Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.
A/N-We are back to Jasper-see what our favorite Escortsper has been up in Edward's absence!
As of right now, all Jpov chapters will be written by me, and Epov will be expertly handled by Dannie (Domward's Mistress). All chapters will be posted on both of our profiles.
Our beta is overworked, underpaid and not available, so this chapter is unbeta'd, all mistakes, grammatical and otherwise are Touchstone67's.
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Jpov~
He answered the door in nothing more than an unbuttoned white dress shirt.
No pants.
No boxers.
His thick cock was already hard as he ushered me inside their foyer. He was young, with an athletic build, and he obviously took care of himself. A few inches shorter than me, he had short, dark brown hair. Glancing down, I noticed he was clean shaven.
My cock twitched.
Without a word, not even a fucking introduction, he turned and led me up a spiral staircase to our left. Watching his ass as he walked up the stairs before me, I smiled. It was tight, full and looked very fuckable.
Every since I had fucked Edward, I had realized how much I missed having Riley to service my topping needs. The power, control and pure satisfaction that went along with putting my cock in someone else's ass was immeasurable.
Something I had definitely missed.
I had wanted to find Riley earlier that day, and was about to walk out my door, hoping to find him in the alley he frequented when Tanya had text me, informing me of a last minute client with a strange request. Although she hadn't specified what the request was.
I was just happy to not be dressed in a toga.
I began to loosen my tie as we neared the top of the long staircase and he turned down one of many halls.
He stopped at a set of double doors and opened them, stepping to the side to allow me to enter before him. I may have let the back of my hand brush along his cock as I walked past and entered the room. It was huge, and dark, the flicker from various candles scattered throughout providing the only light. I glanced around quickly, taking in what I could make out.
Vase on the dresser with long-stemmed red roses.
Letter opener on vanity near the door.
My eyes made their way to the bed where I saw her.
Naked, lying on the bed with arms stretched above her head. Around her wrists I spotted the silver flash of handcuffs. She was petite with a small waist, curvy hips, toned legs, and completely shaved except for her long straight blond hair fanned out on the pillow under her. She looked even younger than him.
"Take her," he spoke for the first time as he closed the doors behind me.
He wasted no time.
Silently, I walked over to her. Undoing my tie and toeing off my shoes as I stood next to her, I slid my jacket off and placed it on the end of the bed. She watched me the entire time, her eyes never leaving my hands as I began to undress. After I unbutton my shirt, I went to take it off, but he spoke again.
"Leave it on."
He obviously had a thing for dress shirts.
I nodded slightly to confirm I had heard him and let my shirt hang open. Undoing my pants, I slid them down my legs and off before peeling off my socks.
"Make her suck your cock," he said calmly from behind me.
It was then that I noticed that not only were her hands cuffed together, but she was cuffed to the headboard of the bed as well. Undressed except for my open shirt, I climbed on the bed and straddled her hips, feeling myself growing hard as I rubbed myself along the soft, smooth skin of her sex. She was dripping wet.
As she watched me intently, her eyes darting from my cock to my face every few seconds, she smiled.
She liked what she saw.
I slid up her body, until I was straddling her chest, her breasts flattened by my weight. Rising up to my knees, I traced her lips with the head of my cock, leaving a glistening trail of precum in its wake.
"Tell her what to do."
"Suck my cock," I said, looking down at her, biting my lip. Her mouth opened wide and I slid my cock inside. With hallowed cheeks, she began sucking me hard and fast. Unable to move her head much, she remained still while I fucked her mouth.
"Pull your shirt open."
I reached up and opened my shirt, letting it fall off my shoulders a bit, exposing my chest.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he moaned. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw movement in the corner where he had sat down in an overstuffed chair, his legs spread wide. "Yeah, fuck her mouth. She's got a sweet mouth, doesn't she?"
Nodding, I kept my concentration on maintaining my erection, watching myself slid in and out of her lips. No doubt she felt good, but wasn't as good as I had grown accustomed to. Peter's skill would put hers to shame.
Idly, I wondered if her husband was any better.
"Now fuck her pussy."
Slipping from her mouth, I slid my body back down hers, debating on whether or not I should kiss her or offer any other foreplay. When I reached her legs, I moved to one side and spread them wide for me before kneeling in between them. Reaching behind me, I grabbed my jacket and took out one of the condoms from the pocket. I ripped it open and put it on my cock before I lifted her legs over my thighs and placing myself at her entrance. It had been awhile since I had fucked a woman. I hoped it was like riding a bike. With one long, slow thrust, I entered her. She was wet and warm and smooth. I pulled out and pushed back in, clenching the muscles in my ass, focusing on the pulse of my cock and not the soft body she had. She wasn't as tight as what I preferred, but her when her muscles clenched around me, I felt a small surge of pleasure pass through my cock.
