Protecting Maya

by Nicole Casey

  However, I knew this money wouldn’t last forever. I needed a job. Fortunately for me, I got an offer while I was visiting my dad. A doctor working at a new, revolutionary medical center gave me a call and scheduled me for an interview.

  “You’re still applying for a job?” my father asked me when I got off the phone. He was in the living room, having a mug of coffee and watching a baseball game.

  “Yeah,” I mindlessly answered and fixed my own cup of coffee before I sat down on the couch next to him. “That was Doctor Phillip Holland –you know, that philanthropist we met together at the city gala party last year? He’s collaborating with some other doctors and businessmen to open a really nice medical center and he said they’ve scheduled an interview for me. I might even get in as head nurse.”

  My father looked at me with a stern face and for a moment I felt confused. Well, I was confused until he could hold his thoughts no longer and voiced out his concerns. “So if you’re still applying, how in the world did you get all this money to pay all our bills and debts? Are you whoring yourself out? Goddamn it, Lyla, you better not be selling your body out. I put you through college, damn it!”

  “Where the hell did you get that idea?” I demanded of him.

  My father pointed a finger at me accusingly, “I ran into Mikaela the other day at the grocery store. She said you might have gone to that gentleman’s club. I know what they do there. I can only hope you’re not being dumb enough to resort to prostitution.”

  Rage filled my face and I had to really hold myself from slapping him. I shut my eyes, took a few deep breaths and then said, “You have no idea what I’m going through right now. You have no right to say such bullshit to me.”

  I gave him one last look and then stormed out of the house, leaving him in shock. I drove my car straight to the medical center, which was still in construction in a few places, and headed straight for Doctor Holland’s office to finish the interview.

  Perhaps it was a wrong idea to storm in there with a hot head but in the end the doctor seemed quite pleased with our conversation. He even showed me what my potential salary would be and even asked if I was comfortable taking on the position of head nurse. Unfortunately, he didn’t hand me the job right then and there and simply said he’d call me. It was a little disheartening, knowing he was still going to interview a few other potential people to take the job, but I had a lot of confidence that he’d choose me.

  There was still light when I left the medical center and I didn’t exactly want to go home and sulk there either. I didn’t want to be alone. I realized then that deep inside I wanted to be with Preston.

  I took out my phone, texted him to ask if he was at his suite. He quickly replied and said he was on his way there. With a big smile on my face, I decided to go visit and maybe spend the rest of the weekend at his place.

  “I can’t believe I want to spend more time with Preston Maxwell,” I whispered to myself in disbelief. “Did I turn into my friends, the kind of girls who fall so quickly for the hot and charming guy?”

  Well, it didn’t matter now. Preston already took my virginity and now, somehow, he was winning my heart.

  14

  Preston

  I got to the suite before Lyla did and took the opportunity to tidy up a bit and took a quick shower. I just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when she entered the suite. Almost immediately, I felt a whirl of arousal in my gut the moment I saw her.

  Lyla was wearing the sexiest black dress I had ever seen on a woman. It was almost too seductive. It made me want to fuck her without taking it off!

  “Cat got your tongue?” she asked when I still didn’t say a word after a good minute or two staring at her.

  “Well,” I struggled to find the right words as I stared at her legs and her cleavage. “A different kind of pussy cat definitely did.”

  She smiled and for the first time since I met her she licked her lips and seduced me with her every move. From the way she looked at me to the way she moved her hips and the way she came in close to whisper into my ears and kiss me, it was all to get me even harder and more excited to just take her.

  Her face was just an inch away from mine. Staring into her eyes I nearly lost myself. She was just so captivating… so magical in a way that it just lit me up from the inside. With her so close I didn’t know whether to kiss or grab her close and just smile.

  This time, however, she took the initiative and with her cute little hands she took off my towel, letting my cock dangle between my legs. Before I could even comment on her actions she got down on her knees and began to lick my shaft, from the base to the very tip, and then popped it into her mouth.

  “O-oh, fuck yes,” I exclaimed in pleasure and both my hands went down on her head, pressing her deeper. Her head began to bob up and down as she slobbered over my meat and I had no intention of stopping her.

  Luckily, a quick blowjob wasn’t the only plan she had in mind. Before I knew it we were on the couch, throwing her clothes to the floor and getting busy. With her taking the initiative she was the one on top and I watched and marveled as this sexy beast grinded and danced on top of me. I gripped her ass and squeezed her tits as she bounced up and down, swirling on my cock.

  Yet soon enough, as an hour or two passed – I lost all sense of time – I wanted to fuck. Quickly I pushed her down on the floor, spread her legs wide and thrust my cock deep into her, feeling her wet flesh grip onto mine. I gave her a tight hold and wrapped fingers around her neck. I began to choke her to force her mouth open wide. This made her moan even louder than before. When I spilled my cum, it was so deep in her pussy and all over open mouth. It was like having sex with the ultimate sex toy, a girl so delicious and rare I knew I would never find someone like her again.

  “Say you love it,” I told her as I stroked my cock and let the remaining cum just drip onto her tongue.

  “I love it,” she told me, obediently and willingly.

