Work Hard Play Harder

Prologue - Victim

Simone Pov 

"Are you sure you're up for looking after him? I mean I'm not even sure if I want to-" I rambled, secretly hoping mum would change her mind.

"Simone, you need this. Go and have fun" Mum dismissed the beginning of my speech easily.  

She had always been going on about how much work I do, in running our baking business and being a single mother raising Carter. I had always put pressure on myself to get everything sorted from I stepped into England mainly because I felt so guilty I'd ran away, and guilty that I'd not been able to give my child a father because of my wrong actions. 

I brought a house shortly before Carter was born. Mum left dad, and came to live with us briefly before I brought her a bungalow of her own. She was my rock and helped me with everything. How to hold him, how to nurse him, how to bathe him. She was right beside me when he learnt to walk and talk and when I picked which school he would go to, and brought his uniform, and when he officially thought he had become a 'big boy'. She's always thanking me because I led her to doing something she loves, and finally feeling free. Together we set up a bakery named Sweet Indulgence. I brought the bakery with the money I had saved up - that was an investment of money and faith.

At first it seemed like it wasn't going to go well, we were even thinking of selling at one point but we kept going. I contacted popular you tubers to promote our cakes, and contacting event companies to provide catering. It was slow at first but after 5 whole years of grinding - thinking and creating of new flavours and designs and recruiting professional branding experts, business started to boom. Working for myself has been rewarding, but it means that when I'm not with Carter I'm at work or working from home, on a new concept or networking... or something business related, which is why my mum is obsessed with wanting me to go out.

But although I sometimes think about going out, I'd honestly prefer to have a movie night with Carter, and listen to his light snores when he falls asleep. I never would have thought my life would centre so much around somebody else, or that I'd ever prefer to stay in. It's not the first time, I'd left Carter with mum but it's rare that I ever planned to leave him overnight. I'd miss out on my morning cuddles, and I live on those.

Though later sitting in front of my next victim at a bar in central London, I was so glad I'd listened and gone out. The dark chocolate skinned man that had provided a stimulating conversation, two drinks of my favourite wine and imagery of all the dirty things he would do to me had made me wonder why I didn't venture out more often. It's not that I hadn't gotten male attention, it's that I had made myself too busy for a man. Either that, or they weren't him - they weren't Samuel.

I laughed along with what this handsome man was saying. I wasn't actually listening, so I didn't get his joke but I was nodding, smiling and looking pretty until I found the right time to pose the question of him going back to the hotel suite I'd booked. Whilst I was staring into his dark brown eyes, the only thing that was on my mind was how hard he was going to fuck me tonight, because a woman's got needs. It'd been a long long time since I'd gotten the attention I need, and God knows how much I need it right now. 

I sipped my wine, deciding to make my intentions clear through my actions. I licked my red lips, and sat in a way that my assets would be noticed as I lightly brushed my hands giggling in response to another joke he made. I let my eyes convey the message. Yes, eye conversations do exist, and my eyes were telling him that I wanted to fuck. I smiled, watching his reaction becoming in tune to mine. He'd stopped speaking, and lust was clearly in the air but he was hesitant. Perhaps he thought I wasn't really wanting what he thought I wanted. I stroked his leg from underneath the table to let confirm what was about to go down. 

I smiled as I led the way out of the crowded bar. Though I wasn't proud of my past, I was proud that even after I had a baby I still had it going on. I still held the power to seduce. Not that this guy (what's his name again?) knew about me having a son, but he didn't need to know. It's not like we'd see each other after tonight. He was just going to be a fling, it's not like I'm capable of falling in love or anything like that again. I just want to have some fun, no attachments, no complications - it's easier that way. 

The way he made me scream, made me contemplate whether I should store his number and save him for future occasions, and that was before he'd even finished. As soon as the door shut, we were taking each others clothes off frantically. He ripped the clasp of my bra to reveal my perfectly perky silicone enhanced breasts. I pulled down his boxers to reveal a very big, and almost fully erect friend for me to play with. Tonight it was all mine.

Instinctively I took control. I pulled him towards the bed, tugging at his bottom lip as I guided him to my entrance. I was happy riding him and hearing him groan from underneath me. My loud moans covered his, but he became inaudible when he switched the position, hitting me fast and hard with quick strokes. I gyrated my hips, and made sure to meet him, as I rotated my hips anti clockwise. We were close so close, and my wails had become louder.

"Samuel" I moaned as I finally came. I was glad that he didn't notice, and was surprised his name had slipped out of my mouth. Though in the heat and mist of things I wasn't the only one who had let words escape their lips. I heard the stranger say three little words as we reached our climax and I knew I'd made a victim. I knew it was my pussy making him get soft and not me, so I didn't feel bad when I left him behind in the middle of the night. 

I left without a trace. It was hard to wriggle out without him stirring, and even harder to find items of clothing that had been scattered around the hotel room, without switching the light on. I felt conflicted as I slipped into the cab on my way back home. I was happy to get my fix, but I felt too much like the old me that was dependant on sex, male attention and how it made me feel. 

I felt a tear slip my eye as I thought about how I had succumb to fucking a guy who's name I didn't remember. I couldn't help but question why I'd said Samuel's name. It'd been five fucking years, and every fucking day he crosses my mind. I always try to seek similarities in Carter, and yes I'd sometimes let him be the fuel when I masturbated on those lonely nights. Somehow as I sat in the back seat of the car, in this cold winters night, looking out the window at tall buildings, I became consumed in thinking of how I fucked up with Samuel, and how I'd never really gotten over anything.

Maybe I'm just a victim of introspection..