I woke up in a strangers bed again today. I have the slightest clue on where I was or WHO this man lying next me is. I shut my eyes really tight hoping my thoughts would somehow recreate how I ended up here but it revealed NOTHING. The man had his back against mine. I didn't want to wake him , I wanted to get out of this house as soon as I could. I lifted the covers from my body and realized I was stuck. I couldn't move. My feet were bonded at the foot rail of the bed. My heart began to beat fast. I been in this game since I was 16 so I have pretty much tried & experimented with a lot of things...but why am I still bonded? I sat up & desperately tried to remove the rope that were tied tight around my ankles. I must have woken the man next to me because all of a sudden I felt a hand strike me in my face that flew my head back against the headboard.
"You get up when I say you can get up. Whores like you need to be train"
My face stung on my left side so I looked up at the man who now was on top of me. I was sick to my stomach as I realized who it was. He was one of my regular Johns. I guess when he noticed I knew who he was now an a evil smirk appeared across his face. I squirm trying to get him off me he laughed & this time grabbed me by the throat.
"Listen Yadi I know this is a bit surprising seeing me but you have to-"
I watch his facial expression change to Mr. Evil to the coward he was ... Now I had the evil smirked on my face. I told you I been in this game for a long time. My madam always taught us to prepare ourselves in any situation and I'm glad she gave us that advice because I would have been a dead hoe a long time ago. I watch as he slowly rolled off on me and lied on his back. I always kept a razor or blade in my hair at all times .... This motherfucker had the right one. He held on to his penis - well what was left of it crying like a little bitch. I used my blade to cut the ropes from around my ankles. When I was free I walked over to the side of the bed by this time he has his cell phone in his hand attempting to call 911... I threw it against the wall. I held the blade up against his throat.
"Where the fuck it my 9"?
"Yadi please don't-"
"Motherfucker don't you DON'T me, the fuck you thought this was? You obviously don't know me like you think you do or you wouldn't have tried me like this now imma ask you one more time...where the fuck is my 9 or I'm slicing ya throat"
He pointed to the top dresser. I rushed over and grabbed it ... My things were tossed everywhere .... I knew I had to be slump DRUNK last night because usually my stuff is neatly folded and placed by me so I could lay down get up & go. I began to gather my things and placing my clothes on.
"Yadi please... I'm going to bleed to death , please call 911 I swear to you I won't say anything to them about you slicing my -"
Bang.
I shot that motherfucker right in the center of his forehead. I didn't plan on killing him but he talked to much. I had to wipe the place down. I didn't know where I may have been prior to the bedroom. It had to take me an hour tops. I went back in the room and saw he was definitely DEAD. I then walked out the front door , lit me a cigarette and began walking. Again I was unfamiliar with where I was but I continue to walk until I reached Candy Lane...I saw a few heads out but soon as I reached my corner a black car pulled up next to me.... The window rolled down just enough so they could hear me talk.
"Hi I'm Yadi you wanna party daddy"?
I heard the door unlock ... That was my cue. Another night with a strange man... The rush of it made my pussy soak. I got off on shit like this.....
"7" a lil preview... 👀 oh its in the works
