by J. L. Beck
I yelp as he lifts me up by my waist and sets me down on the counter. He slides my shirt up over my stomach and breasts, and I let the glass of milk fall from my hand, so he can take it off all the way.
“You really are a stunningly beautiful woman,” he groans more than says, as I sit naked before him, my legs spread wide. His words feel like I’ve swallowed a warm, sweet beverage I’ve been craving for a long time.
His lips find my nipple, teasing it with kisses and bites, and then I’m moaning and forgetting how to think again.
“I need to have you,” he mutters, and I’m not sure he knows he said it aloud.
He unbuckles his jeans, yanks them down along with his boxers too, and I only get a second to be scared of how fat his cock is, before he pushes it inside me. The next second I’m coming so hard around it, I forget how to breathe too.
He only slows his advance into my pussy for a moment, giving me a questioning look before his eyes glaze over with pure desire, and he starts pumping his cock into me, faster and faster, each thrust going deeper. I grab onto his shoulders to keep steady, though there’s really no need, since his strong arms are holding me in place exactly the way he wants me. A new orgasm is already building deep in my pussy, and I’m screeching and moaning, unsure if I actually want it to come, because the intensity of the build up is already too fierce, too consuming. The room is spinning around me, and I feel like I’m on the ship again, as we sail through a vicious storm.
“Shh, keep it down,” he whispers into my ear, then makes it impossible as he grabs me even tighter and delivers a series of fast and shallow jabs to my pussy, that cause my whole body to unravel around him, and make me forget how to control my voice and my eyes.
Everything is still fuzzy when he releases me, his cock sliding out of me as he takes a step back.
“That was even better than I imagined,” he says, and the wide grin on his face is the only thing I can see clearly. I just nod. I never knew sex could feel this great, and I’ve certainly never had orgasms like these.
He pulls up his pants, moves to the sink and pours a glass of water, then takes a gulp. But he stops midway and offers the glass to me instead.
“Here, you probably need it more,” he says.
My hand is shaking as I take it, even though I don’t know if I’m thirsty. I don’t know much at all. The only thing I do know is that I just came harder than I ever have before, and I don’t want this memory to fade. But the cold water feels good trickling down my throat too.
The memory and the warmth the orgasms left are already fading, and they’re pretty much gone as he hands me my shirt. “Get dressed.”
I know this part well too. He fucked me, and now he’s done with me. I should’ve played it better, made him wait, made him beg for it. I shouldn’t have just spread my legs for him so easily. Now he’ll never fall in love with me. How could I be so stupid that I forgot that number one rule about men?
I don’t say anything, just slip off the counter and get dressed. He’s already fastened his belt and is waiting to take me back upstairs and lock me into my bedroom.
Katarina the Stupid. No doubt about it.
But he’s still looking at me like maybe he doesn’t want me to get dressed just yet.
“Where is your bedroom?” I ask with a firmness in my voice that I don’t feel.
“Back there,” he says and points at a door to the side of the fridge. “But it’s small and cramped. I was just gonna crash in the living room tonight.”
“Oh, I haven’t watched TV in ages,” I say without thinking.
He smiles at me, but it’s a sad sort of thing. Though maybe that’s just because he looks like he’s half asleep already.
“Do you want to?” he asks. The confused look in his eyes makes me sure that was the last thing he meant to say.
But I’m not about to pass up this opportunity.
“Yes,” I say and walk past him and across the hall to the living room before he can change his mind.
He’s right behind me though, and is the first to plop down on the sofa, picking up the remote as he does so. He taps the spot beside him and turns on the TV.
I sit down very close to him, and he just grins at me again, then wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Might as well do this right.”
I’m not quite sure what he means, but I smile and nod anyway. He hands me the remote. “You can pick something for us to watch,” he says. “Since it’s been so long for you.”
Then he gets more comfortable and pulls me even closer. I flip through the channels, but nothing that flashes past really registers, since I’m trying to think of something to say.
“What would you like to watch?” I finally ask, but by then he’s already asleep, his chest rising and falling with his even breaths.
I snuggle up to him even closer and stop flipping through the channels, because I’m suddenly very sleepy too. And the last thought I remember having is that I should be going through his pockets to find the keys and get out of here. But for some reason, I feel safer in his arms than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. And I think maybe he’ll let me go, if I ask him to.
3
Vin
The screeching of breaks in the driveway outside wakes me, and I get one second to enjoy Kat’s warm, sleeping body in my arms, before I realize what a fucking mistake I made last night. And that I might get caught still doing it.
But I have no time to dwell on that right now. It can only be my mother with the screeching breaks, everyone else keeps their cars in top shape, while she’s more of the “it goes until it goes” conviction when it comes to having her car serviced.
“Wake up,” I say, shaking and lifting Kat at the same time. She looks at me blearily, and I can tell she has no idea where the fuck she is. But she’ll remember in a second.
“You need to get to your room right now,” I say.
She finally gets her feet under her and stands up, but she’s still wobbling and not walking, and I hear my mom looking for her keys on the porch outside.
