Dirty Money

by Michelle Love

  Arsen wanted it all. The picture perfect life of a normal couple with a normal life. His heart wanted it so bad it ached.

  Right after Steele had fallen asleep, Arsen had gotten up and went to his office. He got on his computer and made a purchase he hoped would be the beginning of the real thing for him and Steele.

  Even though so much was happening, he wanted one constant, one thing in his control to help him get through that horrible time.

  To have a plan and start moving towards his ultimate goal was a thing he needed and wanted. He just hoped Steele did to.

  She grumbled about something and rolled away from him. He reached over and pulled her back to him as she was close to the edge of the bed and he was afraid she’d fall off with her constant dreams or nightmares. He wasn’t sure which.

  Her long, dark hair had wrapped around her and he gently tugged it out from underneath her and brushed it back from her face. Arsen could look at her face forever and he planned to do just that.

  His mind wandered to his past. Anne had taken him in when he was in his first year at Stanford University. Not sure what he was going to be at that time. He only knew he wanted to be something which had to do with the law.

  Arsen wanted to prove to himself he could make something out of himself. He hadn’t seen Anne since she’d left him at the emergency room, just a few months before he turned eighteen.

  He lived out of the old Chevy Cobalt he’d earned enough money while living in the foster home to buy. Working at the closest fast food place to the house he’d been sent to, he walked to it each day after school and worked until near dawn.

  Arsen knew he had a limited amount of time with that roof over his head and he made good use of that time. The car had cost him two thousand dollars, and it got him around once he was out of high school and out of the foster home.

  He went to the small, local college and applied for the financial aid he’d need to go to college. The two years in the small college had him in a dorm room with a party crowd.

  Arsen knew he couldn’t get sidetracked by the other young men. He slept most times in his small car in the student parking lot of the dorms. The other guys always seemed to have girls in their beds with them and Arsen wanted nothing to do with sex at that time.

  Sex equaled pain in his memory. He wanted none of either. His heart was still mending from the rejection his first love gave him.

  Thanks to staying out of trouble, Arsen made excellent grades and was accepted to Stanford University after completing his Associate’s Degree at the small junior college.

  On his first day there, after a horrific day of trying to get to all his classes and get settled in, he went to a small bar to get a drink after the tough day. That’s where he saw Beth’s mother.

  She was tall, thin, and had long blonde hair. Mrs. Sinclair was not wearing her normal clothing, though. Her heels were tall and her dress was short. Minuscule.

  The top of her shirt plunged all the way down to her pierced bellybutton. And Arsen found his mouth watering for the older woman who resembled the love he’d lost in her daughter.

  He was too shy to go to her though. Arsen sat at the back of the small bar at a table alone in a darkened corner. He watched as his ex-girlfriend’s mother made some phone calls while she sat at the bar. She seemed to be waiting for someone.

  That someone finally joined her. Another tall woman, wearing all leather. Her shiny boots had high heels on them and her short, blond hair was in tight curls under a leather cap.

  Arsen watched with great interest as the two had another drink and talked as they sat on stools at the bar. Then Mrs. Sinclair got up and made her way to the ladies’ room. Which was behind Arsen.

  His ability to breathe ceased, and he sat perfectly still, trying to become invisible as she walked towards him. Her boobs bounced, and he knew there was nothing between them and the barely covering top she wore.

  Her light blue eyes moved to him and after a moment they lit up. She stopped dead in her tracks.

  “Arsen Sloan! Is that you?”

  He nodded slowly, unsure of how she was going to act. She was caught, busted by him. This was not the Mrs. Sinclair he, nor her husband and daughter knew. This woman was into some tough shit and he knew it by the way she was dressed and made up.

  “Wait here,” she directed him as she went to the restroom.

  He fidgeted in his seat. Arsen felt like running out of that bar as fast as his feet could take him. But he was paralyzed for some reason. The woman had him wondering about her.

  Arsen knew Beth’s mother was twenty years older than him. He was twenty-one, making her forty-one, but she didn’t look old at all. Not one wrinkle. Not one ounce of fat. Not a trace of gray in her long, silky, blonde hair.

  Her hand grazed his shoulder as she came back to him.

  “Arsen, how have you been, darling.” Her lips touched his cheek and sent chills through him.

  “Fine, Mrs. Sinclair.” He tensed and butterflies filled his stomach.

  Arsen was a skinny thing back then. He’d not yet begun to do his strenuous work outs. It was she who had him start that.

  His dark hair was cut short, and he wore a black T-shirt and blue jeans with Nike running shoes. Not quite the polished man he became.

  She took the chair on the other side of the table and looked him over. Her hand rose into the air and her friend came over. She smiled up at the woman close to her age.

  “This is Arsen, Sheila. What do you think about him?”

  Sheila gave a nod.

  “He’s got potential, I’d say.”

  Arsen gulped. He felt on display or for sale or something. He looked down at the empty glass of rum and coke in his hand which was nearly trembling.

  Mrs. Sinclair leaned forward and put her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands. Her fingernails were long and painted shiny black. Her eyeliner was dark black too, making her light blue eyes pop.

