his tracks. However instead of retreating, he slowly took out his wallet, pulled out ten one hundred dollar bills and then threw them at my feet. My mouth damn near hit the floor as I looked down in complete disbelief. I’d never seen that much money at one time before.

“If that isn’t enough, we’ll double it,” his twin said in a matter of fact tone.

My eyes shot up to look the twin dead in his eyes. Holy shit he was serious! His jaw line twitched slightly as he awaited my answer. I thought of my father…there was no way in hell I was going back to that house. The fear of being raped slowly began to fade away. I squared my shoulders and continued to look him in the eyes…challenging him to make good on his word. He stood well over six feet, his athletic build barely concealed by the dark, expensive-looking suit he had on. Since he and Aden were identical, my guess was that his dick was equally as huge. Damn right I wanted double!

As if he’d read my mind, his intense gaze soften, and then it broke as he flashed me a damn near perfect smile. “She better be worth it brother,” he said without ever actually looking at him. Before I knew it, I had another thousand at my feet!

I slowly lowered the can of mace that I’d been gripping the entire time the ordeal was going down. “Good girl,” Aden said before walking over and whispering into my ear, “Now strip…slowly.”

I did as I was told.

Aden sat behind me on the bed as I took off my clothes, but his brother never moved from the place he’d been standing the whole time. His stare was unnerving. He was definitely the dominant one, the one I needed to please. I forced myself to match his gaze as I slowly removed my panties, then I walked over to him. I stood on my tiptoes, and buried my hands in his dreads. Gripping them tightly, I pulled his head down until his lips touched mine. The kiss started off soft, he was reluctant. I probed until he finally broke, his lips opening up to mine. Then I broke contact! I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. They were so glazed and needy that it took everything in me not to start kissing him again. His dick was pulsating against my stomach as he watched me.  For the first time ever, my pussy got soaking wet.

“She’s all yours brother,” I heard Aden say as he walked pass us and then disappeared out the bedroom door. His departure snapped me out of my trance… I needed that money.

“Does this mean that I only get a thousand?” I asked him nervously.

“No, I am a man of my word. The money is yours.”

I didn’t say another word for fear that he might change his mind. Instead I went down on my knees, my legs connecting with the cool wooden floor. I unzipped his pants and took his dick into my mouth so hard that it caused him to rock back on his heels. After a while of me simultaneously suck and jerking him off, he grabbed my head and began ramming his dick into the back of my throat. It wasn’t long before his loud moans became in sync with the rhythm of his strokes.

I smiled inwardly…each thrust brought me closer to my freedom… and him closer to his nut.