Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

21

              A blur of faces passed over my vision. There were three of them, seemingly dressed head to toe in black. I was brought to a room. I couldn't make out much about it because of how disoriented I felt. Someone was caressing my forehead as I rested against their lap.

The other two disappeared from my sight, and then it was just me and that one, the one who had come to my rescue and was currently caressing me like a priceless possession.

"Oh Lea, I never meant for you to get hurt."

The voice was as soft as a lullaby, as deep as a bass machine; shivers crawled up my spine at the sound. I tried to say something, but it came out as a mumble.

He shushed me gently, cupping my cheeks. "I can make you feel better."

The erotic nature of his voice sent another violent shiver through my veins. I felt my body come to life with the heat of a thousand suns. I didn't dare question it. He hadn't even touched me yet and I felt so aroused.

I subconsciously tried to lift my arm to touch the stranger's blurry face, just to make sure that he wasn't a hallucination, but then pain shot up through my arm, causing me to let out a cry.

He shushed me again, his long fingers grabbing hold of my wrist. He stroked it softly and then his hand went up to where my wound was. "She will pay for this."

Someone in the room made a sound in agreement.

The man's hands ran down my body, making sure to avoid my sexual parts. His palm settled on my belly, where he let it run around in circles. As the space between my legs warmed and moistened, I felt him come to life, pressing against my back.

I moaned in pain and desire. What a horrid time to lose control over my limbs. I needed this man, whoever he was, with his alluring voice and long fingers. I wished he would touch me more intimately. But it was like I was truly just my brain, caged in a meat suit I had no control over. It was the worst.

"The doctor will be here any minute, then you'll feel better."

As he spoke, I tried my best to tighten my legs together to relief myself of some of the burning desire that had taken hold of me. I couldn't. I could only sit there, pitying myself, as my panties soaked up all my love juices.

* * *

"Lea? She's waking up, guys."

It was Kendrick. I opened my eyes, seeing that I had regained control of my body. I shot up anxiously, hoping to see the stranger with the erotic voice.

I was back in my house, in my room. My family and Kendrick's surrounded me. I ran out of bed and to the window, delusionally hoping that I could at least catch a glance of a car leaving. There was no unfamiliar car out. It was only Martin's and Kendrick's cars.

I sighed in disappointment and returned to my bed.

The people gathered around me stared at me like I was an alien. I waited for one of them to talk, but when it seemed like they never would, I said, "Who brought me here?"

"I did," Martin answered, looking sheepish. He turned to my parents. "Sorry I didn't tell you I was with her. She didn't want you two to know."

My parents hadn't been home when I got back. I saw some texts they left me about the school closing, but I figured that if they didn't care enough to come pick me up, then why would I bother about informing them of my whereabouts?