My hands scratched his back in mock pleasure as he thrust into me. His grunts and the sickening smell of sweat filled the air making it hard to breathe. One of his hands tangles itself in my hair and pulls, causing me to resist the urge to roll my eyes. His thrusts become sloppy as he nears his high, finally he comes into the condom and collapses on top of me breathing heavily.
I push him off me and get out of the bed. Bending down I pick up my clothes off the floor and feel a stinging sensation on my right butt cheek. Clenching my jaw and closing my eyes, I calm myself and walk towards the bathroom. The door is thrown open as I'm pulling on my jeans, he stands there nude with lust clear in his eyes.
“Get on your knees,” he commands.
I raise my eyebrow, a look of disdain clear on my face. “I don't give blow jobs. You'll have to get another girl for that.”
“But I want you,” he grits through his teeth as he closes the small space between us and wraps a hand around my throat.
My automatic reflex is to punch him in the balls. He falls to the ground with his hands in between his legs, eyes screwed shut in pain. Grabbing my shirt and jacket I run out the bathroom and stumble through the house in search of the door. I hear the sounds of his grunts and presume that he's back on his feet. Making a split second decision, I throw open a window and climb through. I find myself on an old fire escape. Scuttling down the stairs I attempt to tug my shirt on without stopping.
Above me sounds a loud crash, followed by thundering steps. If I didn't act quickly, he'd catch me and there was no telling what would happen if he did. Throwing my sweater over the banister, I grip the cold metal in my grip before jumping over. Air pushes against me as gravity drags me down. As I collide with the cold concrete I roll to the side, easing my impact.
“You stupid bitch!” Roars a voice two stories above me from where I jumped. “I won't pay you unless you get back up here and do what I tell you too!”
A chuckle leaves my mouth which just makes him even more angry. Giving him a smug smile, I wave goodbye before starting towards the end of the alley. Looking up at the cloudless night sky a sense of nostalgia takes up residence in my chest. Here in the city, you could never see the stars because of all the street lights. Tugging on my hoodie I lower my head and make my way back to the office.
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I throw the glass door open and storm in, thoroughly pissed off. The first people to see me are Ricky and Sara.
“Whoa, what's wrong with you mama?” Asks Ricky in that Argentinian accent that drives most girls crazy. He was about 6’5 with lean muscle and thick black curls. I guess you could say he was a Latino Romeo.
Glaring at them I grit through my teeth, “Amber sent me out with a psycho. When I refused to top him off, he choked me.”
Sara gasps and wraps me in her arms. Anger flashes through Ricky's eyes and I can only imagine what's going through his head. He was like my big brother, and Sara was my best friend.
“I'll go get Kevin,” he grunts before hurrying off.
Sara finally let's me go, but grabs my hand instead. “I'll come with you to talk to Amber.”
Not really in the talking mood I simply nod and then make my way through the lounge and kitchen to Ambers office. Without knocking we enter to find her in a heated conversation on the phone. When her eyes meet mine the irritation is undeniable. Crossing my hands over my chest I tap my foot as I wait for her to finish her conversation.
Two minutes later she ends the call and stands with her palms flat on the table. “Alex, why the fuck did you assault the customer?! What the actual hell is your problem!”
“Assault?! It was self fucking defense! The man choked me! Or maybe he left that part out huh?” I yell back at her, fed up with the events of that night. At my words her face softens, then contorts into confusion.
“What do you-” She's cut off by her office door being thrown open and two men rushing in. Big calloused hands grip my chin and tilt my head back while the owner inspects my throat.
He releases me, then turns on Amber. “Give me that prick's address. I'm going to pay him a little vist.”
“Okay everyone just calm down for a second. Let's get the full story here. Alex?” Amber looks at me expectantly.
Rolling my eyes I recap my entire night with the douche bag. Starting with him groping me while we ate in Chili's, all the way up until when he said he wouldn't pay me. Ricky and Kevin both stand in a corner whispering, most likely plotting on how to kill this ass wipe. Amber had sat back down and looked sick with what I was telling her.
When I was finished she shook her head and wrote something on a small piece of paper. “Here Kevin, don't hospitlize nor kill him, but get the point across. And while your at it, get Alex's money.”
A gruesome smile takes up residence on his face and he caresses my cheek in his calloused hand once more before retrieving the paper and setting out. Ricky tries to follow but is stopped by Amber. “Excuse me, but if I remember right you need to go home and pack. You've got to meet your client in an hour at the airport. Family reunion remember?”
He groans but doesn't deny it, which brings a small smirk to my lips. His intentions were good but the job came first, we all knew that. “And as for you two,” she continues,”Sara don't forget you've got an all black event to attend tomorrow at 8pm. Alex you've got the day off, I'll see you on Saturday.”
Nodding my head to confirm I heard her, me and Sara walk out of her office and take a seat in the lounge. Sitting there, I listen to her talk about how her son was doing in school and get the latest tea on the others that work with us. Time ticked by quicker than we both noticed and it was soon almost four in the morning.
“I'll take you home. Come on, it's along the way.”
“Thanks love,” standing I follow her out into the early morning breeze. We pile into her 2016 Chevy cobalt and she begins to navigate through the confusing streets until we are outside my upscale apartment building. Handing her ten for gas money I jump out the car before she has the chance to refuse my money and jog into my building. Getting in the elevator I lean against the wall and press the button for the top floor. The box of metal shudders once before ascending upwards to my penthouse loft.
The elevator opens up to a short hallway with my door at the end. Dragging myself forward I struggle to get the door open because of my fatigue but finally succeed. Not taking the time to change clothes, I walk sluggishly to my bed and fall face down onto my covers. A warm furry body jumps onto the bed next to me and cuddles into me for warmth. Somehow managing to get under the covers, I fall asleep cuddled up with my dog.
