Exploited Escape- Grester

Chapter Seven

Chester's POV

The next few days proceeded like any other, pushing thoughts and emotions to the back of my mind while I allowed women to use me for unrequited pleasure.

I was currently laying down on the bed, closing my eyes as I layered kisses over a stranger's neck, my mouth tasting of disgust. Like every other night. The lady's hands began to travel up my blue shirt, sliding their way across my stomach, resting on my chest.

This was when it became difficault to shut the thoughts away, when the voices in my head were hard to ignore and over the years I had perfected how to shut my brain off; focusing on what was in front of me and not what was inside of me.

I had learned to just let myself get carried away, for the money. Just dive right in and squeeze any ounce of pleasure I could suffice. So I closed my eyes and penetrated her left leg, my hand edging its way up her thighs; my fingers dancing, her breath inhaling sharply.

Two shy but forceful knocks on the door stopped me from edging any closer. The young lady looked at me curiously, her eyes drifting to the door and back at me, biting her lip seductively. My mind immediately raced to the thought that there was another lady waiting behind that door, ready to join what we had already begun.

I got up off the bed, my jeans unbuckled and my shirt flying open. I ran a hand through my hair solemnly and carefully opened the door.

She stood there, just like before, timid but carrying a sense of purpose in her stride. Her hair was pulled into a loose pony tail and her makeup was light but affective, regardless, she looked stunning.

"Grace." I said, already my words becoming harder to say as this lady overwhelmed me.

"Hey," She said, I had missed her voice, the shy authority which enveloped it. It was warming, like someone was complimenting you but at the same time her voice allowed her win an argument in just one word.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, peering back into the bedroom, the stranger was still laying under the covers, playing with the ends of her chocolate hair.

"I came to drop these back off," Grace said, placing the clothes she had borrowed into my palms, looking down at them awkwardly.

"Oh yeah, thank you. I almost had forgotten about them." I said, attempting to make conversation but that was obviously the wrong thing to say as her head tilted and she looked down intently at her black boots.

The truth was that I hadn't forgotten. I had remembered and wondered everyday whether I'd see her again and if so what I'd say, what she'd say and how the scenario would play out. It wasn't like this in my head and I began to wonder if I had dreamed up this whole connection between the two of us.

"Maybe you could put the shirt on." She said, chuckling to herself slightly and indicating to my undone shirt which was revealing my chest and abs.

I looked down and for the first time I felt embarrassed, rushing to do up every button. I like the way she said that, normally every girl would tell me to open it more, to rip my shirt off and that there was no point in me even wearing clothes but Grace had said the opposite and I admired that, her modesty and how it reflected onto others.

I laughed a little under my breath, looking up to her face smiling. She smiled back and for a moment, I could feel ourselves looking into each other's eyes and I could feel the stars align.

She nodded in approval, her smile burning into my heart. The silence was thick and I knew it was my place to say something but this girl stole my tongue and I was left speechless in front of her.