Candy Collins
''What's up C? Not feeling well tonight?'' I heard Felice giggle out with the breath of wisky coming out of her mouth.
''Go home Fells.'' I sigh.
I do have a.. um, what to say?.. a rock in my belly? yeah, a huge freaking rock in my belly that makes my stomach growl and hurt at the same time plus headache, a bad one. did I forget to mention that this life sucks? not New York but this life, my life. it sucks.
''Hellooo? I don't have a home, duuh'' she points a finger at me and rolls her eyes down at my clothes.
Right. She didn't have a home and nor did I or any other person who worked as a escort like us. yeah, I've become an escort. it sucks but I hate being reminded of it. being an escort has helped me getting something to eat daily. it has also helped me getting new friends - escorts ofcourse, but whatever. they seem to be the only ones who care about me. I don't get paid much but it's enough to buy me some sandwiches and to save up. I've been wanting to save up for a apartment but it still isn't enough.
Felice fell on me with all weight she was holding and shortly after fell asleep. great! I heard my phone vibrate in my pocket, giving me a shiver. new text message.
Doug: come over.
And now I have to get my butt over to Doug's to give him what he wants. SEX. I push Fells legs off of me and get up from the couch, straightening my flannel shirt. I start walking out from the freakingly loud party to face a dark world with its cold breeze. is it fear to be 17 and an escort? I didn't want this, trust me. it's just, I don't have a choice in life like most teenagers do. I start putting my headphones in, shutting the world out and listening to skinny love. I let out a heavy gasp and start making my way to Doug's.
Before I knew it, I was walking past his door without even noticing because of the music. Argh. stupid thing! I start walking backwards to face a standing Doug.
''Yup. wrong door C!'' he nodded.
''Well sorry for shutting this shitty world out.'' I rolled my eyes at him.
''You were seriously going to go to my pedofile neighbor, huh?'' He smirks at me with his freakingly hot lips, matching his beautiful eyes.
I walk past him and open his front door to walk inside.
''Clean.'' I let out.
''First time ever, I know. I have finally something to be proud for.''
Trust me, he was being serious. I've never seen his house this clean.
I walk to his kitchen to take out a cold beer from the refrigator and then put it on the counter.
''So what's all of this about doug?'' I try to study him, knowing something's up.
He gives me a stern look but then looks away.
''Nothing. come on, let's go upstairs!'' I saw how he tried to avoid the conversation. great, thanks.
I stare at the beer for 5 good seconds but then leave it hanging there. I follow him upstairs and as soon as we were up, he pushes me down his bed and starts taking off my clothes as I take of his. soon, we both were butt naked and before he put his huge junk in me, he first put on a condom. he was kissing me all over the place, making me shiver. it felt just like the first time we screwed each other. wild. but why? I mean, after he permanently became my sex buddy, we ALWAYS talked during our sex, that was the only way Doug could express his feelings. trust me, we both enjoyed the sex but we liked expressing ourselves during sex. it's weird but I think it's what kept us from not getting feelings for each other. To be honest, he was the only one who was there for me and understood me differently. no strings attached, promise.
After tons of kisses and a wild wet sex, he pulls himself to the right side of the bed and just breaths out as I do the same.
''Candy..'' Doug has a serious face expression.
''Yup?'' I ask, confused.
''This is the last time we're having sex.'' he sighs.
''Wow, was I so freaking bad?'' I say with my sarcasm tone.
''Yeah, you were.'' he sighs once again.
He sounds serious. and I was going to kill him for that.
''Really?!''
''No, are you stupid?''
But then again, you never know with Doug..
He looks so fucking tired though. His eyes are puffy and so are his lips.
''Dude, you're freaking me out. what's up?'' I take his hand in mine.
''I don't want to be this guy anymore.. I'm 24, I should be settling down, finding a partner you know?.. I'm not proud of myself and I don't want to continue living like this anymore C..''
His true colours. this is the Doug I wanted to see, this is the Doug I know.
''Wow. Douglas fucking Murphy is showing his true colours. This was exactly what I wanted to see from you Doug. This is you and I understand completely, that's why you have to start living your life differently.'' I give him a reassuring smile, making his eyes sparkle.
''Trust me C, you're great when it comes to sex. in fact, you're amazing. I just..'' he squeezes my hand softly.
''Trust me, I understand. I wanna stop being an escort too, but I still don't have the money to buy an apartment.'' I state, letting a tear or two slip down but shortly after, they were gone.
''Here, take this extra. it's not much but it's double.'' He smiles at me, handing me cash.
''Thank you Doug. Seriously, I love you.'' I hug him tightly.
''I love you too boo, just please promise me you won't hook up with some 65 years old fucked up dudes, okay?'' he kisses my forehead.
''Promise.'' I say with a huge smile.
''Come on, let's order pizza and watch some crappy movie.'' he says and starts walking downstairs.
The only times I actually slept at a place with a roof on top of my head was Doug's house. He always let me spend the night when I was at his. I usually live on the streets. yup, that's where my home is. that where it has been for the past 2 months that I've lived in New York. The last time I probably changed clothes were since the day I left Washington. Yet today I'm in my uncleaned hoodie and shorts. also underwear. the only time I change to other clothes is when I have sex with someone and get to borrow they're shirt or something and before I know it, they take them back. sometimes I try finding a place that has free water running so I can wash my underwear but I've never washed my clothes cause they would take ages to dry and I can't go around naked even though I'm selling myself for sex. can't buy clothes either cause trust me, the money is more needed for important stuff like a house.. I feel so dirty, but I guess there's not much to do about it, is there? Life's not fair so isn't love. i mean, my life has become a hell, I will never be able to love again because of Charles and I will never be able to buy myself an apartment. not even the cheapest. My life's a mess. I don't have supporting parents cause they're gone, don't have any siblings or real friends but Doug and I probably look like a dead zombie right now. there's only one thing I'm proud of and that's the fact that I haven't cut myself and the reason behind it? - it will leave only scars and I have enough of them.
----------------------------
Omg hey babes! I'm so sorry for the slow update and I'm so sorry if this chapter is kinda boring or something but I felt like I had to update sooner or later and like I haven't had all time in the world to write this chapter so excuse me if it is not so good but I wrote it in a hurry. hope you like it a little bit anyway and add it to your lists, vote and comment. gives me the confidence boost to write even more. :)
(Picture of sexy Douglas will be posted on the side)
Love you, you and all of you. ~ juustlaugh
YOU ARE READING
The Stripper
RomanceHow would you feel if your boyfriend was a psycho maniac who forced you into having sex with him? Or the fact that your parents died in a car crash? What happens when you have to run away from Washington D.C to New York City? Does it have its per...