"Touch her breasts."
Reaching down with one hand, I tentatively squeezed a breast, rubbing my thumb along her dark nipple, I watched it pebble. I felt an odd sense of satisfaction that I had that kind of effect.
On a woman.
Smirking to myself, I watched her face for signs of pleasure. She was quite beautiful, brown eyes, high cheekbones and tiny nose, and even in the dim light of the room, I could see her complexion was very pale.
"Yeah, just like. Lift your shirt. I want to see your ass as you fuck her."
Keeping one hand on her breast, I let go of her hip that was keeping her on my thighs, hoping she was strong enough to keep herself there, and tugged at tail of my shirt, lifting it up over my ass.
When he had a clear view, he moaned.
Her stomach muscles clenched as she began to lift her hips to meet my thrusts. Settling deep in her, I let go of my shirt and her breast and gripped her hips, keeping her to me tightly as I circled my hips. She pressed her head back into her down pillow and licked her lips. With a small smile, I rocked my hips back and slid out, teasing her with the head of cock before pushing back deep inside her again. Just as I began to find a rhythm, proud of myself for being able to keep my erection, he spoke again.
"Slap her," he commanded.
I stopped moving and looked over at him. As he watched over his wife and me, he was sitting to my left, the bed only about ten feet from him. Flicking my head to move my waves that were stuck to my sweaty forehead, I raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" I grunted.
"Slap her….hard," he repeated.
"They have an odd request, but I'm sure you will follow through with it like the professional you are…" Tanya's voice echoed in my head.
"What is it?" I had asked.
"I'll let you find out for yourself, I don't want you judging them before you get there, but you have my permission to fill the request."
I had done some fucked up things by request, but that was something I wasn't prepared to do. Hitting a girl was just…wrong. Looking down at her, I saw her dark brown eyes watching me without any emotion. No lust or desire or even hate for what I was about to do. She nodded slightly at me, granting me her permission to carry out her husband's demand.
Just before my hand hit her cheek I whispered, "I'm sorry."
The slap resounded in the otherwise silent room, echoing in my ears long after the red mark had begun to fade from her face. Other than her head swaying a bit to her right, she showed no reaction to my hit.
"Again, harder," he said quietly.
Biting my lip, I wanted to refuse, and tell him to beat his down fucking wife; I wasn't going to do it for him. I got paid to fuck, not abuse. Instead, I reached out and slapped her again, hard enough that the red wasn't going to fade quickly. She gasped quietly and closed her eyes.
"Bite her breast. Mark her."
What the fuck?
I shook my head, my damp curls falling over my eyes again as I slowly fucked her.
"Fucking do it."
I couldn't afford not to.
As I leaned down and lowered my mouth to her small, firm breast, she arched her back, offering herself to me. Curling my lips back, I bared my teeth and bit down above her nipple. Crying out, she attempted to pull away but I held her to me with one arm snaking under her back while I let the metallic taste of her blood coat my taste buds.
"Fucking hot," he moaned from the chair. Releasing her skin, I ran my tongue along it, attempting to sooth the wound. Even in the dark, I could see the bruise already forming around the bite mark.
"Fuck her hard," he panted, and I could hear the distinct sound of his hand pumping his cock.
Gripping the headboard behind her with one hand, I put my other on her hip and pulled her too me as I pounded into her repeatedly. There was no fucking way she was going to be able too walk the next day. I wanted to make her come, she deserved it after the abusive treatment and while fucking a woman wasn't an entirely foreign concept to me, making one come was something I had rarely done. Usually the women I had fucked on the streets helped themselves, touching themselves as I fucked them. Occasionally there was one that wanted me to go down on them. While it was not something I enjoyed doing, it was much easier to make them come that way, my tongue worked magic as I sucked and licked them to ecstasy.
But using my cock to accomplish it was something else.
"Does she good, tight around your beautiful cock?" he asked, but I hesitated in replying. "Answer me."
"Yes, she's tight," I replied flatly.
"She's a good little fuck, but then again, something tells me you are as well."
My ass, fuck, my entire body, was theirs for the next hour, if he wanted me, he was going to have me.
"Why don't you come find out for yourself?" I challenged, glancing at him as I slowed my pace. Turning my attention back to her, I saw him get up from the chair, and then he was out of my sight. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it and I felt his body behind me. His knees were between my calves, his cock against my ass as he arms went under my own before he wrapped them around me. With his fingers splayed across my chest, his firm body offered me support as he pulled my back against him. With one hand, he grabbed my chin and tilted my head to the side, his lips on my neck a second later, sucking the tender skin there.
