Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
This isn’t just an alley, it’s the club bin store, and it’s a stinking shithole.
User 2906 has already prepped for our session, that much is clear. He slams me into the wall between two big dumpsters and switches the chokehold for a forearm against the back of my neck. My face is flat against the damp brickwork, and the gravel texture could easily graze my cheek, but that’s the least of my worries right now.
“Stay fucking quiet, understand?”
I try to nod, but he’s got me pinned too tight. “Yes.”
He eases up the pressure a touch and I gulp in some breaths.
I stick to my usual script.
“I’ve got some cash, if you want it… not much, but you can take it.”
He laughs, his voice throaty.
“I don’t want your cash, you dumb bitch. I want the body you’ve been slutting around on the dancefloor.”
“I was just dancing.”
His scoff gives me a pulse between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs shut. I hope this guy is into degradation to the max, because that’s what Creamgirl needs right now. The whore side of me needs to come to the fore and block out everything but the dirty games ahead.
I don’t want men in posh suits, or Santa smiles to send me loopy. I want to be used like a cheap slut and earn my money.
“Just dancing? Yeah, right,” User 2906 says. “You were begging for cock from the second you arrived in that place. Your cunt nearly sucked that guy’s whole fist in, you were gagging for it so fucking bad. Dirty bitch.”
I love it when my character feels the burn of embarrassment. I could have been an actress in a previous life, since I sink so deep into my roles.
“It was his fault. He made me horny.”
“He had fuck all to do with it. You were being a slag, like a piece of beef at an auction house. All it took was one fucking prosecco. You may as well have bought him one, since you were the one desperate for dick.”
This client is definitely new to me. His voice has a twang of cockney. I wonder what he looks like, but his arm is pressed too tight to my neck to turn and see.
I say nothing, just breathe. The club is thumping to the side of us, and I can barely hear any traffic on the road. It would be pointless to fight him from back here, even if this wasn’t a proposal.
“You still desperate for cock?” he asks.
“No, I swear! Just let me go, please.” I hitch a sob. “I’m sorry I was a slut. I didn’t think anyone was watching.”
“You’re talking shit. You can’t flaunt it like you do, tits spilling out as you twerk your fat arse, and not know that everyone with a cock is watching you.”
“I like attention sometimes, that’s all.”
His laugh is vile, his weight still hard on my neck.
“Yeah? This attention enough for you?” His free hand goes for my dress, tugging at the split with so much force I’m sure he’ll rip it. He finds my thighs closed, and I squeeze tighter. There is no way he’s working his hand between them. My thighs are like tree trunks.
His fingers dig, trying to get to my pussy, but he gets nowhere.
“Open your fucking legs, bitch and stop pretending you don’t want it.”
“No!” I try my best to squirm away but he’s way too strong.
“Give it up now, slut. Don’t waste my fucking time.”
I’m not prepared when he pulls away to set me free, only to slam me back again. My clutch goes tumbling to the floor, and I try to push back with my hands, but he’s a big guy. I can’t move him.
“You’re nothing but a dirty slut who needs cock.” He pins me so hard this time that my tits are mashed flat against the wall. “I said, open your fucking legs.”
“And I said no!”
I try to fight, but it’s pointless. My arms flail, but reach nothing, and the asshole uses the opportunity to lock me in an arm bar. He cricks my arm back so bad I cry out, then I curse, because I know I’m not cut out to fight him. He could break my arm if I dared.
“Fiery bitch, aren’t you?”
I both love and hate his snarky laugh at the same time.
My inner fiery bitch battles with my inner slut, both out for the win. I always love this part of the game, where my quest for war has to succumb to my need for dirty, raw sex, but fiery bitch has a sword tonight. Outrage flames up like fucking heartburn and I grit my teeth. I’d punch this guy if I could. I’d fight him, and wrestle him, and claw at his face, goading him through every second he was trying to claim me.