Wicked Games

                                                        Prologue

        His arms wrapped around my body and pulled on my curves tighter than before. The background music, and the loud chatter meant I had something to distract myself with; when his lips where crushed on to mine. His skin tasted even worst than a bitter lit cig, but he couldn't even be compared to that. 

         My shirt was just about raised, and the breeze of the night air hit my pale white skin and raised goosebumps. I couldn't imagine anything that felt more disgusting. Wait, I could, the smearing of my wine colored lip stick could match up easily with that. Then the drunken touch he provided me when he drew his fingers through the soft layers of my reddish colored hair. Those could match up with the goosebumps.

         Once his fingers traveled down to the button of my shorts, someone's hands caught onto my hair and yanked me backwards. I looked behind me to see it was Charles. He was my nightmare. His mouth was set in a frown, and his eyes caught hold to mine. His blues were crazed. He wasn't looking at the man that held me; he was looking dead at me.

          Charles was not a man easy to the eye. He had a beer belly, and he always smelled of cheap alcohol. His hair was thinning in the front, and the sides and back were almost invisible due to it being as blond as his skin. Charles was a good six'two and had a scraggly mustache and beard. It wasn't neat, but that was him. He always wore a wife-beater that was in stains. The skin that was bared  was of his dragon tattoo. He was a total mess of a man, of a human.

           His eyes focused on mine then my customer. I wasn't new to this routine so I knew that this man right here was scared out of his wits. Charles might be my nightmare, but that doesn't mean I was going to take that. This man had already paid me; I was going to fulfill his girlfriend experience.  However, the jackass was screwing it all up!

            I know what you're thinking, what a slut! Selling her body! Don't judge me; you don't know my life story. I'm not a fucking princess. I never will be. Don't expect that out of me. Love me or hate me, you're still thinking about me. Anyway, let's get back to the main purpose.

            "Charles, stop you ass! He paid, now get the fuck out of here," I said with acid in my voice. I could almost feel the slicing of his eyes as they struck upon me. My confidence went down about a hundred degrees, but I couldn't let him know that. My eyes glared back at him with heat, and he smirked. 

             "You know this guy?" The unnamed man asked; with fear in his tone. I nodded to him and his face relaxed a bit. His shoulders  dropped some inches releasing the tension in them.

              "You can't do anything with him. Daddy needs some loving," I shook my head in response. I wasn't about to let him touch me. He walked closer to me, and I backed up until I couldn't  anymore. His face was stretched into a grin, and I could smell the stank vodka on his skin. I feared the worse at that moment.