SALVATION

Chapter 1 - Elena

The bare back of the man in front of me glistens with a sheen of sweat, and his moans fill the room as I pummel into his ass with the twelve-inch strap on I'm wearing.

"Harder!" He begs me. "Do the thing. Please!"

I pick up my pace, slamming into him, and reach around to squeeze his balls tightly and pull on them. He lets out a scream, cum spurting from the tip of his cock, decorating the silky red bed sheets, which he collapses onto with a groan. I follow him down, pulling out of his ass slowly and squeezing his cheeks before placing soft kisses on the angry red marks I left there earlier.

I crawl up his body, leaving gentle caresses across his skin. "Good boy" I whisper, nibbling on his earlobe.

He shivers, a small moan slipping past his lips, "fuck, that was amazing." I lift myself off him and he rolls over, looking up at me with a lazy grin on his face, "the money is on the dresser as usual, but you're welcome to stay for some food if you like."

My growling stomach begs me to say yes, but the clock on the nightstand taunts me, threatening to get me fired if I stay any longer. "Sorry Archie, I have to get to work," I mutter, removing the strap on and putting my clothes back on.

Archie peels himself off the bed and hands me something from the mini fridge, "Here, for the love of god, eat something."

I look down into the paper bag, and when I see the BLT sitting at the bottom of it, my mouth begins salivating. I take it from him gratefully, "thanks Archie. Same time next week?"

He nods, laying back on the bed and lighting a cigarette, "Have a safe night Lena."

With that, I grab the wad of cash sitting on the dresser and leave the room. The hallway is dark and dingy; black carpet lines the floor, black paint adorns the walls, and dim, red lights hang from the ceiling, keeping everything in shadows and giving just enough light to see where you're going. Screams echo through the doors I walk past, the crack of a whip slashing through the air and connecting with flesh reaches me, followed by a woman's piercing scream which turns into a loud moan of pleasure.

The people who check in at this hotel have certain sexual tastes they can't get from whoever they have promised themselves to. So, they come here to experience their deepest darkest desires before going home to their vanilla trophy wives.

Archie treats me nice and pays me well, but he's no different; middle aged, closeted homosexual, and married with three kids. But he comes to me once a week just to get fucked in the ass. I consider it my weekly workout; I'd much rather be the one taking it than giving it... too much damn work. My abdomen muscles will be sore tomorrow.

I make my way down the stairwell, avoiding the elevators, I just don't have time for them right now. Last time I took the elevator down, I ended up trapped in there with three burly dudes who paid me for blow jobs.

I can't exactly say no to the money, but it made me late for work which I can't let happen again. Donnie promised to fire me if I showed up late ever again. Fucking asshole.

I slip out a side door of the hotel, stepping into a dark alleyway and looking down both ways to make sure no one is about to jump out at me before I begin the fifteen-minute walk to the club, 'Diamonds', where I work. It's more than just a strip club though, the underground is basically a brothel.

I end up having to run most of the way and make it there at 10:58, literally two minutes before my shift starts.

"You're pushing it tonight Lena," one of the bouncers, Jake, mumbles as I scurry past him and into the club.

I clap him on the back, "Hey, I made it, didn't I? You still want to meet up later?"

He nods, "yeah, I'll wait for you after your shift."