So, this is my new story! I hope you enjoy and don't forget to R&R and F&F.
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Prologue
5 years ago, all Spencer Hastings was worried about was school work and getting into a good college. She had never in a million years imagine she would be working at a strip club, and screwing 3 different guys, all in the same week. Or, in her instance, multiple times in the same week. Niether guy knew about the others, and she was planning on keeping it that way. Until, she couldn't.
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Im a wanderess, I'm a one night stand,
don't belong to no city,
don't belong to no man.
I'm the violence in the pouring rain,
I'm a hurricane.
-Halsey, Hurricane
Chapter 1
She woke up to the quiet buzzing of her vibrating phone, blinking multiple times to adjust her eyes to the darkness of her bedroom. Not hers, but an extremely familiar one. She was in his arms, one of the few places she felt safe. Where she was safe. She looked at his bedside table clock. 10:38 p.m. it read. She lifted her phone from the table beside her, it still buzzing in her hand. She saw that familiar name with the familiar face above it.
"Hmm?" The man beside her mumbled, sleep in his voice.
"It's okay, just go back to sleep. I need to take this call, then I'll be back" she said in a quiet voice.
She was still naked from the waist down, but she has put his shirt on after they were finished. She walked into the bathroom down the hall, and turned on the water so he wouldn't hear her.
By the time she had gotten there, the call had showed up as missed, so she called him back. He answered on the second ring.
"Hello?" She said traces of sleepiness still in her voice.
"Hi," he answered, "look, I'm sorry if I woke you up, but I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over and, you know, hang out."
She knew what the meaning of his words meant, he was booty calling her at ten thirty at night. It wasn't anything she wasn't used to, it happened a lot. But usually, they didn't really take her needs, example, her need to sleep, into mind. She was an easy call when they were horny, or just bored, whether it was for some quick phone sex or they wanted her to come over, or to go over to her house.
"Um, y-yeah, yeah definitely, I'll be there in ten. Do you want me to bring anything?" She always asked that because there had been quite a few occasions where they wanted her to bring anything from a sex toy of some sort to a random item they wanted to have her act out a fantasy.
"Just your sexiness."
She walked back to the bedroom where she first was, waking the sleeping figure up.
"I have to go," she said in a quiet voice.
"Why do you always leave me?" he faked a pout.
"You know I love spending time with you" she said, kissing his pout away.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, mocking annoyance,"I'll see you, and I'm calling you if you don't call me tomorrow."
She just smiled grabbing her jeans from off the floor and putting them on, not bothering to grab her bra or panties, knowing she wouldn't need them once she got to her next destination. She slipped her phone into her back pocket, quickly changing her shirt, almost forgetting. She wouldn't want Toby finding about Caleb, or any other guy she was sleeping with, vice versa.
She walked out the door to his apartment, running down the stairs to the first floor of his apartment building. Once she got to the exit, she texted Toby that she was on her way, and got into her car. Luckily, when her parents kicked her out, they had already paid off her car, so they let her keep it.
She started it up, turned on her headlights, and drove away. It didn't take long to get anywhere in Rosewood, with it being such a small town, so it would be a quick 5 minute drive to Toby's house.
When she arrived there, she knocked on the door, but he answered very quickly. When he opened the door, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in for a very long kiss.
"Hi," she breathed when they broke apart,"what was that for? Not that I didn't enjoy it, but..."
"I just really missed you." He said in a playful voice.
"You saw me yesterday," she laughed,"and the day before that."
"Well anyways, what do you wanna do?" She asked, but already knowing.
"Oh, I think you know." He smirked.
He picked her up, throwing her against the wall, banging her head kind of hard, but she was used to it. She was basically used as a non-stop human sex doll. He started kissing down her neck sucking at every spot, leaving hickies on her skin.
'Like a dog peeing On a tree,' she thought to herself, 'marking its territory, keeping it from all the others. But he doesn't know about the others.'
She found comfort in men's arms, these men's arms. When one of them called her, they needed her. She knew they needed her. And after all she's been through, it felt good to have someone need her. She had always been the one asking for help, but now she was the one helping.
She was soon brought back to reality, away from her thoughts, when he started moving her from the entry way to the couch.
"Bedroom is too far of a walk, I need you now." He growled.
