On The Come Up

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The night was quaint and dark. Rain fell from the sky like eyes at a funeral, a deathly silence hanging over the small town of Chesterport. I sat at the bar of a small grill joint, alone, thoughts of being laid off just hours before, now suffocating me, filling my head.

Just then, like a thief in the night she stole my attention. Tall, fair skinned, with fiery red hair. It happens like clockworks at places like this really. Pretty girls fall into the laps of desperate, tipsy guys. Guys like me. But this isn't the same.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, leaning over the counter beside me. It had been almost like she'd teleported over here, or more like, floated in all her mystically. I glanced at her, "Late night?". She quickly turned her back to the counter, resting her elbows on the ledge and leaning her head back. She groaned, "Ugh-- Yes. I just want to go home.".

I furrowed a brow. "Then why don't you?". My curiosity peaked her interest,"Cant. It's just some really fucked up personal shit going on so..", one of her hands fell, slapping her thigh, her head still leaned back.

My eyes glided down her sleek side profile. Starting at her deep, red hair, caressing her jawline, and slowly trailing down her long, supple neck. "You ok?". Dammit. I zoned out. "Oh, yeah I'm fine. Why don't you let me buy you a drink.". Once again she turned, this time her bust facing the table. The front of her already barely present black dress fell forward, exposing her. I felt dirty, though my heart rate rose as did other members of this flesh suit I call a body. "-sounds great.". She signaled to the bartender, "Can I get a Ménage à Trois, on the rocks?" She cocked her head to the side, as if she were surprised by her own question.

A swift, silent nod was returned from the bartender as he quickly began mixing her drink. Shaking and pouring, and shaking again, then sliding the glass down the counter from where he stood. "What about you? What is a man so attractive doing so sad, all alone at a bar on a Thursday evening." I chuckled. A man so attractive? Still I answered,"I just got fired, and I have some heavy ass debts to pay soon. Some fucked up shit at home too, if you will?". She nodded in agreement, taking a lustful, lengthy sip of her drink.

"Perhaps-" she slipped her dress down her cleavage a bit,"-I can take your mind off things?". I swatted, "I just got laid off, I'm not interested in anything right now. Plus I'm broke..." A devilish smile grew on her face, "For a man like you I'm free of charge."

A battle of desperation and disgust begun inside me. My crotch tingled and my heart pounded for a second. "Sure, why the fuck not?". I whistled for a shot, throwing it back and grabbing my coat off the back of my stool.

We made small talk as we walked to the door, the jukebox starting up as we strutted. I threw my coat over her shoulders as we approached the door, rain still pouring from the open sky.

We both laughed loudly, playfully running to my car, drenched in water. Our laughs were still subsiding as we got in the car, both still giggling the slightest bit. I closed my door, she closed hers, and suddenly the car fell silient.

It had dawned on me that I was in my car with a complete stranger, ready to take her. Ready to let her take me. The thought of it repulsed me, but my body still said yes and the oddity of the situation drew me nearer to the flame. How irregular this was for me, how she'd seemingly enchanted me made me want to know more about who she was, and where she'd been. I still felt a need to buy time.

I flicked open the cigarette lighter, pulling a cigar out of my shirt pocket and lighting it. I took a hit, gesturing an offer towards her afterward. She accepted and took the cigar in her fingers, taking a long, slow puff. The way her lips rested on the cigar, plump and pink, made my thoughts drift.

It felt like hours of small talk and smoking had gone by, by the time the cigar finally became too
small to smoke. I put it out, my mind clouded as was the air of my car, which hung heavy with smoke. "...and that's pretty much how I ruined my own life." her story concluded. I coughed, choking on the smoke which still loomed in the air. "Damn.".

My response left a long opening. I wont tell you it was an accident, because it wasn't. The tension pressing us in my car was enough to let me know that one quiet moment was all I needed.

Our eyes did a silent tango, hers fluttering as if to close, her lips beckoning a kiss. I leaned in. Meeting her half way. It was suddenly as if my body was on fire. My hands raced through her hair so as hers through mine. I slipped my tongue, and she slipped hers. My body jerked and writhed, my crotch begging to meet hers. She unbuttoned my shirt rapidly, her fingers trembling and shaking as if  they couldn't keep up with her intent, hellbent on prying my shirt open, revealing toned pecs and a chiseled abdomen. She stroked them lustlfully, her warm palms working down below my waistline.

I pulled her dress off her shoulder, revealing her bra strap. I unbuckled it, cupping her now exposed breasts in my hand.

She pulled the other end of her dress up, revealing her panties. I moved them, parting the lips of her vagina and letting my fingers slide in her. They in glided with ease, glistening with precum. She stroked my cock as I fingered her. Our kisses repeatedly interrupted by her soft, faint moans.

I groaned, in part because I was reaching climax. Mostly because her moans drove me insane, the sensuality of her tone making my heart flutter. I caressed her slim frame with my hand, moving around to her back. She stopped my hand, removing hers from my pants and pulling away from me. Shame shrouded her eyes.

"What's wrong, did I do something?". The generosity behind my question wiped a little of the shame from her face. She sobbed softly, "I'm wrapped up in some shady shit. I have some people to pay and I'm probably gonna get fucking pimped out and I don't know what to do.". Her sobs quickly turned into deep breath-ed cries. She turned her back to me to reveal lashes and lesions. "What the fuck?". Her puppy like eyes melted my heart, I zipped my pants and clasped my belt.

She then went on to tell me an unthinkable truth.

About how she had been pimped out...raped...and forced into the mafia. And she wanted out...