One Shots

My Unusual Soulmate

   "You must be the one they're talking about that's good to play with. Don't make me wait for too long or I will do this," A harsh kick hits my covered stomach, his length shoved into my mouth as I gasp in shock at the light pain. Once my mouth is free I nod in silence, pushing back the thoughts screaming at me to end this misery once and for all. Watching his body hit the expensive bed, I strip off my clothes, letting my hands linger until I go and straddle him. The audible gulp makes me smirk a bit as I remove his pants, revealing his boner as I throw them into the pile of clothes nearby. His chest is toned and chisled, but as I touch him, he shudders, nervous.

   "You will be fun to play with hun. I can't wait to hear you scream my name." The blue eyes darken in lust as I sit down slowly on him, the length long and rock hard. It's going to be another long night I muse, my eyes turn dull as I go on autopilot with the world around me in shades of monochrome. An hour later I am left alone in the special room, glaring at several of the light grey stains tainting the walls and floors. I grimace as I clean up the best I can, barely acknowledging my father and mother as they give a smile at my success and cash from the past day and a half in a two brief cases. My job wasn't fun, it was torture, but if I disobeyed I would personally be tortured by my parents. It's much worse when they do it, but all sense of pain left me when I was younger and forced to do this to continue to live. If I ever meet my soulmate, I am getting out of this hellhole.

   "You will be going to college so don't disappoint us." They leave with victorious smirks as I follow, taking a left as I enter my room with a sigh, locking the door for safety measures. The bare walls and simple yet formal clothes with comfortable ones in the dresser and closet makes me sigh. It was predictable what happens every night as a male or female gets what they want and leaves in the next hour. The business ends as soon as college starts, meaning no more for me as they get a few girls from clubs to do it for money. The emotions I feel are dull as I change into loose, grey comfy sweatpants and black fitting t-shirt, a beanie on my head as I let my dark curls hang two inches under my shoulders. Soft plush socks cover my feet as I put on the black wrap around my hands and arms, fingers left untouched and exposed as the wrap goes up to my elbows, snug and comfy.

   Grabbing my laptop I snuggle into the nest of pillows and blankets on my bed, logging in and smiling as I receive a message from a friend in New York. The comfort of being in my own bed and talking to my long distance friends brings a solemn peace inside of me. It's not until one in the morning I get everything ready for the day, satisfied as I give a confirmed response to the email for the job and college list. A small smile adorns my face as I go to bed, the next three weeks will be torture echoing in my thoughts.

   "You have two clients to deal with Serah and you'll have a break to get ready for the next one. He has unusual taste, so we bought what you needed to impress him." I just nod and sigh as my mother allows the two clients to enter, locking the door behind her. A blonde with silver eyes and black haired male with blue eyes watch me hungrily as I step forward in a low cut, revealing black dress that hugs my figure. Nearly leaving nothing to the imagination as it ends barely below my thighs. I gesture for them to come closer as each one takes behind and in front of me, feeling me up. Without another word I urge them on, trapped between the two as long as they desired.

   "Finally. Who the hell fancies someone dressed in...this?" Struggling to find words at the rather revealing outfit, I head out in the slutty maid uniform with cat ears and a tail. A stifled gasp is heard from myself as I see the cat toys and adult toys lying around. I will need to bleach my eyes after this. Several times. Grumbling, I get in position and wait for the last client of the day. The door opens as they appear, freezing me as the client appears with more people trailing behind. Cameras point in my direction as the male client looks at me with a smirk, color flooding my vision as I meet his eyes. Tears prickle in the corner of my eyes as the smirk leaves in a flash, I give a bitter laugh.