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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.

Playing With Fire: Part 1

I slipped my hand under the sheets and began to gently stroke Quinton’s dick until his eyelids fluttered open. When he finally turned his sleepy gaze on me, my heart began to beat erratically. We’d had sex almost every day for the past month, but for some reason he still made me nervous as hell. Every time he starred at me with those dreamy brown eyes I just felt like he was exploring a piece of my soul that I’d long deemed off limits. And if that wasn’t enough he had dick for days and knew how to lay the pipe. Just the thought of how he’d bent my body like a contortionist earlier sent my hormones into a wild frenzy. I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and then re-focused in on my hand game. I kept at it until his dick began pulsating and jumping underneath my fingers. When he slowly moaned out my name in a plea for me to end the torture, I knew I had him.

My eyes darted towards the clock on the nightstand. If I moved quickly, maybe I could get him off one more time before I’d have to go…Ronnie was at home waiting on me. I’d lied to him again…this time I’d told him that me and my girl Natasha was hitting a club on the other side of town. He’d reluctantly agreed to let me go out but of course he’d given me a damn curfew. If I made it home even a minute late, I knew all hell would break lose. Ronnie was always looking for a reason to start a fight, maybe tonight I’d give him one. I pushed him out of my mind and pulled the sheets back stopping right beneath the tip of Quinton’s dick.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I perched onto my knees between his legs.

He knew damn well what was about to go down, but he got a kick out of asking me shit like that… freaky ass! I smiled at him and then grabbed his dick which was already sticking straight up in the air. I bent down until my mouth was so close I could feel the heat coming from it. Then I whispered seductively, “I’m about to blow your mind baby, make sure you watch me every step of the way.”

I had just finished buttoning up my jeans when Quinton pulled me between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I really have to go baby,” I said looking at the clock again. If I hit the e-way doing about seventy-five I’d be home on time. I pulled away and grabbed my heels slipping my feet into them one at a time. I was working on closing up the last strap when I heard him say the three words that made my heart stop. I looked up at him in disbelief.

“Did you hear me, I said I love you,” he repeated for the second time while I just stood there with my mouth agape. It felt like something had just sucked all the oxygen out the room and replace it with a poisonous gas.

“Are you serious?” was the only thing I could manage to choke out while simultaneously trying to figure out if he was playing some foul joke on my ass. Yes he had to be joking. Love wasn’t an option…we had that understood. Didn’t we?

“I’m very serious Keke,” he said pulling me towards him again. “I’ve never felt this way about any woman. I know we agreed that it was just sex, but it’s no longer just sex for me.” He stood up and placed his hand on the back of my neck, but I pushed away before he could kiss me. Why the hell did he have to go and fuck up a good thing?

“You can’t just go and change the rules because you feel like it,” I said warily.

“To hell with the rules. People change the rules all the time when they want something bad enough. I’m really feeling you, and I want you to be with me. The only thing I need to know is are you feeling me the same way?”

I was at a loss for words. If I was honest with myself I definitely had feelings for him. But none of that mattered. I didn’t want to end this, but that’s exactly what I’d have to do if he didn’t come to his senses. I looked at the clock again…if I didn’t leave now I’d be late.

“We will talk about this later ok. Have you seen my keys?” I asked while walking over to the nightstand.

“You’re keys? Are you kidding me? I’m pouring my heart out to you…trying to tell you how I feel and you are asking about your keys? C’mon Keke you can’t be that fucking cold hearted!” he practically yelled. I felt myself flinch a little, but not because he’d yelled. Ronnie had yelled at me so much during our relationship that I’d practically became immune to it. I flinched because I knew in my heart I’d have to come clean. That was the only way he’d understand.

“Q…I need to tell you something,” I stuttered.

“Ok then tell me,” he said folding his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you should sit down,” I said feeling the emotions build up in my throat until it felt as though they would choke me.

“Look unless you are going to tell me that you have HIV or that you are a man I think I’ll be okay standing. Just say whatever it is you have to say.”

I’d never really paid much attention to how tall Q was until now. Even with my heels on he seemed to tower over me. His eyes were so intense as he starred down at me that it took everything in me not to look away. “I’m in a relationship with someone Quinton. I lied when I told you that I’m between apartments and I live with my mom. The truth is I live with my boyfriend, we’ve been living together almost three years now.”

 

When I finally pull up in front of the house it was 1:45am. After arguing with Q for damn near twenty minutes and him making it clear that he never wanted to see me again, I’d practically did ninety all the way home. I could feel the muscles in my body tensing up as I unlocked the door. I took several deep breaths and pushed it open.

“So you just said fuck it huh? You come home when you get ready now is that it?” I heard Ronnie say before my eyes even adjusted to the darkness. He was sitting on the couch.

“I’m sorry I lost track of time,” I lied and then hit the switch to turn on the light.

I could smell the liquor coming off of him from across the room. That was strange because Ronnie never drank. “You’ve been drinking?” I asked at the same time that my eyes landed on a half empty bottle of Hennessey sitting on the glass table.

“And you’ve been out fucking!” he said picking the bottle up and throwing it at me. Luckily his aim was shitty and it crashed into the door behind. My mind went into overload as my brain tried to make sense of what he was saying. My alibi had been air tight and Q had no way of contacting him to tell him anything. How the fuck did he know? I put my arms out to ward him off and began denying his accusations as he launched up off the couch and stormed towards me. I braced myself expecting him to slap me which was what he usually did whenever I did anything to piss him. Instead he wrapped his hands around my neck and slammed me up against the wall. “Natasha told me everything! You think you a slick motherfucker huh bitch?” That was the last thing I heard him say before I passed out.