Hired Skanks + j.g

Four.

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I wake up sprawled across my bed with no one there beside me. I prop myself up on my elbows to see Johnson and Iris soundly sleeping in her bed. I slowly get out of mine grabbing my phone and snapping a few pictures because they looked too adorable. I headed over to my suitcase and grabbed matching Victoria's Secret thong and bra, a simple grey crop top and black loose fitting short shorts. I changed in the bathroom and look in the mirror. My hair was a wavy mess. I fixed my part and smoothed it down. My hair is thick, dark, long and goes down a little past my tailbone when I don't straighten it.

I brushed my teeth to get rid of the morning breath and just applied mascara and some lip balm. I really didn't need face makeup. My tanned toned stomach was visible considering the crop top, I love this comfy outfit. I sprayed on a little perfume and then headed downstairs. I looked in the kitchen and there was Jack leaning against the island hands in a fist knuckles tight and jaw clenched.

"Uhm... Hi." I said quietly.

He looked straight at me and the anger didn't leave his face. Maybe I should've left him alone.

"You know what sucks, what sucks is having people constantly micromanaging your life."

He slams his fist on the counter and I jump making a little squeak. He walks over to me and I'm honestly scared. He pins my body to the wall and I close my eyes feeling his hot breath on my skin. I squirm in his tight grip him starting to hurt my hips. He slams me back into the wall and I gasp from the pain. His brown eyes are dark and lusty.

"I'm glad my manager hired you, because it really showed me that not just me, everyone thinks I'm incapable of love. The only difference with you is your not a fuck then dump."

He then slides his hands threw the back of my shorts and grabs my butt aggressively. Pinning my body with his own kissing my neck and chest.

"J-Jack I'm s-still sore from y-yesterday." I stuttered scared of the state he's in. He stopped kissing my neck and took his hands out of my shorts.

"Well then there's something else you can do for me, you yourself said you were a dancer. They must of given you some lap dance lessons before you started this job."

He smirks at me. I slowly nod my head not looking at him. He grabs my wrist and leads me to his room. He sits on a random chair and plays some stupid song. I lighten up remembering this is what I'm getting paid for. I start off with just shaking my hips in front of him then turn around and stick my butt out sitting on his legs and grinding on him backwards as his hands lay on my hips. I turn over and removed my shirt moving up to his hips his face inches away from my boobs. I start grinding on him this way and he brings my body forward so his face is in my boobs. I shake them and he moans. I feel his bulge as a grind. He connects our lips and instantly sticks his tongue into my mouth grabbing my but leading with me. I rub him threw his pants and he groans with impatience. I unzip his jeans and pull them down to his knees with his underwear. I take his large member into my hand and start slowly pumping. He squirms in pleasure as I quicken my pace. He lets out one last moan and let's go all over my hand. I stand up and wash my hands in his bathroom.

When I come back his pants are back on and he seems better than he was before.

"Your kinda famous Jack, they can't let you get too crazy." He laughs and pecks my lips.

"Thanks for that it defiantly calmed me down. Sorry about the bruises on your hips though, I feel terrible." I lift up the side of my shorts to examine the prominent bruises showing.

"It's okay you were angry and your strength got the best of you."

I shouldn't tell him it's okay but I don't really have any other choice.

"We're going to a party tonight, you and Iris are coming. It's going to be lit." I smile and laugh at his basic expression.

For the rest of the afternoon we just watched Netflix and made out like teenagers.

It's now 8:00pm and we have an hour to get ready for the party. Jack said it was gonna be lit so we decided to go for the grungy look. I decided on wearing black ripped jean shorts, with a red crop top with 1/4 sleeves. Then some black high top Doc Martin wedges. I got in the shower and put my hair in a shower cap because I just washed it yesterday. I washed my body then shaved. I got out dried off put some Victoria's Secret lotion on and put my outfit on. I took my hair out of the shower cap and just left it down using hair spray to keep down the frizziness at my roots. Then for makeup I put on some concealer, for eyeshadow I did a white on my lid and just a light chocolate brown in my crease so it's not super harsh. Then I just did a thin cat eye and applied some mascara. I combed my eyebrows and filled them in the tiniest bit. I put lip balm on, brushed my teeth, and I was ready to go.

I walked out and Iris had her hair in messy high pony tail. Her makeup similar to mine and she was wearing black ripped skinny jeans and a forest green crop top with brown Doc Martin wedges. We sprayed perfume on ourselves and put on deodorant. I looked at the clock it was 9:00pm on the dot. Perfect timing. We head downstairs and Gilinsky and Johnson had black skinny jeans on, shirts with rappers on then and Gilinsky was wearing a grunge jean jacket and Johnson was wearing a pale yellow 90's jacket. They all looked pretty hot.

We drove to the party in Gilinsky's jeep. As we drove up to the street to the house where the party was you could see people everywhere. We found a parking spot and walked towards the house. Gilinsky and Johnson bro fisting a couple guys on our way in. The smell of pot and alcohol filled my noise as the dark pounding lights highlighted everyone dancing. The music was dark and everyone dressed like us. There were records all over and kids smoking joints on old sofas. This was my kind of party. Who knows what this night will bring.