Sex dealer

fourteen

I want to fucking leave.

I wish I didn't have to stay here a second longer.

I walk to the window, ripping the curtains aside and staring down.

Guards.

Everywhere.

Just like at the stupid warehouse.

How has someone not found either of these places?

Probably because they're both so isolated.

I sigh and lean my head against the window, pulling back immediately as the coldness of it touches my skin.

For a few minutes, I just stare out of the window before I'm interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in." I quietly say.

"I learnt how to knock." Blake's voice chuckles from right behind me.

I ignore him and continue staring out of the window.

"I don't usually say this, but I'm sorry." He says so quietly, I can barely hear it.

"And I came to get you," He continues. "To go shopping."

I turn around quickly, letting my hair whip his face.

"You're an idiot if you think I'm gonna go with you." I roll my eyes.

He rubs his eyes, groaning.

"Your hair got me in the eyes." He complains.

"Good!" I smile.

"Stop being stubborn, come with me."

"No."

"I'll buy you make up." He bribes.

I blink, considering this.

"As much as I want?" I ask.

"Yes." He sighs.

"And chocolate too?" I ask.

"Whatever." He gives in.

"Okay get out for like 5 seconds." I demands.

"Why?" He asks.

"So I can change." I reply.

"But this is fine." He whines, trying to slyly eye my boobs.

"Yeah, of course it is,"

"Go, before I push you out."

"Fine."

He looks at me and winks, smirking.

I frown at him in confusion.

Something's fishy.

I shrug and pull off my gown, picking up a hoodie to put it on.

The door swings open and Blake walks in, the clicking sound of his crutch getting on my last nerves.

I scream and try to cover myself as much as I can with the hoodie.

"I told you to wait!" I exclaim.

"For 5 seconds." Blake states matter-of-factly.

"And it's actually been 12,13,14-"

"Shut up and leave." I cut him off.

"Nope." He replies, popping the p.

"I'm gonna see all this when I fuck you anyway." He smiles, looking me up and down.

"And... other things." He licks his lips and looks at me, waiting for a reaction.

"Get out Blake." I roll my eyes.

"I already said no." He crosses his arms.

"And so did I, for you to stay in."

"Just change, I'll cover my eyes." He orders.

I narrow my eyes at him, waiting for him to cover his eyes.

"Okay, okay." He gives in and covers them.

I pull the hoodie over my head and once my head is out, see Blake quickly cover his eyes again.

Men.

I pull my sweatpants on and he removes his hands from his eyes.

"I take back what I said about your saggy tits." He says.

I stare at him, waiting for more.

"And about calling you ugly- it was a joke."

"So like- I'm kinda sorry?"

Deciding that this is probably the most he's apologized in his life, I forgive him.

"It's fine, lets go. I have make up to buy."

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