by T. L Smith
My hands touch her, not nicely either. Rough. Harsh. It makes her squeak out loud before she grabs my face and smashes her lips to mine. She’s as desperate as I am, and I didn’t even know it. Her hands slide down from my face, her sweet-ass lips never once pulling up for air as she kisses me furiously, stealing everything my mouth has to offer. She tears at my shirt as I hike up her skirt. Coming into contact with a bare ass, my hands squeeze as I lift her. She drops her hands, working them lower until she reaches my jeans, pulling my zipper down and freeing my cock. I move her G-string to the side and in one swift movement her lips lift from mine and her head goes backward as I hold her up and enter her.
She cries out in what sounds like relief. We still for a second before she comes back to reality and she looks at me. Her teeth bite into her lip as her hands stay wrapped around my neck. I slam her back into the wall. She makes a grunting sound before she starts moving. Elicea uses me as leverage, her heels digging into my ass as she stays wrapped around me and moves up and down. I grab her ass tighter, holding onto her as I help her move faster and faster, taking everything I have to give. Her lips come back with a vengeance as she bites into my lip and I taste blood before she kisses me, her tongue darting in and dancing with my own. Our thrusts don’t stop, my finger sliding to her anus and I feel her tighten around my cock.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, her lips leaving mine as her head drops to my shoulder. We don’t stop, it’s like crack, the next hit just keeps getting better and better and I never want to stop. Not even when she comes, as her teeth bite into my shoulder to stop herself from screaming out loud. Or when her nails dig into my skin where I know she’s making me bleed.
My finger applies pressure on her anus. She squirms as I start lifting her harder and faster, her energy depleted now that she’s come. She doesn’t ask me to stop though, she just grips herself to me as I continue and then come. She comes again, her mouth descending once again to bite my shoulder. She squeezes my cock so tight with her pussy that when we’re both back to breathing normally, I don’t want to let her down. Even when she starts fidgeting. Lifting her back from the wall, I walk her to my desk. Placing her ass on it, and pulling out of her, she doesn’t even bother closing her legs as she sits there watching me wipe myself before I start doing up my buttons.
“Didn’t you want to talk to me?” she asks, now pulling her skirt down as she stands off the desk. She reaches for a wipe and cleans herself before throwing it in the bin as her eyes come back to mine. Her shirt is undone, and I can see her tits. Walking to her, I touch the button that’s loose and pinch her nipple between my fingers before my mouth closes over it.
She cries out, her body relaxing before I stand back up realizing what I’ve just done.
Fuck.
What is she doing to me?
“I need you to work.”
She nods her head. “I was working,” she says with a smile.
I shake my head. “No, I need you to work for Bethany.”
Her hand pauses at her button, then she drops it as she looks up to me, ignoring the part of her shirt that’s still undone. “What did you just say?”
“Was I not clear?”
Her mouth opens, then closes. She searches my face for something, what, I’m not entirely sure of, before her hand lifts and she slaps me across the face. Hard. “You can go fuck yourself, asshole.” Her heels click loudly as she exits my office. Rubbing my face, I wonder what the fuck I did to warrant such a response.
Maybe next time I’ll slap her ass harder.
16
Elicea
The cheek of him, the fucking cheek. Who the fuck does he think he is? While I storm past Echo, he doesn’t look up, but my arm is pulled and I end up in one of the offices. Falcon’s standing there watching me with his hand still on my arm. I pull it away and cross my arms over my chest.
He smiles in amusement. “What’s wrong?”
I look to his door then back to him. “You don’t know?” I ask him, cocking my head to the side. “I figured it was what you did to get new girls, test them yourselves.”
Falcon’s eyes pinch together before he looks toward the door then back to me. “You’ve lost me, pretty lady. What are you talking about?”
Leaning on one hip, I narrow my eyes. “So you don’t fuck the soon-to-be-employees to see if they meet your expectations and requirements for the club?”
“The girls are Creed’s job.” He shakes his head. “And no—”
Before he can finish, I’m walking out of his office and straight down the stairs to get my belongings. Grabbing my bag, Johnny tries to talk to me, but I don’t hear a word he says as I run for the door only to be stopped by Bethany. Her smile is smug and I wonder if she had anything to do with it. I see the way she watches Creed, she wants him. It’s evident in everything she does—he just doesn’t see it.
“Why are you running, little girl?” she asks. My spine straightens.
“You haven’t won, you know that, right? He doesn’t like you the same way as me, Bethany, does it rub you the wrong way that it only took me a day to get him to notice me?” She sneers at me.
“It’s not me who’s running.” She turns fast.
“It’s not you he wants either,” I say pulling my bag up higher, getting the hell out of here.
The minute I lock the door behind me, sadness strikes. Before it was anger, at him, but now it’s sadness.
Maybe he’s the same as all the others.
Maybe I built up how I was feeling for him in my head.
Maybe all I need is a bucket of ice cream and some shitty movies, and I’ll be over him like all the other lovers I’ve had.
I hope.
But I have a feeling Creed’s a completely different ball game.
Batter up.
