Impressing the Clients

70

It's been three fucking days.

Three days caged in this luxurious prison. Not even a word from the twins or from Mark. I even called Oliver but his number cannot be reached anymore. I felt bad for him, it's my fault he got fired. I also tried calling Jackie and Kyle as well but no one answered. I paced impatiently across the fucking room.

On top of all that, I missed too many unaccounted working days! I was absolutely sure that I was fired already at work. Mr. Ty wasn't even answering my calls.

Great! No friends, no work! Nothing!

The only fucking thing that's keeping me sane was the prescription Dr. Boone gave me. But that can't hold me for long. I needed a fucking human contact! And I need to do something!

That moment I thought I'd rather been kidnapped with my friends than kept here in this fucking house. Alone, a more torturous way in my opinion. The only contact I get to have was when I tried to slip through the guards by the front and back door. But even when I was thrashing and screaming, they were still quiet, completely apathetic as they put me back into the house. They were clearly not allowed to talk or even look at me in the fucking eyes.

I needed to get out of this house!

Every fucking minute inside this decorated prison was making me insane. My thoughts flooded and my anxiety heightened as I paced around the fucking bedroom.

I then laid in bed, thinking of a way to get myself out of here before my meds run out and soon enough, panic attacks will come hunting me. I cannot let that happen.

'C'mon, Paula, think.'

And even before my mind can think of a way to get myself out of here, my eyes grew heavy. The double dosage of my prescription I took a few minutes ago was now taking its effect.

My eyes fluttered a few more times as I fought the effect. But to no avail, I drifted off to a dreamless sleep once again.

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"Love, cum." A voice whispered. Marco's voice.

I woke up, all hot and bothered. I sat up, scanned the whole place and saw that I was still alone. The voice in my dream was definitely a manifest of my undeniable desire, a feeling of certain need. A need for a touch. Need for a kiss. A fuck. I was wet down there.

It's been days since I last felt this. Aroused. Wanting. Needing.

I laid in the middle of the bed, reached for the zipper of my denim shorts and undid it in no time. I slipped out of it with the underwear I was wearing. My naked pussy felt the cold air and my teeth instinctively bit my bottom lip at the coldness.

I started circling my fingers against my clit.

Oh, god. How I missed that.

My mind automatically drifted to the twins. As much as I hated them for leaving me alone for days, they're the only ones I dream about. No other man crossed my perverted mind. It's undeniable, they fucking ruined me for any other men.

I close my eyes and two perfectly carved gods from every girl's wet dream came close to me.

Two identical, arrogant, rough and dominant men circling me like their prey. My fingers rubbed my clit, my other hand kneaded my breasts under my shirt.

"You missed us?" Marco asked against my ears. I only nodded, intentionally not using my words.

"I think you're enjoying our punishment more than it should teach you," Mason came to my other side and grabbed my breast roughly. I chose not to answer again, instead I moaned and gave them my 'fuck me daddies' eyes.