I began to lose my focus, the sensations overloading me. My cock in her loose warmth, while he touched me, I began to lose my rhythm.
"Don't stop. Keep fucking her," he mumbled into my neck as he nibbled.
Turning my head to him, he kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth the instant our lips met. He was strong and dominant on a level I hadn't experienced before. One of his hands wrapped securely around my throat while the other slid down my body to where my cock was entering her. Behind me, he moved with my rhythm, his cock grazing my ass with each one of my thrusts into her. His fingers brushed my cock every time I slid out as he opened her sex to us. Leaving my lips, he kissed his way to my ear.
"Make her come," he demanded.
She threw her head back into the pillow at his words, lifting her hips to us. It was no gentle lovemaking, it was fucking, animalistic pure and simple. My fingers met his at her sex, he exposed her clit to me while I rubbed it with my thumb with what I hoped was at least close to pleasurable. Judging by the constant moans she was omitting, I was hitting the right spot. She began to writhe before me, her arms straining against her bondage as her breasts jiggled with her futile attempts to pull free. Her hips constantly moved against my fingers, her actions begging for more.
"Yeah, she likes that, huh? She likes cock so much." Resting his chin on my shoulder, his eyes were downcast as he watched me pleasure her, his fingers occasionally joining mine. "Mmmm…" he moaned as let her sex go, her folds closing over my thumb, he slipped his finger into her. Every time my cock entered her, I felt his thumb graze it. Groaning, my head fell back onto his shoulder. "You like that, huh?"
I was going to fucking lose it…and quick.
"Is she coming?" he asked in my ear.
How the fuck was I supposed to know? I was used to seeing cum shoot from a cock, all sticky and milky. I was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen with her.
Just then, I felt her muscles clench around my cock, her back arched and her hips jerked wildly as she whimpered.
"Alec, Alec, Alec…" she cried out over and over.
Alec? It wasn't his dick in her or his thumb on her clit.
Her legs loosened and I let her hips fall back to the bed, her body, sated and relaxed.
"Stop," he told me. Stilling, I remained inside her while he let me go. Then his hands were on my shirt, tugging it down my arms and off. Looking over my shoulder, I saw he was completely naked as well. His hand was on my back and he pushed me forward. Bending at my waist, I put my palms on either side of her shoulders and braced myself. He spread my ass with one hand while I felt the cool drizzle of lube over my entrance. I wasn't surprised when I felt his finger, followed quickly by a second, enter me, prepping me.
"Fucking hottest ass I've seen from Tanya's."
The sound of condom opening near my ear excited me even more. His fingers left me as he put the condom on, and I felt the head of his cock circling my entrance seconds later. Loudly, I groaned.
"You like me teasing you? Damn, I want to fuck this ass," he said as he spread me wide with one while guiding his cock in with the other. My jaw clenched when he penetrated me, and his hands moved to my hips, keeping me still, as he knew my urge to begin to thrust back onto him or into his wife was powerful. Slowly, his cock entered me, filling me up inch my inch. Exhaling, I relaxed my body to take his girth before I pushed off the bed and straightened up, seating myself on his erection while keeping my cock inside her.
"Fuck her while I fuck you."
This was a first.
I had fucked women, I been fucked by men, I had never done them both at the same time.
Gripping her hips again, my nails digging into the delicate flesh at her sides, I yanked her legs back onto my thighs, burying myself deep in her as Alec moved behind me in the same motion. As I exited her, he did the same to me. Over and over, he and I fucked at the same time. His wife watched, her eyes wide, her lips parted as her tongue darted out repeatedly to lick them. Each of his thrusts into me brought me closer to the orgasm I had feared I wouldn't reach by just fucking her. The burn began low in my balls as they tightened and the feeling spread throughout my abdomen.
"Fuck yeah, I can feel you're close," he moaned behind me. Both of his arms went under mine, and he curled them up and around my shoulders, his forehead rested the nape of my neck, his panting breaths heating up my already sweaty back. Using my shoulders for leverage, he bucked into me with force, grunting each time. "Come in her," he granted me the permission I had been waiting for.
One last thrust and I held myself inside her as I came, pulsing, my cock filled the condom with shot after shot of cum. My entire body tensed, my hips bucking, the spasms of my ass around his cock made him clutch me harder.
"Fuck," he growled, "So your ass is so tight."
