Customer Or Lover

18

Two months passed after I told John I wasn't interested in him. True to my wishes he didn't speak to me, he didn't look at me. Even the rare times we both needed the elevator he'd wait for the next one avoiding me at all cost.

In the beggining I figured it was better this way. Better if I just focused on my myself. I managed to keep saving my little bit of money from handing out flyers at night and started the long process of getting my life together in the day.

I got a new state I.d, birth certificate and my social. I was looking into jobs that hired with little to no experience so I could get my foot in the door and start up a resume.

Everything was falling into place except when I was alone. I was plauged with John's smile and funny comebacks. Assulted with his voice telling me to €um when ever I slept. I tried numerous times to sate my hungers by masturbating but they barley fullfilled me the way I knew John could sate me.

I began doing research on BDSM fully enraptured with the lifestyle. The small dabbles I experienced with HIM and John gave me a indescribable need that I wanted to explore. I found it so odd that I hated the thought of relying on a man to take care of me. Hated the thought of giving my heart to a man to break but, I craved the feeling of allowing a man to use my body to his hearts content.

When ever I laid in bed I would stare at the ceiling knowing at the very top there were women like me who wanted these things except the difference was they were experiencing it this very moment. I would wonder if Carrie Ann was up there servicing her black master while getting her pus$y pummeled. I wondered if anyone was getting whipped, lashed, was somebody coming right now.

I shivered lightly my fingers trailing across my hard nipp!es wondering what it feel like to be forced to take a co€k down my throat forcefully. My other fingers spread my lower lips and circled my button as I pictured being used over and over by John as he came in all my holes, abused my throat, called me his whore and made me his. I screamed out as I orgasmed my stomach cletching tightly as the waves crashed through me. I moaned licking my lips as I felt my juices sliding down my ass crack to the bed.

I shook my head in irritation realizing yet again the only way I could decently orgasm was when I tormented myself with thoughts of John owning me.

Then it occured to me right then that I ruled my life and I was the one making changes. I didn't have to love John to fu€k him. And technically if I used him, he couldn't really be using me right?

It was about two a.m. He'd probably be downstairs I hoped. I got up and showered quickly. Shaving myself smooth everywhere then putting on a pair of pink lacy underwear with a bra to match. I placed my hair in a ponytail then I put on a dress that reached the top of my thighs. I placed some black heels on my feet and left out hoping he'd be there.

When I reached the lobby it was to see another guy there. I walked over and he smiled greeting me.

"Hi, can I help you?"

" I'm looking for John? "

" He just got off actually he might be with the boss, check room 23 floor ten. "

"Thanks. "

I turned back to the elevators and went up.
When I reach the room I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress embarresed by how nervous I was. I giggled lightly realizing I never even thought to figure out what room John lived in through all the time I ws here.

I knocked softly squeezing my fist.

My mouth opened to start my speech and stayed that way in surprise when a woman opened it nude. She was my height, long hair and light eyes. Full breast and lush hips. She smiled at me and jealously swarmed through me at her beauty. Her hand reached out and I closed my mouth grasping her and shaking it.