The ice cream didn’t work as well as I expected it to. I’ve missed two shifts and it’s been a week. Tonight was meant to be my third shift this week. I’m ignoring it, knowing soon my ass is going to be kicked out on the street if I don’t search for another job. Luckily, I was smart and saved some money, but it won’t last long. Especially with the amount of ice cream I’ve been eating.
Not once has he contacted me, not even a text to see if I’m coming back to work. That hurt my feelings more than I care to admit. Maybe it was just some fun to him. But did it mean absolutely nothing, was he just testing me to see if I’d make a good fit for his sex girls? I knew he was in charge of them, but I didn’t think he’d ever ask me to become one of them. Not that I think what they do is wrong, we all need to get by somehow, but that isn’t what I want from this life. Especially being asked by a man I was starting to have feelings for—strong ones I don’t even want.
It just shows who he is. How he’s so cavalier about it all.
Does he even care what others think? I haven’t seen any indication that he does.
A knock on my door forces me up from my couch which has been so good to me the last week. Pulling it open with a spoon dangling from my lips, and chocolate chip ice cream in my mouth, I swallow it all in one go when I see who’s standing there.
Falcon pushes past me as I stand there holding the door open. His eyes track everything in my small apartment before they come back to me.
“You’re going to be late, I suggest you change.” His head drops and it’s then I realize I’m only wearing a large shirt. It was my brother’s, he was the star of his football team. It’s my favorite shirt, my best comforter.
“I don’t have a job anymore,” I say to Falcon as his eyes find it hard to meet my own. I snap my fingers making him look up to me. He smirks, no shame in his game.
“You do, you’ve just chosen not to show up. Which I might add is pissing Creed off to no end. Not to mention making D cranky because he has to deal with him.” He laughs.
“I won’t be a whore.”
He buckles over laughing while clutching his stomach. I wait with my hands crossed over my chest for him to stand back up. When he does hi
s smile drops just a fraction as he looks at my not-at-all-impressed face.
“If I were you, I’d never say that around the girls. They may cut you. We like to think of them as service girls, meeting other’s needs. Which I might add, you don’t need to do. You, my pretty little thing, are merely a bartender. Now if you would be so kind as to get dressed, I will accompany you to work.”
“No sex?” I ask again for clarification.
He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Well, if you want it, all you have to do is ask.” He steps forward and I have to stop him with a hand to his chest. He pauses looking down at it. “You want to play hard to get?”
I drop my hand, stepping back. “No sex with you, Falcon. You can wait outside while I get dressed.”
“You don’t want me to watch, I mean, make sure you pick the correct outfit?”
“I’ve been dressing myself for years. I think I’ll be all right.” I smirk.
“Your loss,” he says as he walks out the door, leaving it open.
I run to my room and grab clothes, not even caring what they are. Just knowing they’re black and in line with my uniform. Pulling my hair up in a high bun, I slide my high-heeled boots on and when I walk out to Falcon, he’s on his cell.
“You’re the fastest woman I’ve ever known to get ready.”
I shrug my shoulders. “You need to stop playing with high-maintenance ones then.”
He leans down close to my ear. “Is that a challenge?”
I don’t even bother answering him as I make my way out front where his Hummer is parked. He doesn’t open the door for me, just unlocks it and I climb in.
“Detour,” he says smiling. Falcon drives in the opposite direction and heads off somewhere very familiar. When he stops out front of my old work, I look at him confused. “Meeting. Just come in and sit pretty for five while I swoon.”
I roll my eyes, jumping out and following him inside. Tracey looks up the minute we walk in and her eyes narrow in on me. Falcon keeps walking to the larger group of men sitting in the corner who are talking and smoking cigars. Falcon sits down near them.
“What the hell.”
I sit down on the stool knowing what’s to come. I’ve been ignoring her calls for the last week, not wanting to deal with her questions and my life.
“Where have you been?”
“Eating ice cream,” I tell her honestly.
Her nose scrunches up as she leans forward, her hand covering mine. “Did he break your heart?”
I shake my head, because he didn’t. We aren’t at that stage, but he did hurt me. More than I care to realize.
“It just ended weirdly.” Yeah, that’s an understatement.
“Well, at least you got to keep your job.” She smiles trying to make lemonade out of lemons. If she only knew how awful those lemons are. She wouldn’t have said that if she knew, she’d encourage me to quit.
Billy walks out calling for Tracey, his eyes find mine, and I smile at him. Getting up, I walk over, and he easily lets me into the kitchen. I take my usual position on the bench. I used to enjoy coming in here when nights were crazy, he’d whip me something to calm my nerves so I could go back out.
“How’s work?” He starts fidgeting as he plays with pastry, his eyes looking over me but the door’s shut.
“Billy?” I ask him confused.
He looks up to me, and then his mouth opens. “It was only once, maybe twice.”
I look at him confused. That’s when I realize Tracey—who blushed when he opened the door, and it wasn’t because she was flustered—and Billy got together. I start laughing, tears stream down my cheeks and the door is pushed open. Tracey looks at me confused.
“You and Billy?”
She looks to him glaring before she walks back out the door, slamming it behind her.
“Do you think it’s funny she would want me?” That makes me stop straight away. “I’m not that bad, El.”