She nodded in submission to him. When she was younger, she was always the one in charge, in control. Until she started doing this. She learned submission, it was about what they wanted, not what she wanted. And she was okay with that.
He pushed her down on the couch, climbing on top of her and sucking on the opposite side of her neck, creating more hickies. He was lifting her shirt off of hers , tickling her sides as he did so. When he realized that she had no bra on, he smiled at her.
"For me?" He said, motioning to her bare breasts.
"Just for you." She said seductively, even though it was only half true.
He moved his lips to her erect nipple licking it and sucking on it. She was moaning like crazy, until he stopped.
"W-Why'd you stop?" She whimpered, her only source of pleasure being cut off.
"This isn't for you pleasure, it's for mine." He snarled, completely catching her off gaurd.
She just nodded in submission again, knowing just what to do. She stood up, grabbing his hands and pulling him up with her. She walked into his bedroom, already knowing his apartment like the back of her hand.
Once in his bedroom, she stopped him, slowly removing her jeans. Since she didn't have and panties on, once she was fully naked, she just lay on the bed, doing nothing.
"Do your worst." She smirked.
He just smiled back at her, climbing on top of her. He grabbed a condom from his bedside table and held it up.
"Do I need this?"
"No, no, I'm yours." She said.
Truth was, she has been on birth control since before she started fucking him.
He nodded at her, putting the condom back on the table, and readied himself to enter her and before she was even ready, he shoved his whole dick into her, groaning at the feel of her. She gasped, not expecting him to be so hard. Not that she wasn't used to it, she had taken a pounding and been sore for days too many times to count.
He thrust into her over and over, her sucking on his shoulder for and added spark.
"Ahh, fuck Spencer!" He yelled as she circled her hips while grinding there pelvises together.
The two hot, sweaty bodies moved, Toby thrusting onto her at a punishing pace until she could tell he was close.
His climax was quick but powerful, his semen filling her. He stopped thrusting, not lettin her get an orgasm. Once again, she was used to it. Almost always, it was about there pleasure. She would still get orgasms on a normal basis, and to be fair, she got one when she was with at the last place. Every once in a while, one of them would eat her out, but they still claimed that it was for them, not her.
She didn't mind. It's not that they were bad to her, they would cook her dinner, or do some romantic gesture. Although usually, they got a reward, like they would order her to suck them off, or something like that.
"You can go now" he said turning onto his side and shutting the lamp off.
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Flashback
2 years ago
20 year old Spencer Hastings walked in to her house, her parents house.
"Spencer, where have you been?" Her father asked, looking up from his newspaper.
"Well, I went to school." She tried to play it off, not wanting her father to know what she was really doing.
"Spencer, it's 3:30 am on a Saturday morning, you weren't at school all night. You were with that Cavanaugh boy again weren't you? You slept at his house!" He accused, though he wasn't half wrong.
'Like either of us got any sleep' she thought.
"You go over to his place again, and we're going to stop paying for you college, you're car, and your apartment that you don't even use!"
"You can't do that!" She yelled at her father, although she knew they could.
"Oh we can and we will if you don't obey us." He said in a stern tone.
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Her and Toby had been sleeping together for years, and she had never been able to talk to him, he always asked her to leave right after they were done.
She was on her way back to her apartment that she shared with her only friend left in Rosewood.
When she got there, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door.
And there Hanna was.
"Shit, Hanna, you scared the living daylight out of me," she breathed, holding her chest.
She was holding a cigarette, blowing smoke out her mouth. Spencer snatched it from her and taking a hit off of it.
"So who was it this time?" Hanna asked, grabbing the cigarette back from her.
"Toby." Spencer stated. Hanna never judged her for her lifestyle, or what she did in her free time. She had a good paying job, so it didn't matter to Hanna.
"Well I have to head to work, so I'll see you later." Hannah said, grabbing her coat and her bag.
"Mkay, well I'll see you in the morning."
Hanna nodded, walking out the door and locking it behind her.
Spencer walked into her room, putting on panties, swapping out her jeans for sleeping shorts, and put on a new shirt, then shut her eyes, not wanting to work tomorrow.
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Okay, so that's the first chapter of my new story, I hope you guys liked it! Don't forget to review!