A little bit skanky (Kaylor fanfic)

Chapter 4 Loving Someone- THE 1975

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Taylor's POV:

Karlie left as usual, but whatever, I had clients to tend to.

"Hey angel, damn you look hot!" Ugh, well here he was, yet AGAIN, he's always here and he always tries to get my mask off and ask me on dates, saying I should settle down sometime. I would settle down but not with him.

I escorted him to the room and sat him down on the black leather couch, showing off our whips and ball gags, he chose one of each and I stripped him of his clothes except his underwear.

As I strapped him to the club's bed, he muffled something through the ball gag but I didn't bother to listen, I just asked him if he remembered the safe word and he nodded and then the fun started.

I like the authority I had, that's about all I liked about my job, I didn't have the brains to become a corporate owner but I guess a dominatrix was good enough.

Some times a woman would come in and want a bit of fun and usually that is the highlight of my day, I'm not fond of men but since this is my job, I have to do it.

After about an hour of role playing as baby and mommy spanking the baby, I untied him and redressed him.

"Please mommy, make baby happy, I wouldn't be so naughty if mommy loved me"

Knowing exactly what he meant, I grabbed him by the balls and whispered close to his ear "Mommy will think about it but baby needs to leave now, I have other babies to take care of too"

He wasn't happy with the answer I gave but if he ever decided to do something to me, he would never get the chance to see me again.

I had about 3 more customers, all male and at the end I left,grabbing my duffle bag.

As I climbed into my car, the rain began to pour down around me, making me feel lonelier than ever.

When I got home to my apartment,I opened the door to coldness, nothing to greet me or welcome me home.

I called Steffy and got her voicemail. I got to a point where I went on a stupid sobbing rant about how sorry I was and that I fucked up really bad. She already knew I fucked up pretty bad, hence she left me because I got drunk and cheated on her, it was the worst decision I could've ever made.

I got myself a glass and as I poured a little bit of whiskey into it, I decided to rather take the bottle instead.

I was in a drunken stupor and I knew then that I was pathetic, my life was a mess and I didn't want to do anything about it. It was perfectly imperfect.

It was then that I understood that I've always mistaken lust for love and that I never knew what love meant.