Don't Beg

Chapter 1: Samuel

I groaned with a lusty growl as I released into the girl. My body pinning her into the the brick wall of the alley as her desperate moans fluttered by my ears. Her long claw like nails were digging into my back as she moaned in submissive ecstasy. Our stifled fucking echoed quietly throughout the alleyway.

After a moment of content I pulled out of her. Then I slid off the condom, tossing it somewhere in the area hearing a small splash in the distance. The girl watched me while biting her bottom lip in a failing attempt to look seducing. My nostril twitched as I looked her up and down while I was adjusting my leather jacket. She was a mess, her hair was frizzled in all directions her clothes were half on and her make up was smudged. Hickeys and my bites were red and darkening around her neck and exposed chest. I smiled at my artwork.

"Thanks." I said, and turned and walked out the alleyway.

"Wait!" She called after me while trying to fix herself up. "When can I see you again?"

"When hell freezes over." I muttered.

"When's that?" She called, rushing to pursue me.

I walked away ignoring her calls after me. When I heard her heels clicking after me I walked faster, rounding a few corners until I knew I lost her.

I sighed and leaned up against a concrete wall. Pulling out my Newport box and plucking a single cigarette from the bunch. I put it in my mouth and took out my lighter, using my hand to stop the wind from blowing out the already flickering flame. I took my silver necklace out of my pocket. It was just a chain with a single initial on it, a 'C'. I put it on.

Why do they do that? They make themselves seem so desperate. Chasing after me, desperate for something they want to feel. To have...

I felt a wet drop on my forehead. Then another, followed by more. I looked up in question only to realize the sky was a darkened gray and it was raining.

Fuck.

I dropped the cigarette and squished it under my foot. I looked more at my surroundings for shelter as the rain rate was increasing rapidly. There was a neon sign up ahead on the next blocks corner. I had to squint through the rain and I still couldn't make it out so I walked towards it, deciding I would only get more wet if I stayed a one particular spot. I crossed the street with my hands in my pockets still looking at the sign. When I got closer I could make out the name. The name was Habbiez and it looked like a small coffee shop. I walked through the glass door and the bell rang behind me.

Immediately when I walked in the smell of coffee and sweets hit me. I looked around and felt the place had a rugged rustic type of vibe. The floors were ceramic tile with a gray like coloring and the walls were made of brick. A large black chalkboard menu hung on the north wall and below that was the counter that was lined with all sorts of treats with their prices labeled in neon tags.

I shook my wet hair as I approached the front and skimmed through my options. Not really looking for something in particular.

"Hello. Welcome to Habbiez where the prices aren't shabby. What can I get for you today?" I looked at the barista. He was wearing an orange button up and a brown apron that read 'Habbiez' in large white cursive letters. He also had a black cap spun backwards. His name tag told me his name was Justin.

"Can you tell me about the specials?" I asked.

"Of course," he turned to the black board and I noticed he was the only barista there. "Today we have a two for one coffee deal when you purchase a"──This was when I stopped listening as he pointed to various things on the menu because I suddenly became transfixed on how damn hot he was.