“Let’s go.” I grab Kat’s arm and pull her out of the room and to the stairs. She finally gets with the program and picks up her pace, as I let her overtake me on the stairs. I have the strongest urge to smack her ass to hurry her along. And then join her in the king sized bed in her room, to get some more of what she gave me last night. Only slower today. Yesterday, I couldn’t hold back, because I needed her. But next time, I will take my time with her delicious curves.
What next time? There won’t be a next time. What the fuck am I thinking?
Once upstairs, she goes straight to her room, but she stops the door with her hand, as I try to close it. “Will I see you later?”
“You will,” I tell her. “But not a word about where you spent the night. Not to anyone, not even the other girls. If it gets out they’ll replace me and it won’t be so pleasant anymore.”
I actually grin like an idiot when I say it, because she has that effect on me. I want to fuck her, and I want to impress her, and I want her to like me, and I’ve never felt all those three things so acutely for any girl at the same time before, unless it was way back when I was still a shy schoolboy.
“I won’t,” she whispers, and I just close the door and lock it before I do some other dumb thing.
Downstairs, my mother’s entered the hall, the plastic bags she’s carrying rustling, sounding like an avalanche.
“Here, let me get those for you,” I say and run down the stairs to take the bags from her.
“They’re not heavy,” she says. “It’s just bras and clothes for the girls.”
I take the bags anyway and take them to the living room before she can ask any questions about what I was doing upstairs, or why I’m even up at this hour. The sky outside is still mostly grey. My mom likes starting her day very early, she always had.
I can still smell Kat everywhere in the living room. It’s so strong I’m sure my mother will smell it too, if she comes in here, but
she’s already making a racket with the dishes in the kitchen so she isn’t likely to.
I don’t want to call last night with Kat a mistake. But that’s what it was. And the fact that my mind keeps drifting to her long tan legs under the soft comforter on her bed above my head isn’t helping me believe that. What has she done to me? Last night, I had the vague idea that fucking her will make me not want her so much anymore. I shouldn’t have let her spend the night with me on the sofa. Because now I can’t get her out of my head at all. I wish it was nighttime already, so I could sneak into her room, and do it all over again.
I join my mother in the kitchen, where she’s busy cleaning up the spilt milk. Fuck, I forgot about that. And I can smell Kat in here too, even over the stench of milk.
“What happened here, Vinny?” Mom asks sternly.
“A little accident, sorry,” I say. “Do you have any coffee going?”
“It’s brewing, just wait,” she says and starts wiping up the milk again. But I know her well enough to know she ain’t done talking.
I get the milk from the fridge and go stand by the coffee maker.
“I do not mean to tell you your business—“ Mom says.
“Then don’t,” I interrupt, though I know there’s no chance of that.
“I’ve worked in houses like this one long enough to know a few things,” she says, glaring at me now. “Your father doesn’t allow any messing around with the girls who are employed here, and don’t think for a second, he will be lenient with you because you’re his son.” She’s shaking the wet rag at me, droplets of milk mixed with suds flying everywhere. “You work for him now, you’re one of his soldiers, and he has very strict rules. He didn’t get where he is by being lenient, as you well know.”
“Yeah, Ma, I’m familiar with the rules,” I say. And I don’t know if I’m annoyed and angry, because she’s talking about my sex life, or because she’s right that I’m not supposed to touch Kat ever again.
“Now remember them,” she says and rinses off the rag in the sink.
I let her have the last word. It’s the only way with her.
The coffee’s done and I pour myself a cup. I don’t add any milk, just drink it bitter. As bitter as the knowledge that last night with Kat was a one-off and there can’t be a repeat.
I’ve waited too long for my father to finally let me advance through the ranks, and I won’t blow it on the first pretty face that walks through my door here. Though Kat does have an exceptionally pretty face. And ass. And everything else.
After they woke up, I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon explaining to each girl individually what will be expected of them here. Then I had them watch some videos, so there’ll be no doubt in their minds that they are to do everything the online callers ask them to do. And to prepare them for what that might be. The guys type what they want to see and the girls do it for them live. There’s toys involved, each room has a store of them. I suggested they might want to practice, which sent two of them crying.
I also made sure all of them understood that all the video calls will be monitored and that anything resembling a cry for help will be punished immediately by them being taken to the nastiest truck stop whorehouse they can imagine, but would rather not. I’m not sure they understood all my words but they sure understood my tone. One of them wouldn’t stop crying after I threatened her with that. But luckily my mother was still around to calm her down. I’m no good with crying women.
I saved Kat for last. She kept trying to have a normal conversation with me, but I wouldn’t respond. It wasn’t easy, especially after she fully realized there’ll be no more pleasant friendliness between us. That happened about three minutes into me explaining the ropes to her, and it was all over her sad pretty face after that. The anger that gripped me when I remembered that soon some faceless, nameless john will be drooling all over his keyboard watching her moan, as she fucks herself for his enjoyment, erased even my guilt over making her sad. It was so strong, it brought flashes of wanting to grab her, and take her away from this place forever.