I shake my head, wiping the tears in my eyes. “You aren’t. I’m sorry. It was just—unexpected is all.” I smile up at him.
“It wasn’t meant to happen, I don’t even know how it did happen.”
“Well, usually your dick goes into her—”
He holds up a hand. “I know what to do in that department, believe it or not.”
I nod, I don’t need the details. “So, is it serious?”
He shrugs. “It happened the other night, she won’t even look at me now.” He seems hurt.
“Tracey is—well, Tracey needs—um, just give her time.” I don’t even know what to say to that. “I hope it works out, Billy. Really I do.”
He smiles before he goes back to his pastry, turning and kneading it. He lifts up a Danish and hands it to me before I walk out.
Tracey’s standing behind the bar with a faraway look on her face like she’s in a daze. Not caring that I don’t work here anymore, I walk up behind her making her jump as I touch her.
“Seems you’ve been keeping something from me.”
Her cheeks go bright red. “You didn’t answer, I told you I was trying to call you,” she says quickly, releasing a hefty breath at the end. She looks behind me to make sure he isn’t there before she speaks. “He was good, El. Like, oh my God, good. I don’t even know how it happened. It just kind of did. He’s too young, right? I shouldn’t want to, right?” She looks at me for all the answers.
I shake my head. “Don’t ask me, I’m the worst person on this planet to ask for advice.”
“I think I have feelings for him—that’s so weird. I didn’t even know they were there until after.”
Falcon walks up to the bar, taps his fingers on it then looks to Tracey, who doesn’t care and just looks back to me. “You’ll answer tomorrow?” she asks hopefully.
I nod my head. “Yes. Come around, we can drink and eat, even ice cream.” She sighs in relief and wraps her arms around me. Letting go, I walk to Falcon who flings an arm around me.
“Can I come?” I look at him, confused. “But you have to wear what you have on today.” I roll my eyes before I push him away.
After saying our goodbyes, we step outside and into his car. He starts the engine and the blaring music begins. I reach for the knob to turn it down but he shoots me a death glare.
“Does Creed know I’m coming?”
He smiles sinisterly. And I know that’s my answer.
“Will he be there?” I ask him.
He turns the music up even louder and I reach out to turn it down.
“Falcon.”
“Why do you have to ruin all my fun?” he asks in a childish voice. “And no, he won’t be there until later. He’s out collecting women right now.”
“Collecting?” I ask confused.
“It’s his job, to collect women. As mine is to handle the money and find our customers.” He smiles. I knew they all had a certain job, and I loosely knew what Creed did as he mentioned it before, but I didn’t know for sure.
“Will he be mad?” I ask him. My hands twitch on the edge of my skirt.
“Possibly, but that’s the fun. He isn’t a ball of emotions, that’s why I do whatever possible to dig them out and play with them.”
Falcon comes to a stop in front of the club and I get out. Falcon heads off and I follow him inside and sigh in relief when I don’t spot Creed. I’m not sure if I can handle him right now, my courage needs to build first.
17
Creed
She’s perfect, better than expected really. She sits across from me with her legs crossed together as Nathan speaks, his hand sometimes resting on her leg. She doesn’t flinch, and I like that about her. Nathan sits there talking mostly about himself. He’s a high-end businessman, but a sneaky and deceitful one. Never would I grant him access to my club. But his women, on the other hand, I’ve taken two from him without him even knowing it. This one will be my third and I’m more than happy to take them from him. She stays perfectly still as he gropes her harder than he should. I’m sure he doesn’t
pay her well enough for what he will do to her later on. The girls told me he was a pig.
Leaning in, he whispers to her then stands excusing himself. I sit there with her across from me. She looks me in the eyes, there’s no shame or intimidation in her at all.
“You enjoy what you do?”
She looks at me, shocked, as if I didn’t know what she does or why she’s with him. She uncrosses then re-crosses her legs. “Mostly.” She looks to where Nathan ‘the pig’ was sitting, then back to me and shrugs.
“I can offer you better. More hours, better pay than what he’s paying you. Or any of your customers for that matter.”
She sits up straight, eyeing me. “You’re him, aren’t you?”
I look at her waiting for an explanation.
“I’ve heard of you, most of the girls have. You have a reputation with the working girls. They call you our ‘dark angel,’ taking us from this life and putting us in a far better one.” She stands holding out her hand. “I’ll go. I’ll go right now if that’s what you want?”
I look to her hand confused. “There is a condition, and it’s not something we take lightly.”
“I can’t tell, anyone.” I nod. “I know. And yes, I agree.”
“How did you find out in the first place?”
She shrugs and I like that about her, that she doesn’t nark on the person who told her. I guess some of the girls who work the streets would know about me, I’ve taken quite a few and given them more than they could ever have wanted. More than what they would get working for themselves. Plus protection. That’s our main goal, to protect them. Most end up left for dead. The guys are bigger and stronger. Now they never worry about that seedy side. We take it all away, even have guys take them home to make sure they’re safe.
“You should leave, wait outside for me.”
She nods, getting up and walking out. Nathan comes back not long after, looks for his date then sits down.
“You scared her off?” He chuckles. I don’t reply.