  The other woman’s eyes were dark brown and her eyes were lined with a dark green liner. She was attractive in a scary sort of way. Her lips were deep red and so were Mrs. Sinclair’s.

  The two woman gave off a vibe of sexy fear and Arsen wasn’t immune to it. He was nervous though.

  Mrs. Sinclair’s breasts were about to pop out of her tight dress as she leaned forward and reached out to touch the top of his hand which was nervously running around the edge of his empty glass.

  “Shelia’s apartment is only a few blocks away, Arsen. She and I were going to go out, but since we found you, we’d like to take you back to her place. How does that sound?” Mrs. Sinclair winked at him, making him extremely uneasy.

  His voice was shaky.

  “For what?”

  Her dark red lips curled into a smile and the other woman who stood next to him placed her hand on his shoulder. Arsen looked up at her as she said, “We want to fuck you, Arsen.”

  With the eloquent statement, he sat back and looked at both of the women with confusion riddling his expression.

  “Why?” he asked.

  Mrs. Sinclair laughed.

  “You’re attractive and young. I assume you can fuck for days with your youth. It’s Friday night. I would guess you’re free for the weekend. We can have so much fun together, the three of us.”

  Knots had formed in his stomach and Shelia gave him a wink.

  “I’m going to go and get you a drink to help you decide. It looks like you need to loosen up a bit.”

  With her exit, Mrs. Sinclair got up and moved around to where he sat. She tugged the chair he was in back a bit and settled on his lap...

  “Arsen, tell me, do you not find me attractive at all?”

  He nodded.

  “You look different than you ever did when Beth and I…”

  Her finger stopped him as she placed it to his lips.

  “No mention of her, please. Nor her father. They believe I’m on a weekend retreat with my church group.”

  His eyes widened.
r />   “Church? Yeah, I remember you were all about church.”

  She laughed and her mouth touched his ear.

  “I may have lied a little about that, Arsen. The things which take me away from my little family are not quite as holy as I’ve made them out to be. As a matter of fact, they are anything but holy. I hope you decide to take us up on our offer. We have many toys that are sure to excite you. And Sheila really likes to be spanked if you know what I mean.”

  He shook his head.

  “I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about, Mrs. Sinclair.”

  She moaned and ran her pointed, black fingernail across his smooth cheek. Then pulled her bottom lip between her perfectly white teeth.

  “Ummm. I like the way you say that, Arsen. Say it again. But instead of Mrs. I want you to call me Mistress Sinclair.”

  “Mistress Sinclair?” he asked as his brows furrowed.

  Her body melted into his as she ran her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.

  “The sound of you saying that has just left me wet.”

  Her hand took his and moved it under her short skirt. She pressed his fingertips to the edge of her vagina and then pushed two of them inside her panty-less pussy.

  Arsen’s eyes went wide and his dick sprung to life in his jeans. A fact Mrs. Sinclair who sat on his lap noticed immediately. With a smile, she pumped his fingers inside her as they sat there in the darkened corner of the little bar.

  She pumped them as he watched her in complete shock. He felt her wet heated flesh just inside her vagina gripping his fingers as she moaned and more wetness flowed around his fingers.

  “You made me come, you naughty boy,” she moaned in his ear.

  She pulled his fingers out of her and he watched as she placed them in her mouth and sucked the juices off them. His dick went even harder when she got up and kept his hand in hers, leading him to the ladies’ room just behind them. He followed like a puppy.

  More like a lamb to the slaughter!

  Arsen shook his head as he stopped thinking about that first time with her. Steele struggled in her dream and her wiggling had taken his attention from the memory.

  As he looked at her he felt awful for holding her in his arms and recalling the first night with Anne Sinclair. The first night of many he and she shared from then on with him being her submissive partner. A thing he was just beginning to realize wasn’t something he actively agreed to at all.

  Back to his memory he went. Recalling what Mistress Sinclair did to him in that ladies’ room in the back of that small bar that fateful night.

  The lights in the small bathroom were bright as hell, he recalled. The bar had been so dark it made Arsen’s eyes squint when she pulled him into the tiny bathroom.

  She closed the door behind them and locked it, pressing her body up against his as she did. His dick was hard and when her mouth fell on his, he ran his arms around her.

  Something inside him was hungry for her though he couldn’t explain to himself why that was.

  This was his only love’s mother for the love of all which is holy was what he was thinking as her tongue moved over his. Her hands were expertly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and his cock was in her hand before he realized it.

  She jerked it up and down and he groaned with the sensation. She took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the vanity. Her short as hell skirt pulled up and her crotch ready for him.

  From a small pocket at the front of her skirt she pulled out a foil packet and ripped it open with her teeth, spitting out the little bit of foil which got into her mouth.

  Arsen watched silently as she placed it over his hard dick. Then looked up at him.

  “I want you to fuck me now.”

  His heart was pounding as he knew what he was about to do was more than wrong. In so many ways it was wrong. If Beth ever found out, it would horrify her. If Mr. Sinclair ever found out, it could well be the end of him. If he beat him nearly to death over his daughter what would he do to him over fucking his wife?

  But Arsen’s dick was ruling his head, and he pressed himself into her as she sat on the top of that small vanity. She was wet and hot and her nails dug into his back as he pushed deep inside her.

