A Private Affair

Chapter One

Hey guys! Thanks for giving this story a try! Please leave a comment and tell me what you think! I will try to update once a week, but school is out in a few days, so hopefully I will update more often than that. Just a warning: There WILL be smut and lots of it. There may be a few triggering events as well. You have been warned! Enjoy! ~ Kaleigh

KELLIN'S POV

I walk down the dirty, dated, wallpapered hallway of the cheap motel, preparing myself for what is about to go down. I've been doing this since I was 17, but it never gets any easier. I never know what, or who, is waiting for me behind the paper thin walls and on the shitty, creaky bed. I thought that this job would get easier with experience, but there really is no way to prepare yourself to meet a stranger in a falling apart building, take their money, have sex with them, then leave. Most of the time, I walk around feeling empty and used.

Tonight is no different than any other. I'm in some hellhole called The Rip Van Winkle Motel on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere. The only thing around to save me if something goes wrong with this clients are the ghosts in the walls... or the rats. I think there may be more rats than tenants. I shiver at the thought and search for room 31C.

When I find the right room, I pause to take a deep breath. I pray that this guy isn't sicker than the rest. Rather reluctantly, I raise my hand and knock on the door in front of me.

"It's open," comes the dreaded answer from inside the room. I slowly turn the knob, and push open the door. It's now or never; I guess I'd better act like I want to do this. When the client doesn't turn around, I just shut the door quietly and move further into the room.

"Mr. Hills? Are you ready for me?" The man finally turns around, and what I see makes a little glimmer of hope shine somewhere deep inside me. This man is, well, he's sexy. He is wearing an expensive suit and tie, like he just got off of work. His dirty blonde hair is neat and closely cropped to his head and his eyes are bluer than the sky. At first, I think that tonight may not be so bad; maybe he will go easy on me... That is, until I notice the usual look of disgust he wears towards me.

"Are you the whore I ordered? Kelly, or something?" I sigh inwardly.

"My name doesn't matter... we won't be doing much talking." I slide easily into the character I've played for the past 3 years of my life. "Mr. Hills... I believe we have some business to take care of," I say seductively as I loosen his tie.

"I don't have all night; get on your knees," he says gruffly, shoving me down onto the floor. I don't like being treated this way in the slightest. I just have to do what I have to do to survive.

Without hesitation, I take off his belt and throw it to the floor. I then unbutton his dress pants, and begin slowly sliding down the zipper. His breath quickens slightly.

"Hurry up, slut. I have a wife wondering where I am." I resist the urge to roll my eyes and call him a sleazy jackass, and pay attention to what I'm doing. I pull him out of his boxers and see that he's semi hard already. Perfect. Less time I have to spend with him. Even though I really don't like him, he has still been nicer than most clients and I'm still being paid to do this, so my training slaps me in the face and reminds me what to do next.

"Oh, Mr. Hills, you're so big," I say. He's really not anything special, but in this business the client is always big.

I stroke him slowly for a few seconds, then lean forward and lick him from base to tip. I hear his breathing hitch as I swivel my tongue around his tip a few times and suck him completely into my mouth. I quickly bob my head up and down and give him a few fake moans.

"Yeah, you like sucking my cock, don't you?" I make a 'mhm' sound in response. "Of course you do you dirty little whore."

I feel his fingers tangle into my hair, and he forces me to move faster and take more of him into my mouth. His tip hits the back of my throat, and he moans loudly as he begins thrusting his hips while holding my head in place. It won't be long now, I can feel him throbbing in my mouth. I guess I don't have to do too much pretending tonight; he doesn't seem to want to go further than this.

I hear him groan, and he spills into my mouth. I swallow, and he untangles his fingers from my hair. The bed squeaks loudly in protest as he plops down onto it, breathing heavily. He soon recovers, sits up, and seems to remember that I'm in the room.

"Why are you still here?" He spits at me.

"You haven't paid me yet, sir," I say, struggling to keep even the tiniest ounce of spite from seeping into my tone. He sighs, pulls out his wallet and throws me some cash. I take it and walk out the door, wasting no time in leaving.

As soon as the door swings shut behind me, a few tears beg to escape, but I ignore them. I push aside my feelings; I've definitely gotten good at doing that the past few years. No one cares about me, so what's the point in feeling? I don't even feel sorry for myself anymore.

I rub my eyes, and strut down the hall and out the front door. I have two more appointments to get to tonight, it's not like I have time for a pity party anyways.