But I managed to get that particular misguided impulse under control by the time I told her to watch the videos, because she’s starting tomorrow. I didn’t threaten her with the truck stop whorehouse, because picturing her getting fucked by some nasty, hairy, foul-smelling trucker wasn’t something I could face. My father’s organization doesn’t exactly run those whorehouses, but we do sell the girls that are no longer useful to them. Frankly, I think it’d be kinder to kill them, but that part of the organization is Tony’s domain, and I prefer to stay out of his business.
Kat didn’t say anything when I left her room, didn’t even look after me.
Which is exactly how it has to be from now on.
4
Kat
Vin was so cold to me today, I could’ve sworn I just imagined everything that happened last night, right down to how easily I fell asleep in his arms. I should’ve stolen his keys and escaped. Why didn’t I do that? Because I’m dumb, that’s why.
He fucked me and now he’s done with me. That’s how all guys’ mind’s work, and why should he be any different? Just because he makes me feel good? I only felt good with him, because he was the first man to show me any kindness and friendliness, since I was abducted two weeks ago. It’s just an illusion, the result of my kindness-starved mind.
I tried all sorts of things, while he was in my room explaining about the horrible video sex he wants me to do. I giggled and touched his arm, I flipped my hair back, and tried to have a conversation, but he was all business, not a shred of the friendliness he showed me last night visible anywhere. Even his eyes were just dark green, with no promise of anything in them. Dead like the stillest water.
Watching this video of another girl taking orders through a computer screen and doing all sorts of things with her body makes me nauseous. But I guess it could be worse. I could actually be forced to have sex with a stranger.
Getting abducted was terrifying, but I sort of grew used to it on the long sea voyage. But now, tomorrow, the reality of my new life begins, and that cold fact is starting to dawn on me. So clearly and so fast, I’m shaking, and I can’t stop.
I think last night I was still Katarina, the pretty girl who thought she had a shot at a modeling career. A shot at love and a family and a life that’s not ruined by poverty. My mother ruined her looks and her back by working ten-hour shifts as a cleaning lady, and my dad hasn’t stopped coughing for the past two years. He used to work as a house painter, but can’t get any work lately, since he can’t breathe the smell of fresh paint for more then five minutes without going into a coughing fit. I was going to send them some of the money I made every month working as a model in London. I hoped it’d be enough so neither of them would have to work again. And I’d get my dad the best doctor I could find.
Neither were happy about me leaving for London. But I’m their only child, and they never said no to me when I really, really wanted something. And I really, really wanted a shot at a modeling career. I researched the company the headhunter said he worked for online, and it looked real and like a great opportunity. But I realize now how easy that kind of thing is to fake online. So instead my parents will never hear from me again, and I’m sure they’re already freaking out.
Not that I learned anything from my ordeal. Instead of trying to run away last night when I had the chance, I made another naive and stupid decision. Put my trust in a man. And I can’t even pretend that I didn’t bring this fate on myself with my own stupidity and poor decisions.
I wish it was dark already, so I could go to sleep. I wish I wasn’t locked in this room alone, that I had someone to talk to. And I wish I was ugly and undesirable. Then this nightmare wouldn’t be my reality right now.
VIN
After I explained everything to the girls, I called Rocco to take the night shift, and went out for a drink with a good notion of finding a girl to fuck. But I just ended up getting drunk, because
none of the girls looked even remotely fuckable. Not compared to Kat, that is, because some were real hotties.
I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about her, or stop hearing her moaning and whimpering, while her pussy is clenching around my cock in an orgasm the like I don’t think she’s ever had before last night. That I was the one giving her the first real orgasm of her life makes me happy and proud.
The main reason I can’t get her out of my head is probably because she’s forbidden fruit. A dangerous girl to be playing with. But damn, do I want to play with her. I’ve always had a hard time controlling my more primal desires, but I could always do it. So why is it so hard with Kat? I wanted to fuck her and I did. I got her out of my system, and I should be moving on by now. I never had any trouble doing that with any other woman I fucked.
It’s almost six PM now, and Rocco’s been calling me every ten minutes for the last two hours, leaving annoyed, angry and totally inappropriate voicemails about how I need to get to the house and start doing my job. I’m his boss now. I tell him what to do, not the other way around.
I don’t return his calls, just get in my car and drive to the house. I’ll drink some scotch when I get there to help fight this hangover that just won’t go away. And hopefully get the image of Kat coming for some sleazy old man out of my mind.
“You took your sweet time,” Rocco says, as I walk up to the porch. The ashtray is so full he’s flicking the ash from his cigarette on the floor, and I can already hear my mother bitching me out for it in the morning.
“You’re free to go now,” I say pointedly, since I’m sick of not getting the respect I’m due as my father’s son. Sure he made me start at the bottom, and I get that, it’s how he got started and look at him now, but it doesn’t make me and Rocco equals. And I’m just about done taking lip from him.
“Good,” he says then tosses his cigarette on the ground and stomps on it. “Because they’ve gotten started upstairs and their moans are making me horny as hell. I gotta get me some ass tonight.”