  “Say you’re my slut,” I told her again.

  “I’m your slut,” she said and looked up at me with a smile. To see her so wet, so horny and completely covered in my seed turned me on even more. I caressed her cute little face and pushed her back, ready to plow into her once more.

  * * *

  By the time she got up the next morning, I was just about done making pancakes and I welcomed her to sit by my side in the living room and eat.

  “In the living room?” she asked me.

  “Screw etiquette and all that fancy stuff,” I said. I then pointed out that I was just wearing a pair of jogging pants and no shirt. It was time to just sit back and relax. “Come on, let’s just eat and talk or pop in a movie.”

  She laughed and agreed. I loved it when she giggled that way. Her smile was just so radiant that it made me smile too. To make things better I really liked what she had on today. Lyla wasn’t trying to be overtly seductive but her short flowery dress was enough to get me hard and excited.

  “A boner in the morning,” she commented when she noticed my erection. “Maybe I should have that for breakfast.”

  I laughed and gave her a kiss. I took a piece of pancake and fed her.

  “Do you live here all by yourself?” she then asked me. “Like, you really don’t have anyone else? No brother or something to visit you here? It can’t be all just slutty girls.”

  Almost instantly my mood shifted. I could feel a void in my heart grow in size as I stared down and shook my head. “No, I… I used to have a family. I’m actually the oldest of four kids but life was really hard. My parents… the less I say about them the better. That being said, I ran away when I was almost fourteen and I never looked back.”

  “What?” She must have been surprised to hear this. If I didn’t inherit my money from my parents then it meant all this came from my own hands, from my hard work. “Don’t you go see them now and then?”

  Again, I shook my head. “Not once.”

  “Don’t you miss them?” she continued to p
ress on. She put a hand on my chest, endearing and warming.

  “I think about them every day,” I answered. “Not a day goes by where I don’t ever miss them.”

  Lyla’s face twisted in sadness and I could see she was heartbroken. “I’m sorry to hear this,” she told me. “I can’t even imagine how hard it would be if I were estranged to my dad. I love him a lot.”

  That warmed my heart. I looked at her and the way she stared back at me. For the first time in my life I felt genuine affection from a woman. She actually cared about me. It was just really sad that if I didn’t have any money she might never even pay any attention to me. The moment I stop paying her she might stop coming over. Not only would I lose the great sex I have with her, but I might lose her entirely.

  15

  Lyla

  The weeks passed quickly. All I could think of were the job I applied for and Preston. I had visited him more frequently and every time I did, he snuck in a check for a few thousand dollars into my purse. It was sweet but I didn’t really need the cash. To be completely honest, I didn’t even want the money. I just wanted him.

  Tonight, however, I wanted to just relax and have fun with my friends. I hadn’t seen Karen, Mikaela and Jennifer in a while. They wanted to hang out at a new club and I figured I owed a fun night out.

  We were at a nice, round table with high stools close to the dance floor when Mikaela brought up the billionaire’s auction.

  “So, I heard you went,” she said out loud, a little too loud for my comfort. “Who bought your virginity?”

  I blushed but I was fortunate enough to have friends who didn’t judge me. Karen just laughed and Jen seemed genuinely intrigued about the whole deal. It wasn’t until much later that I learned she too sold her virginity at a similar auction event for her twenty-first birthday.

  “Well, tell us all the juicy details,” Karen said before she gulped down on her beer.

  I bit down on my lip and looked at them one-by-one, anticipating how they would react. “Okay,” I relented. “I did go. First off, they bought me for fifteen thousand dollars.”

  All three of my friends looked at me with their jaws dropped and their eyes wide open in shock.

  “Holy shit, that’s a lot of money,” Jen said. She shook her head in disbelief. “I figured girls at the auction earned only up to ten thousand or so.”

  “That’s not all though,” I teased them further. “Guess who won the bidding? Guess who paid the most to get a taste of my pussy.”

  My friends laughed. They’d all heard me talk dirty before but back then it was innocent fun. I was a virgin back then. This time, however, I actually meant what I said.

  “If you mean Richard Blaine, I’ll lose my freaking mind,” Karen said. “Richard’s been my dream boy for years but he’d never buy me at an auction like that. He only likes redheads and I’m as blonde as they come.”

  I giggled and shook my head, “Nope. Actually, my buyer was Preston Maxwell.”

  Everyone cheered and as they started babbling off about how it was fate that I met him in that hospital room months ago, I noticed my phone buzzed. Someone had texted me. I took my phone and opened the message, only to see it was Preston and he was asking if we could meet tonight.

  “Speak of the devil,” I whispered. I quickly replied, “I can’t tonight. I’m out with some friends at the Riverside Club. I can go visit you though when we’re done here.”

  He didn’t reply afterwards but I didn’t want to think about it right now. All I wanted to do was get drunk and dance the night away. Mikaela even congratulated me for taking that bold step and she promised not to say another word to my father about the ordeal. She even apologized for letting that detail slip when she saw him at the grocery store.

