Alex's Awakening

Chapter Eight

Alex woke up around midnight and groaned. Her body felt like it had been put through the wringer, and she knew she would be feeling the effects of the night's activities for days to come. But as exhausted as she was, there was a sense of satisfaction that came with knowing she had done her job well. She had given five men some of the best sex of their lives, and they had left her feeling more alive than ever before. Every inch of her body was singing with pleasure, and she wore the aches and pains from their rough treatment like a badge of honor.

She was still in the apartment where the gangbang had taken place, but it was dark and quiet now. The guys must've gone somewhere else to continue the party and left her there to rest.

Another glance at her watch--the only clothing she still wore--made her groan. It was 11:45 pm. She should've headed home hours ago to avoid raising eyebrows, but she'd been so exhausted she hadn't thought of anything but rest. If she was lucky, very lucky, she could sneak into the house without being noticed. Her bedroom window should still be unlocked, and there was a ladder in the shed in the backyard she could use to reach it.

Alex nodded firmly to herself as she dressed. That seemed like a good plan, and having a plan in place made her feel more confident, less stressed. She collected her purse and her fee and made her way outside, humming happily to herself. The money was the largest single fee she'd collected so far, and her mind was buzzing with all the possibilities. Should she buy a Louis Vuitton purse? Perhaps use it as a down payment for a car? Maybe she could take a trip, a vacation after she graduated!

All very tempting ideas, but she knew the smart thing would be to follow Shawna's advice and use the money she'd saved so far to find a place of her own. Surely she could afford to make a down payment on a place, a fee so it would be held for her until she graduated and could move in. True, her parents wouldn't approve of an unmarried young woman living on her own, but they'd approve a whole lot less if they knew what she'd really been up to all this time.

It was dark and quiet outside, which suited her just fine. Alex called for another Uber using her work phone and spent most of the ride discretely counting her fee. It was enough to almost make her eyes water, and her mind reeled at what she could do with that kind of money. It was the most she'd made in a single night to date, and the possibilities were very pleasant to contemplate.

Her house was silent when the Uber pulled up to it. Alex thanked the driver and hurriedly unlatched the backyard gate. Quickly and quietly, she retrieved the ladder from the shed and placed it up against the side of the house, then hurriedly ascended. It was but the work of a moment for her to open her bedroom window, then she kicked the ladder with her foot so that it fell in the bushes, hidden from sight.

Alex listened intently for a few minutes, waiting for any sign that her parents might be awake. She heard nothing, but she had to be sure. So she crept down the hall and eased open the door to her parents' bedroom. They were fast asleep.

Relief crashed through her and she closed the door without making a sound. She was in the clear--if they asked her where she was, she'd simply tell them that the tutoring session had run late and she'd been home by midnight. Still, this had been a close call. Too close. She'd have to be more careful, at least until she was able to move out on her own. As much as she still loved her parents, she was looking forward to the freedom having her own place would give her. Hopefully, she'd be able to keep her new career secret until then. She didn't have to hide it forever--just long enough. She had no intention of stopping her escort job, though. She couldn't get enough of the thrill, the primal desire to be used, to be taken roughly by her clients and made into nothing more than an object for their pleasure. She had tapped into a hidden part of herself, a side that thrived on the rush of adrenaline and power she felt every time she was with a client. It was a feeling she knew she wanted to experience again and again--like a drug, only drugs never felt so good.