'I know I can treat you better, than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman'
A girl with demons. A boy with a bad reputation. A boy soon to be corrupted.
Ivy is a girl who finds the devil at every doorstep. Demons surround her but what w...
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"Can you two keep off of each other for just one second, for fuck's sake." John's voice boomed around the room. Startling the two teenagers, Finn and Ivy. He pulled them back into the betting den, only to be met by Arthur. "Ivy, Tommy wants you at the offices. Now." Confusion rang through the girl. 'Why would he want me there?'She followed orders, nonetheless, not wanting a replay of earlier to happen. Luckily, the offices were only a one or two blocks away from the betting shop so Ivy was there in no time.
She walked through the offices. As she was about to walk into Tommy's, a deep voice startled her. "He's not in there." Ivy spun around to be met with the blue of Michael's eyes. "You stayed," The girl whispered under her breath, glad that he had. "But,what do you mean?" She asked, nerves beginning to seep through her. The last time she was alone with Michael, things got... heated. "I called you here," He took a step closer. "I wanted to speak with you. Come into my office." Michael led the girl into his office and closed the door behind her. He gestured for her to sit in one of the seats and she did. "If I've done something wrong, I'm sorry. I-" Her boss chuckled, cutting her off. "No, no. Of course not, princess. I called you here to make a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Michael took a seat behind his desk and lit a cigarette. "Isaiah said that once you start, you can't stop," He deeply chuckled and confusion rang through the girl. "Guess he was right." He took a large drag from the cigarette and exhaled slowly. "Micke-" Ivy tried to speak to ask him what was going on. "That's not my name, princess. You know what to call me. Speak." She took a deep breath but continued with what she was going to ask initially. "Sir, what kind of deal?" She repeated her question again. "I'm sure you remember the last night that we spent together. From the sounds you were making you certainly enjoyed it, maybe even more than me," Ivy nodded. "I wanted you here so I could make a proposition. Every time one of us is... in need of some 'attention', the other shall give them it. Sound good, princess?" Ivy stood up from her chair, unsure of what Michael was trying to get her to do. "Sir, I'm not quite sure I understand." He sighed and took another drag from his cigarette. "Every time one of needs a fuck, the other one will fuck them. Better?" The girl was taken aback from his proposition. It was bizarre, out of the blue and strange. But something inside of her head was begging her to say yes to his offer. It was probably the alcohol but there was something deep inside of the sober part of her as well. "So, do you accept, princess?"
"Y-yes, Sir." Ivy stuttered. She really had no idea what she was getting herself into. Michael chuckled again. "Don't be nervous, princess. You know what's about to happen now." Michael stood up from his chair and walked over to Ivy. He lifted his hand up to her cheek and pulled their faces closer together. He kissed her, slowly at first but then it got more passionate. More violent. One of his hands rested on Ivy's face and the other one on her waist. She lifted her own hands up, pushing both of them against his shoulders. Michael's hand went rogue as it traveled down her waist, past her hips and to her ass. He squeezed it then gave it a light slap. Ivy squealed into the kiss. Their tongues danced together, Mickey's clearly dominating Ivy's. He hit her again, harder this time. A moan fell from Ivy's lips.
