Love or Lust

FIVE

T/W: Domestic Abuse, Violence.

IT WAS ALMOST 1AM when our intense fucking session in front of the NYC skyline came to an end. Slumping over me, his nose rests in my hair as we both orgasm. After some moments of catching our breaths, his softened length slips out of me and I wince from the loss of contact.

Without a word, Tiger walks back to his desk, leaving me confused and still in a sexual daze as I follow after him. Opening the last drawer, he brings out a bundle of cash and places it on the desk.

"You were good Natasha. You get a tip."

"I - what?" I ask confused. How did I forget that I am doing this for money.

"Shut the door on your way out." His chin jerks in the direction of the door as he slips off the condom and ties it, covering up with his boxers. I remain fixed in the same position, too dumbfounded to speak.

"I didn't stutter." Is all he said as he pulled on his shirt and buttoned the crisp material. Shockingly, I realize he has gotten his fill of me and now he wants me to get out. Disappear. Like what we did never happened. In a daze, I pull up my dress, pick up my purse and stuff the bundle of cash in, holding my shoes in my right hand.

Finding my voice, I turn around with my hand on the door handle. I would not let him speak to me in such condescending tones. Even if I just had transactional sex, I still deserved to be respected like a person.

"You don't have to be so condescending you fucking asshole. We are both consenting adults and I did you a favor as much as you did me, so don't act like I was used for your sick pleasure and I have now lost my value. Just because you gave me money doesn't give you the right to speak to me like that. Fuck you." I yell at him as I fling the door open and step out, shutting it loudly behind me. Fuck his stupid door. I ignored the guard positioned not too far from the office entrance and continued walking until I got to the elevator, punching in the keys.

It wasn't until I sat in the taxi that I realized his butt plug was still lodged in between my ass.

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Natasha was awake when I returned back to her apartment, a cloud of soft blue blanked covering her tall frame, mucus infused tissues lying around her. I let myself in with the spare key she had given me.

"You're back!" She chirps up at my arrival. Pulling off the blanket, flicking the tissues away, and patting the side of the couch for me to join her. "How was it? I need details."

"Honestly, the sex was freaking amazing. Like toe curling, heart racing amazing." I lustfully smile as I take my seat, my memories slipping back to the best fuck I ever had. I had taken off the butt plug earlier at the guest toilets located in the lounge of the apartment building, before taking the elevator up to Natasha's.

"He's an ass though. He literally told me to get out after we had sex. I mean, it's not like I wanted to sleep over, but at least he didn't have to be so mean and condescending." I proceed to give Natasha the details, carefully opening my purse so the rinsed plug doesn't slide out, and pulling out the bundle of cash from within.

"Yea fuck him." She agrees. "Some men are just idiots like that. They frown at sex work but they are the major contributors to the market."

"How much did he give you?" She asks, her eyes widening in excitement.

"Let's count it." I tell her. I spill the tea about tonight while we count, leaving out certain details I think are too personal; like the anal play.

"5 grand." Natasha squeals, interrupting my story. "This is way more than he said he was going to pay ."

"He did say I was getting a tip." I shrug, then squeal in excitement too. This was more than enough to get me through for a while. And it paid better than my monthly salaries at my 2 jobs.