Bad Decisions

~~Chapter 1~~

***I had success in my other story about bdsm, so I'm gonna attempt it again. I hope you guys enjoy it and please remember to vote and comment. :) Btw this story is gonna be straight and gay because I feel like it.***

POV- Brent

I heard the sound of police sirens again as I was walking home from... somewhere. It's not the first time they've called the cops on me, but it sucks always being on the run.

See, I was into the drug dealing business. I didn't live in one place for too long and I was constantly changing my identity. No time to get a house nor a relationship. I didn't mind, though. As long as I kept getting paid anyway.

So, I'm running as fast as my legs can carry me to...well... I don't even know where. Once I lost the cops I went into the nearest hotel. Luckily, I haven't been in this one before. I paid for a room and headed up the stairs to find it. I walked past a soda machine and into a room with the number assigned to me. It was nice, but I've seen better. I stayed up almost all night watching porn. *clears throat*

I woke up the next morning after about two hours of sleep. Immediately, I got my ass up out of there before the cops found out where I was. My next stop was to the boss's place to collect more marijuana, cocaine, LSD, and shit like that. Derick is my boss's name and his house is over in the next state, Arizona. Welp, better go get my car.

I picked up my black Lamborghini from a person I guess I could call a friend. After I made sure not a scratch was on it, I was on my way to Derick. I tried my best not to speed because I didn't want to end up in jail... again. It's dirty and just no.

I drove all day and night until I finally reached the mansion. The place hasn't changed since the last time I was here a few months ago. "You come back for more?" I heard a deep voice say from behind me. I turned to see Derick standing covered in tattoos without his shirt off. He hasn't changed either. "Uh, yea. Why else would I be here?" I asked. "You got a point," Derick replied. I smirked and asked "Sooo, where to next?" "Come, inside. I'll show you," Derick said while leading me inside.

The inside of his house is almost exactly what you would expect from a high school stoner. The only problem is that he is 29, not in high school. But, he is a stoner so, I guess it makes sense. He keeps his weed garden in the back and he lead me to it.

In that room is like a sanctuary to me. I love the smell of fresh, crisp marijuana. I'm not exactly sure how Derick gets away with this weed garden and the cocaine lab thing in the basement. Oh, wait, yes I do. It's because his dad is governor of this freaking state. So, that means Derick can pretty much do whatever the hell he wants. Has he ever bailed me out of jail even once, no! I don't mind, though. I just cash in on favors that guys owe me for doing them a favor/favors ;)

If you are not sure what that means, I'll explain. See, it's very simple, I like cock. Yup, completely gay over here. Derick is too, but I've never played with him nor do I ever plan too. He just isn't my type. Guys owe me favors instead of money for pleasure. I cash in the favors when I get myself into trouble.

I collected all the drugs Derick said I'd be needing and started to walk out of the door. "See ya, Derick," I called as I left. I climbed into my Lamborghini and sped off to the next location, California.

POV- Jasmine

Life is tough, ya know? It's hard to make a living and to truly be loved. I was very poor growing up and my own dead beat dad sold me over and over again to different men and woman to be raped for a little money. I can't ever explain the pain I was in the first time it happened, but I got used to it after awhile, kinda.

Where am I now, you might ask. Well let me assure you, I'm deffinatly not "living the life" like they do in the movies. I'm a stripper and prostitute. I make my money the only way I know how. I live in an apartment. To pay the rent, I screw the manager twice a month. It's a pretty good deal.

Most of my time is spent smoking weed and drinking vodka. Even when I'm getting paid for sex. It's not the best life, I know, but it's the only one I've got.

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"Oh, yeah, work it baby," a guy named Sean says as I give him a lap dance. He grabs my ass and squeezes tight. I moan and he pulls out his dick. I get right on top and bounce up and down. Sean groans. This goes on for awhile, then I stop.

Sean smacks my face hard and says "Did I tell you to stop, huh?" "No," I reply helpless. I start bouncing again at great pace and moaning loudly. Sean stands up and picks me up. He slams my back against the wall and pounds into me. I moan and cum.

Awhile later, I leave and Sean pays me. Then, I walk into an alley way and buy marijuana from my usual dealer. I come back to my house and look for my bong. I find it and smoke for awhile before falling asleep.