The Sinner is You

Chapter Fourteen

This chapter is going to be all Chester POV
My day just kept getting worse and worse. I wasn't getting many customers and the customers I did get were very rough. I was afraid if I kept working I'd start bleeding. I decided I couldn't handle anymore tonight and started heading out the door.

"Where are you going?" My boss pushed me away from the door lightly.

"Home. I'm done for the night." I sighed.

"You're not off the clock until 11, kitten."

"I've been working all day!" I yelled. He grabbed my arm and forced me into the break room.

"You didn't have to come in early. It was your choice."

"I'm going home." I said defiantly.

"Leave and you lose your job."

"Fucking unbelievable," I sighed. "You're a bastard."

"On second thought, I'll let you leave early if you do me favor."

"What do you want?"

"Get on your knees." I just looked at him in disbelief. I couldn't do that for him. He's...he's my boss.

"I'd rather work." I said sharply.

"Okay but, I expect you give every costumer full service. Your move." I felt sick.

"Just think of him as a regular client." I thought. I roughly undid his belt and pulled down his pants.

"Not so rough, Kitten. I want to enjoy this."

I started jerking him off then licking up his dick. I cringed as I started taking him in. I went as fast as I could, wanting to get this over with. He eventually grabbed my hair and started taking total control. After what seemed like an eternity he came. I got my things and left feeling disgusted with myself.

"Fucking whore." I muttered to myself.

I fell on my bed and groaned. I wish I had some pot, weed makes everything better. I looked through my hiding spot to find some ecstasy. That would work. I laid back down as the drug took over.

Ecstacy always had the great effect of making me unbelievably horny and ultra sensitive. Unfortunately, Mike didn't feel comfortable staying over while Sam was here. Not that I blame him. Speaking of which, Sam came in to my room moments later.

●time skip●

I woke up confused as hell and I couldn't remember shit. All I know was I was naked under the covers and Sam was also naked hugging my side. I sighed loudly as I realized what most likely happened. Then I realized something that really scared me.

"Fuck!" I yelled and looked around my mattress. "God dammit!"

"What's wrong?" Sam woke up.

"Did we use a condom?" I ran my hand through my hair.

"I don't know, I was plastered." She giggled.

"This isn't a fucking joke!" I yelled again and opened the drawer where I keep my condoms. The package was completely unopened.

"Our baby would be so cute."

"You honestly want a fucking baby! How are we going to afford all of its stuff? How are you going to take care of it if you're drunk all the time and I'm busy working?"

I let out a loud groan as I put on my boxers. Why did bad things always happen to me? What did i do to deserve all of this? I went to the porch to have a cigarette, which turned into five cigarettes. What was I going to do?

"Just calm down. We don't even know if she's actually pregnant." I thought to myself, which help a little.

I wanted to call Mike, but I was afraid he'd be mad. It wasn't technically cheating, right? We were never actually dating. We're just fuck buddies.

"Fuck buddies who have feelings for each other."

Maybe Sam won't keep the kid, if there is one. Who am I kidding, she'll use the kid to get every penny from me she can. I didn't want a kid, at least not know. Maybe one day if I have a good job, a good home and a partner. It was around midnight and I needed to sleep.

●weeks later●

"I'll talk to you soon, I'm just dealing with something at the moment." I said to Mike over the phone. I couldn't face him knowing I might have gotten someone pregnant.

"I miss you though." He said pouting.

"I know, I miss you too. I just really need to deal with this myself."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"God, I wish. I need to go." I hung up as Sam started waking up.

"Do you feel okay?" I asked panicked.

"Jesus, I just woke up." She groaned.

"I need to know if you're pregnant or not."

"I took a test yesterday, dumbass."

"You didn't tell me!"

"Quit yelling I just woke up. The test should be on the bathroom counter."

I rushed into the bathroom. I was tempted to not look, pack up everything and leave. If I had a kid I needed to be there, though. I needed this to be negative.

"Please be negative." I said quietly.

Positive

I know I'm evil but you masochists enjoy the angst. Don't lie.