[ MATURE CONTENT. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED ]
He checked the time.
1:57 am.
He should go back now. But where would he go 'back' to? Home wasn't an option, because he clearly wasn't considered a part of his family. He didn't want to go back to the family that despised him. Solitude worked better for him, and as his mind searched for a relaxation technique, unknown to himself he steered his car into a by lane.
Driving through, it seemed he had entered an abyss. In every window, he hallucinated the faces of the children who mocked him, his parents who joined them in pulling his leg, or his sibling, who didn't love him either.
He finally stopped at a house, built recently in the fashion of the nineteenth century, and entered the driveway. Parking his car, he pushed open the ornately carved oak doors, and entered a parlour, styled after the erotic. The tiny light orbs hanging in the room weren't enough to light it up, and left most of it buried in the shadows.
He walked over to the scarcely dressed woman at the counter, showed his ID card and asked her to ready her most expensive one for him. She nodded, and left.
He sank down, exhausted, on the many folded diva, and sneered to himself. He deserved a reward for successfully finding his target and squeezing out all the information he was under order to gather. He knew had it been his other gang members, they'd have rewarded themselves with vodka or feasting. But his type of reward, his type of feasting was different. It was too fucking expensive.
The woman's soft calling brought him out of his reverie and gesturing toward a narrow passage, she walked ahead. He followed wordlessly, his boots making muted thuds on the green carpeted floor. Goosebumps tickled his neck and arms and his breath came heavier. At the end of the passage, the woman pointed to a half shut door. He inclined his head once, and she turned on the spot and left.
He walked slowly, inhaling deep and pushed open the door. It was a huge ornate chamber, the walls and furniture carved with human figures in throes of mating. In the middle of the palatial room, stood a queen size bed, laid in white and streaked with perfume.
And on it lay the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her slim ebony body shone bronze in the seductive light, her curves prominent and inviting. Her hands and feet were tied to the ends of the bed, and her open legs triggered the beast in him. As his eyes feasted on her, he felt himself harden, and lust cloud his reason. He took his boots off, striding slowly to the waiting girl, and stood at the side of the bed, admiring her naked chestnut body. Lifting a hand, he trailed a long slender fingers from her neck between her breasts across her taut stomach.
She couldn't believe her eyes. She was the most expensive prostitute in the whole state, and she was surprised to know she was called for. She had prepared herself to be taken again, prepared herself for the self hate and hurt that would make her lower lips pain for days after. As she lay in wait, she wondered in the man of her dreams would come to her, in this very way.
When the door had creaked open, she had almost passed out with shock and delight. The very man who had crossed her mind seconds ago, was now in the doorway, having come to take her in the same way, gazing at her, raw lust dripping from his handsome face. She saw the bone in his jeans rise up, and felt a similar flood between her legs, her nipples tightening with desire. For the first time in her life, she wanted to be taken up and torn down. She wanted him to take her as hard as he could, for as long as he desired, as many times as it pleased him. She watched him as he moved closer, one slow step at a time. If he were a prostitute himself, he wouldn't have had to do anything at all to seduce, she thought slyly, he would just have to walk as he is walking now. The desire was scalding her, and she wanted him to come faster. As he stood near her, she wondered what he'd do next. But as he stroked her lazily, intense orgasm shook her entire frame, and she almost climaxed. She wanted to pull his face to hers and satiate the desire in his eyes, place him inside her till he was full, keep him for herself for an eternity.
