THE GEEK'S SLUT.

Chapter 1: Victoria

"Babe, come on," He murmured in my ear with his lips brushing against my neck slowly and I let out a moan. I quickly stood up from the bed and turned to him.

"I'd love to, John, but no doe, no hoe. You've  got to remember that." I said stepping into my short dress making sure to move slowly and seductively to cover my naked body.

"Can't you let me off the hook this time? I promise I'd pay you double next time." I looked at him and held his face in my palms. "You're so cute when you beg! No. You're already stuck on my last visit's payment." I pecked him on the lips as I moved away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest on the bed we'd just fucked on.

"How about I pay you another way." His breath fanned against my neck making me shiver.

"What at all do you have on you that I would want?" He stood up and walked to a drawer and pulled a bag out I opened it to find smaller bags with white powder in them.

"What do you say?"

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"Honey, I'm home!" I groaned when I heard his voice. I tried to stay silent for him to think I was out. Not a moment later, my door opened and I cursed in my head. I turned to him with a smile on my face.

Brandon Moore. My fairly delusional, drug-addicted, drunk boyfriend. To be honest I don't know why I'm still with him. Oh right, my idiot of a brother can only get his daily pot from him. Brandon walked towards me, looked like he couldn't even walk in a straight line as he sat next to me in my bed and began to shower me with sloppy drunk kisses. I tried to stop him. But he was too strong. He pushed me to lie flat on the bed and continued to salvage my whole body.

"You need to get high." He spoke. "No, I don't. I'm not really a fan of coke." I countered.

"You need to get high." He growled making his soft bites on my neck more painful. "Fine!" I yelled and grabbed the Coke my client had given me. Gee, I've already forgotten his name!

"Where did you get that?" Brandon asked. "A client. He paid me off with it. I thought you'd like it than to go drug dealing." I shrugged. Though I didn't like him, it didn't mean I wanted him to die because he was drug dealing...well he'd die anyway if he continued taking in this much often but he chose this not me so I'll allow him. After all, I'm not his mom.

"I like this client of yours. You think you can get more?" He asked lifting his head from the bed. I rolled my eyes. Of course he'd want more he didn't think that I'd needed all the money I could get. Jerk. I threw him a bag and due to his drunkenness, it hit his head and sprayed all over himself and my bed. He groaned, removed his clothes and shaking them on his body. "Knock yourself out and get high." He sighed in content as I sniffed on his stomach and going lower because I know he liked it there. He moaned and ran his hands through my hair to urge me to go on. Men. The only thing on their mind was sex and pleasure. I snarled in disgust at the species but Brandon took it as a different kind and his member rose up like a flag on a post.

That night, I lost myself. And my dignity along with the remaining self-respect.