Wrong

My mistake had a name.

We pull up next to a tall beautiful grey building. It had immaculately detailed walls with etchings of random roman people on its polished walls. I look up from the car, staring in awe at the building as it seemed to go miles into the sky. This is all too good, I feel so uneasy with this man. He just seemed too classy for a hooker, and with his looks how does he not get a girl or two. I didn't realize I was staring at him with a twisted look, studying him. He clears his throat snapping me from the spell he seems to have put on me.

"Mind coming in with me, I don't want to be seen in the car while fucking a prostitute." The pure black windows could never let someone see through, I knew something was up but a guy living here with that car must have money so I'll take my chances. I nod my head earning a smile from him. We climb out of the car, strutting towards the beautiful building. He places his hand on the small of my back, feeling the rough hands through the holes in my dress,and yes they went that low. I tense up a tad feeling his skin touching me, somehow it felt dirty. He didn't feel dirty in a physical way more in a he done something wrong and now the blood is on his hands. He says nothing to me as we walk through the apartment buildings lobby, only pushing on my back ever so gently.
We stop in front of a large elevator, two golden doors open to relieve a somewhat nineteen sixties carpet, a flower pattern surrounded by a light brown almost tan color making the red roses seem to pop. It looked old, but felt new. The walls were the same basic tan color of the carpet, a basic elevator. We step in and I notice how it's rather small for such a large building. He stands next to me in the middle, leaning over to press the number fourteen. The doors slowly close in front of us, not helping my nerves of the man, in a small tight spot where I couldn't run or even get out.

"You seem a bit off." He points out the obvious as I slowly try scooting from him. I hold my breath not wanting to talk to the tall dark haired man. I close my eyes thanking the lord hearing the elevator ding. The gold doors open once again, and I quickly step out into a breath taking apartment. High ceilings with a large chandelier hanging over a hard wood dining table, polished so well I could see my reflection. I walk further, it looked like no one lived in it at the moment. The thought slips my mind seeing a balcony over the city, much better than the windows in my building. As I look over the bustling city view, sunset being to start, I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. Not in a comforting way, I am whipped around harshly to see the man again.

"You know I didn't bring you up here to look at the city now did I?" His tone harsh and menacing stopping me dead in my tracks. I shade my head too frightened to speak.

"Can't even talk?" He scoffs pushing me back into the huge living area. I stumble over my heels falling on the ground. I had to let this happen if I was going to get my money. He picks me up bringing me to a couch dropping me on it. He sits beside my head spreading his legs. He says nothing only looking at me and back at his crotch.

I climb off the couch resting myself between his legs, eye level with his groin with a small sigh I bring my hand up to undo the belt and he doesn't object. I continue the same chant in my head that I do every time I do this, you need your drugs Cheyenne.

// hi guys I know it's not as long but I'm really tired and it's almost six in the morning. Anyway tell me if you want more, thank you for the new followers by the way. I think I'll be updating tomorrow as well, I'll make it longer than this trust me! Night guys!\\