Everlasting (Complete)

Everlasting Vengeance

WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SHORT STORY CONTAINS CRUDE LANGUAGE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

“If you want a good time then head over to Thornton Street. At 8pm a pimp will appear, he is a tall bulky man and he will be standing beside the huge skip down Thornton Alley. His prostitutes are the best, they will do anything you ask and more, they’re the best in the entire region but they come at a high price.”

“Who’s the best?”

“Sekhmet, she’s Egyptian and the most expensive. Don’t expect to be dominant, she always takes charge,”

“We’ll see about that,”

“Either way she’ll give you a night that’s out of this world…”

Steven James was a lawyer; he was rich, arrogant, middle aged and completely slimy. He had a wife and a child but she was slowly starting to gain weight as age caught up with her and he was losing interest. The way he saw it was that he was the manager and owner of one of the largest firms in the city, he provided for his wife and child, and so the least she could do was make an effort with her appearance. It wasn’t that hard was it? Wear a sexy skirt, unbutton your shirt, he’d already booked her an appointment for botox on his card after all he deserved it.

That particular evening he planned on meeting with a prostitute. It wasn’t his first time and it definitely wouldn’t be his last. He was bored with his wife and her appointment wasn’t until tomorrow, he’d told her that he was going out with some mates to play golf.

He left his workplace slowly, pausing to leer at the younger girls who had recently started at his firm. They may be terrible at their jobs but they looked sexy in their pencil skirts and high heels and most of them were a good shag. Several of them looked up at him shyly as he strode by. The newest girl looked down at her feet, embarrassed when she caught him looking at her. Angrily he turned her chair around and grabbed her chin with one meaty paw forcing her to look at him.

“Do you enjoy and need your job?” he asked her calmly.

Her blue eyes brimmed with tears and her bottom lip quivered in fear, she looked like a scared rabbit.

“Well I suggest you look at me respectfully, I’m the manager and if you don’t do what I say then you’ll be on the streets begging for change, got it?” he asked her.

“Y-yes sir,” she replied nervously.

He released her allowing himself a low chuckle and smiled in satisfaction, he was the boss and everyone knew it.

He walked to his car, his shiny, silver Mercedes Benz and unlocked the door, climbed into the front seat and turned on the ignition, waiting until he could hear the purr of the engine before reversing out of his allotted spot.

He had half an hour to kill before the pimp would show up, he groped in his pocket for his wallet and tossed it onto the passenger seat. He had a semi hard on just thinking about the young girls he was going to shag.

He liked it rough, he regularly enjoyed asserting his dominance as he held girls down and fucked them and when he finished he’d sit back satisfied as the girls would shrink away into a corner. He savoured their discomfort and fear.

Finally it was time; he pulled onto Thornton Street and waited until the pimp came into sight. He was a black man who wore a black suit and white tie. When he smiled he revealed several gold teeth, his eyes were obscured by large black sunglasses despite the later hour.

Steven pulled closer to the pimp, he revved his engine testing him, waiting for the pimp to jump back but he just looked amused.

Steven rolled down his window and leaned out, “I’m here for one of your girls,” he called winking at the pimp.