I stood there stunned for a moment. I just realized that I didn't know anything about my profession. This couldn't be good. I don't know what sex is, I've never had it before. My naivete was causing major problems. How in the world can I survive this world if I don't know anything? Before Reno notices my less than dim reaction I say, "Can you give me a refresher?" And I try to sound funny. Maybe he'd be nice about it. All the while, I have this overwhelming feeling that this is going to end very badly.
Reno laughs, "That's what I like about you Ivy, you slay me." He comes towards me, putting his hands on my waist and licking my lip. It feels so weird. My skin felt alive and tingling wherever he touched me. He wasn't being gentle either. It all felt so wrong somehow. He tasted terrible, like cigarettes and alcohol. He was biting my lips and skin, taking off my clothing with each sweep of his hands. And I couldn't resist.
Was this what Ivy went through? I couldn't help but wonder as he got on top of me, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his penis.
I was on my back, legs splayed to him, exposing everything I had always kept hidden. Though at this moment, I was in a body that was familiar to him. He had probably seen Ivy like this a million times, maybe more. I felt him enter me with eagerness, I felt him fill me with himself. His hotness seared through me and I felt all my senses on edge. What were these sensations I was feeling? Why was my heart racing? Why did I feel so much pleasure when I knew that what was happening to me was wrong and disgusting? Were all men like this? Breathing hard down her neck, licking her skin, drawing a bit of blood every now and then? For some reason she had a feeling that if she wasn't in this body, she'd be hurting a lotmore than she was now.
He had his hands on her hips, he was crashing into her roughly and without regard. He flipped her over on top of him and made her ride him hard. Xion/Ivy was panting in pleasure. He breasts were bouncing in rhythm to her body. He watched as she climaxed several times, which was unusual for her. It was like it was her first time having sex. He smiled in amusement. He knew some people who would gladly take on a girl like this and pay handsomely for it.
After the fourth or fifth wave I felt myself slowing down in fatigue. I tiredly fell on Reno's chest and nearly passed out.
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SHe woke up with Reno on top of me. She almost didn't know where she was. She was sweaty. She was hot. She felt somewhat sick. This was what Ivy went through, and she had no way out of it. Xion thought and thought things through. Absentmindedly she felt herself stroking Reno's red hair, he reminded her so much of Axel. She thought about how she had felt about an hour earlier…was this something she had wanted to do with him? If he and her were together, would they have done this?
Reno stirred and lifted himself off of her, looking her straight in the eye. She froze, her hand midstroke in his hair. He didn't do anything, didn't say anything. He gently pulled her hand away from his hair and kissed it gently.
"You know we can't be like this Ivy. We've talked about this before." Reno explained with the saddest expression in his eyes.
"I know," Xion replied softly, "I know." She watched as Reno got dressed and was about to leave when he turned to her.
"Your shift starts at 8 tonight. Be ready by then." He stated and walked out the door. Xion closed her eyes and found Ivy in her mind.
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"You love him, don't you?" I asked her. Ivy nodded with tears in her eyes.
"I love him so much! More than anything!" Ivy cried in pain and sorrow far greater than anything I had ever seen before. I went to her and hugged her to myself, but knew that things wouldn't be that simple. The black and white in which I had seen the world was turning more and more grey the longer I stayed her; and I was becoming more and more torn between the body I possessed and the soul that inhabited it.
Did my agenda matter anymore? Axel and Roxas? Could I see them again or did this even matter? Where did I fit in all this? What had I done? I thought more about this as I cleaned up the apartment and myself. I didn't want to do this job, but I needed the money. I went and showered and looked for something to wear. Each moment made me feel more and more sick as I realized who I now was and what I was doing. I pulled up this bright yellow thong and a miniskirt over it, now wasn't the time to be modest, I couldn't afford to have any inhibitions.
I put on my bra that snapped in the front and put on this sorry excuse for a shirt and tied it in the front. My cleavage was highly visible. My skin was exposed and I was all too vulnerable. My heart was racing as I put on makeup and perfume. My mind and heart were hurting as the conflicting emotions inside me collided. I fought for composure as I heard the doorbell ring. I fought for silence as I opened the door…