  I didn’t mind and we all had a good time. By midnight I was already feeling a little wasted, more than usual in fact, and figured it was time I headed home. I could take a nap in my car for a bit until I was sober enough to drive.

  However, just as I was preparing to leave, I saw Preston walk into the club and he waved at me, motioning for me to come out with him.

  “Oh my God, he’s here,” Jen stated when she saw him waving at me.

  I wanted to feel warm and fuzzy inside but oddly I felt nothing but frustration. I bid my friends good-bye and stormed out the club. Preston quickly followed me to the parking lot and walked right beside me as I made a beeline for my car.

  “Hey,” he tried to call me.

  I turned around and shoved my finger at his face, “Why are you here? Didn’t I already tell you I just wanted to hang out with my friends and then I’d come over?”

  “You were ignoring my calls,” he told me. “You were ignoring me.”

  I opened my purse and checked my phone. It turned out he did call me but I was too busy chatting with my friends to notice.

  “I wasn’t ignoring you, Pres,” I reasoned with him. “I was just busy with my friends. Don’t read too much into it, okay? I was drunk – I still am drunk – and I was busy dancing around and that’s why I didn’t see your calls.”

  “Is it money?” he suddenly asked me and that just made my heart sink. “Come on, come home with me right now. If you do, I’ll pay off the remaining debt your dad owes for his mortgage. I’ll buy you a damn house and a better car. Just name your price for one more night with me, please.”

  For a moment, time just seemed to stop for me and all I could do was process everything he just said. He really thought I was sleeping with him just for the money.

  “Preston Maxwell, you’re a fucking idiot!” I screamed at him, my wrath howling out of me like a caged animal gone free. “I’m not seeing you for the money anymore. I’m already way past that. I’m way fucking past that. Don’t you get it? I’d sleep with you even if you never gave me another cent! I’d sleep with you because I want to, because I want you!”

  He remained silent and I knew I struck a chord. I didn’t stop though, “Look… just leave me alone tonight. I wanted to just spend time with my friends and you just had to come along and fuck it up.”

  “There’s no way I’m just going to let you walk out of my life like this,” Preston argued.

  “Really? Is it because you’ve already spent so much money on me? Am I going to become a wasted asset for you?” The words just spilled out of my mouth and I didn’t even know where I was going with my ranting. “Look, it was fun. I needed money and I sold my fucking virginity to you… but damn it, Preston, can’t you see I’m not seeing you anymore for the money? You can take it all back if you want.”

  Preston just looked at me with hurt eyes and said, “I don’t understand what you’re saying. All I’ve known my whole life is that girls only come to me for the money and you did too. That’s why I keep giving you cash each time you come over to have sex with me.”

  “I’m not your prostitute,” I pressed on. Tears were flowing down my cheeks and I knew my makeup was totally ruined. “Maybe I was once but there’s something more now. I want something more than just money from you Preston. If you can’t figure that out, you’re a fucking moron, and I’ve wasted my goddamn time trying to let you know how I feel.”

  I didn’t waste another second and, without looking back, got into my car and drove away.

  16

  Preston

  I watched as Lyla left. I watched and stood in silence, in solitude and in regret.

  “Fuck this,” I told myself. “If she doesn’t want to get paid and have all her problems solved then so be it. I can always get another girl.”

  There was no point in hoping Lyla would call me or drive back. She was mad as fuck and I didn’t want to deal with that. I got into my car and drove straight for Mercury Wild. Unfortunately, most of my friends weren’t there but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have fun.

  The only person I noticed there was Trevor but that was expected; he owned the place, after all. However, I saw his girl Jasmine come out of the office and noticed how sweet they were together. Sh
e snuggled into his arms when he embraced her and they shared a sensual dance on the floor.

  I wanted that but man, things got so fucked up so quickly.

  I didn’t even have to work hard to get the attention I wanted. Just a few drinks in, a dance here and there, and soon enough I had a bombshell babe sitting on my lap licking my neck and moaning loudly into my ear whenever I’d slip my hand under her shirt and give her tits a squeeze.

  “What’s your name?” I asked her before I leaned in forward to kiss her lips.

  “Melody,” she told me and she reached down and grabbed my junk. “But you can call me whatever you want.”

  “You’re such a naughty little slut,” I told her as I smiled and bit down on her lower lip. She giggled and kissed me back. That soft kiss went in deeper and soon enough she was grinding on my lap. I didn’t want to make a scene so I picked her up and brought her to the men’s room and took her right into a stall.

  I shut the door, opened my zipper and let her hold onto my raging cock.

  However, even as we made out, I felt an odd knot in my gut just grow. It was like there was this heavy void that even this voluptuous, naughty woman couldn’t fulfill. Here I was, already half-naked with a gorgeous girl but I wasn’t happy. I didn’t want to hook up with just anyone.

  I wanted Lyla.

  “I-I’m sorry,” I told Melody and pushed her away. She looked up at me with confusion but I didn’t say another word and stormed out of the bathroom. I just gave Trevor and Jasmine a quick nod when I passed them by and headed straight for my car, never caring to look back to check on Melody or anyone else.

  As I drove, I dialed on my phone. “Come on, Lyla, pick up the phone.”