  “Fuck! You’re huge, Arsen!” Her legs moved to encircle him around his waist. “Lift me up and fuck me.”

  He lifted her off the vanity but it was too much of a struggle to hold her up and make any type of strokes. His dick wanted more and messing around like that wasn’t going to cut it.

  The floor was where he placed her then he went to work, stroking in and out of her as his breathing changed into something which sounded like he was having a panic attack.

  Arsen’s body quivered as he all too soon came and he groaned with the climax. Only Mrs. Sinclair was not groaning. Her face wore a frown.

  “That’s it?”

  He looked down at her once he opened his eyes.

  “What?”

  “That’s it?” she asked then pushed him off her. “That’s not nearly enough. I’m taking you back to Shelia’s. That’s not enough for me. When’s the last time you had sex, Arsen? Shit!”

  Arsen stood up and took the condom off, tossing it in the trash. He placed himself back into his jeans, zipping and buttoning them back up.

  “Beth.”

  Her eyebrows went way up.

  “That was nearly four years ago!”

  He nodded and washed his hands.

  “Yep.”

  She grabbed his wet hand before he could dry them.

  “You’re coming with us. We can fix you up where you can make more than five strokes into a pussy before coming, Arsen.”

  His head was fuzzy from the ejaculation and the one drink he’d had. Sheila was waiting patiently at the table as they came out. Mrs. Sinclair was shaking her head at the other woman.

  “We have us as close to a virgin here as you can get without having an actual virgin.”

  Sheila smiled.

  “Did you get him to agree?”

  Mrs. Sinclair grabbed the shot glass full of a dark colored liquor and handed it to Arsen.

  “Drink this.” Her tone was commanding, and he tossed it down his throat without even asking what it was. “We’re taking him. He’ll want what we have to offer. He may not know it yet, but he will soon.”

  Arsen looked back and forth between the two of them.

  “Both of you?”

  They nodded, and he shook his head.

  “I don’t know. You just said I came too quick. How can I possibly….”

  He was jerked by Mrs. Sinclair as they began to leave the bar.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll show you how you can. When’s the last time you ate some pussy, Arsen?”

  He gulped.

  “Never.”

  The women laughed, and it sounded a little evil to his ears.

  Shelia’s hand gripped his ass as she walked behind him.

  “Hope you’re hungry boy.”

  The women walked some three blocks until they came to an old apartment building. The small apartment smelled like men’s cologne and leather. There was one sofa in the middle of the small living room.

  Mrs. Sinclair pulled him right past that and into a small bedroom. A king size bed and one chair were all that was in it. His eyes roamed around and he found a door knob had been screwed into the wall and next to it hung a small whip and a pair of silver handcuffs. The keys to it dangled from one of the locks.

  A sign hung over the bed. It was just one word written in thick black marker. ‘PEACHES’ had him wondering what the hell that was about.

  Mrs. Sinclair reached into a closet and pulled out an odd looking leather thing. She handed it to him. Go put this on and nothing else, Arsen.

  He held it out and noticed his ass and dick would be ready to go, but the leather would cover the front portion of his legs.

  “Are these what the cowboys in the old days wore?”

  She nodded. “Nowadays
men who are into a unique sex life wear them. I intend to take you into that way with me, Arsen. Tonight will be your first lesson.”

  Mrs. Sinclair smacked his ass and pointed to the attached bathroom. He went inside and looked at himself in the mirror.

  “What are you doing, man?” he asked himself.

  He washed his face and felt the effects of the shot taking him over. Changing into the chaps had him feeling ridiculous. He turned to look at his exposed, skinny ass cheeks in the mirror and his face heated with a blush.

  Turning back, he found his dick visible, dangling between his legs and shook his head.

  “I can’t go out there like this.”

  The door opened and Mrs. Sinclair was holding out another shot of something to him.

  “Drink this.”

  “I don’t know about all this, Mrs. Sinclair.”

  Her hand moved over his cheek, softly.

  “Just take the drink and lets us teach you all you’ll ever need to know about pleasing a woman.”

  Arsen took the drink as he thought about gaining some knowledge about sex. He was twenty-one after all with no real idea about it. And from what he’d just done with Mrs. Sinclair in that bar’s bathroom, he knew he was sorely lacking in that department.

  But something inside him wanted more than just to learn about sex with some older women.

  “I think you should only do that with someone you love, Mrs. Sinclair.”

  She laughed and took his hand, pulling him out of the bathroom. His eyes quickly went to the woman strung up on the wall, facing him.

  “I want you to eat Shelia out and make her orgasm. After that, you can tell me if you didn’t enjoy it.” She got behind him and pushed him towards the smiling woman.

  “What if I don’t?” he asked as he looked over the woman who was naked and handcuffed, hanging from the knob on the wall. Her blonde curls pressed to it, making them bunch around her face. “Will you let me leave then?”

  “I will allow you to leave only after we have fixed that early ejaculation problem you have. Now do as I say.” Mrs. Sinclair pulled the chair up and sat down on it close to the side of Sheila. “Kneel in front of her, Arsen.”