Hide My Love

Long Nights

    "Damn baby girl," he moaned as I continued to take his shaft in my mouth. He throws his bead back, giving me indication that I'm doing my job well.
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"You never cease to amaze me, darling," Alex states as he takes a piece of dangling hair and puts it behind my ear, grinning devilishly.

     "I'll take that as a compliment," I wink.

I grab my phone off the nightstand and glance at the time. Shit. I suddenly grasp my bra off the floor and clasp it on in a swift motion.

    "Hey, hey, what's the rush?" He questions, sitting up nervously, looking at his own phone.

I continue to rush around, gathering my clothes and slipping them on. I run to the other side of the bed and give him a quick kiss before heading out.

    "Wait..don't leave yet..please.." he mutters as he holds me close, playing with my hair with one hand and the other making circles on my upper-back. He starts to move the hair to my right shoulder as he begins kissing my neck.

    "I'm sorry, I wish I could stay but I have another customer waiting." I give him a final peck before heading out into the streets.

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I walk under the railways into the lit roadway. Kicking the same beer bottle for more than 4 blocks is the only entertainment I've had since I left Alex in his perfect little house to deal with his perfect little wife, Bridget.

    "Aye Wooding, I didn't think you would ever show up," Clark teases as he takes a drag of his cigarette, handing it off to me.

    "Okay Stevens, I've had an..interesting..night," I state, taking in the fumes.

    "Did rich boy cry when he orgasmed again? Or did he jizz all over that pretty face of yours?" He mocked, stealing back the cigarette.

    "Fuck off. I feel bad as is, telling him I had another customer," I giggle as I pull on my coat for warmth.

    Clark takes notice and takes me into his embrace, rubbing my back to create some sort of warmth. I wrap my arms around his back, so I don't feel awkward just standing there motionless.

    "I can be your customer if you want.."

"Don't get weak on me Stevens," I push, earning a shocked expression.

    "Well, perfect timing, rich boys here. And, would you look at that, pulling up in his Range Rover?" He declares, rolling his eyes.

    Alex hops out of the car, leaving the drivers door open and rushes over to me. He hands me a thick envelope.

    "What's this?" I question, looking down.

    "The money, for tonight," he glances at me quickly.

Clark signals me from behind him to distract him while he scopes out his car. I maintain small talk while occasionally looking behind, making sure he hasn't stolen the car yet. When he finally comes out, he holds up a pearl necklace and a bag of other treasures.

    "...that's why I only prefer sex with you..." I make out Alex say before I cut him off with a hug while Clark made his way next to us. Alex then takes my face into his enormous hands and plants a kiss upon my lips. Pulling away only seconds later to look at me with his glittering eyes, then jumps into his car and flies off.

    "Ooh, damn. Did that really just happen?" Clark snorts, making our way inside the house, yearning for warmth.

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Mandy then hurries in, handing me a beer whilst giving me a slap on the behind.

    "I thought you might need this. How was work?" She asked as she opened both of our bottles. Then leading me to the couch to sit and vent.

    "I didn't know you called being a whore a job?" Clark snarled, plopping down next to me on the couch.

    "It's the best job out there," I reply sarcastically. "Anyhow, today I had to visit Alex for a talk, which lead to us having sex, but I got a little bonus. Money." I sighed dramatically.

    "Did he cry again, or cum on your hair?" Mandy cackled, as she took my hand into hers.

    "No..maybe that was just a one time thing."

    "If it were me, I would never think about jizzing all over that beautiful face and hair of yours. I would just do it on your tits," Clark laughed, earning a slap on the arm and a push off the couch.

After a couple of hours of pure drinking and blaring music, we finally decide to crash. Nevertheless, Clark and I stay up and talk about our futures, like children.

    "I just want to escape and have a degree. To be able to provide for myself with a job that didn't consist of fucking every woman's husband from the Baptist church down the road." I inquire, trying to keep my heavy eyelids from shutting close. However, I'm out like a light, not even getting to hear Clarks plans.

This was how our lives had been for years, and I'm just trying to escape it.