My head lolled back against his shoulder as my cock slowly slipped wet and slick from his wife. Deep and hard, he pounded me, his knuckles whitening as he held me. "Fuck," he grunted and bit down on my shoulder, his teeth almost breaking skin as his cock throbbed when he came in me. Together, we both fell to the side of his wife, his hips sporadically bucking into me as he rode out his orgasm, his arms still around me as we lay catching our breath.
"You are one good fuck," he complimented. "Wouldn't you agree?" he asked his wife, looking at her over my shoulder. Opening my eyes, I saw her nod. "If Jane was allowed to speak, she would tell you that I've never fucked like that before. I usually just jerk off or have the guy blow me, but…."
His hands let me go and he fell onto his back, his cock sliding from my ass. Reaching down, I pulled my condom off.
"Got someplace to toss this?" I asked, holding it up. Chuckling, he took it from me and got off the bed, throwing his and mine in the trash. His wife still lay handcuffed to the bed. Giving her a small smile, I sat up, resting back on my palms, watching her husband as he came back over and picked my shirt up off the floor.
"Put this on, leave it undone." I did as he told me. My legs were stretched out before me, and he straddled my calves, his eyes on my limp cock. "I want to taste my wife on you." Leaning down, he took the base of my cock in his hand and guided it to his mouth. Sucking hard, he stroked me while his tongue lapped every inch. My entire body shuddered as he ravished my hypersensitive cock. Moaning, I watched him, not sure if it was my cock he liked, or the sliver of his wife's taste. "Mmmmm," he sighed as he released me a semi-hard state. "You can get dressed now."
I climbed off the bed and began pulling my pants on. Leaving them undone, I sat back on the bed to put on my socks and shoes. He was standing by the dresser naked, his back to me.
"Are you going to undo her?" I asked, nodding to his wife. His head jerked up and he looked into my reflection the mirror.
"After I've had my way with her." He turned to me. "Stop dressing." I dropped the shoe I was holding. He walked over and stood before me. I hadn't realized how muscular he was until he was so close. It explained his strength when he had held me. "Get me hard before you leave so I can fuck her too." His hands went straight to my hair as he pulled my head toward his cock. I took the base in my hand and opened my mouth, letting my lips wrap around him tightly. Hallowing my cheeks, I sucked his head hard. Feeling him start to grow in my hand from my attention, I stroked him while my tongue swirled around the ridges.
"Your mouth is a wonderful as your ass," he sighed, his head bent as he watched me. Fisting my hair, he began to fuck my mouth, sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust. "Take all of me." With a deep breath, I relaxed my throat and immediately felt him hitting the back of it, the taste of his precum already strong. "God damn, fucking talented fucking whore."
I was tempted to bite down after that comment, but instead I swallowed around his hard cock. He was impressively large, and I wondered how sore his wife would be after the both of us fucking her.
"Good," he said as he released my hair and pulled out of my mouth. "There's something for you on the dresser. I don't normally do that, but you deserve it. Take it and let yourself out."
Standing, I grabbed my shoes and jacket. When I got to the dresser, I saw three one hundred dollar bills on the shiny cherry wood top. The reflection in the mirror revealed him as he settled over his wife and entered her. I watched his ass for a minute, admiring his flexing muscles as he began to pump into her. I stuffed the money in my pocket and headed for the door. Cringing when I heard the slap of his hand against her as I closed the door behind me, I made my way to the stairs and out their door. Sitting on the porch steps, I put on my socks and shoes before walking to Aro and the car. My jacket slug over my arm, my pants, shirt and tie were still undone.
"Have a good time, sir?" he chuckled, "or just in a hurry to leave?" he asked, looking over my appearance.
"It was…interesting," I sighed as I sat back against the seat. After he closed my door, he got in behind the wheel.
"You have another appointment in two hours, do you want to go home and clean up?" he asked as he pulled out on the street. Nodding, I closed my eyes.
It was going to be a fucking long night.
And it was only Tuesday.
Less than twenty minutes later, Aro pulled up in front of my building. "I'll wait here, sir," he said, holding my door as I exited the car and headed for my building. Ignoring the look I got from Aiden as he held the door for me as I walked in with my shirt undone. After a quick shower and sandwich, I was back down at the car in less than an hour, as we had to drive out the suburbs again.
An even stranger look from Aiden as I walked out and quickly went to the car where Aro shuffled me inside before too many could see me. He weaved us through the traffic while I relaxed in the backseat, closing my eyes.
And I saw him every time I fucking did.
His copper hair, pale skin and his fucking green eyes watching me in the mirror as I fucked him. It was like he had been reading my mind, surfing through my thoughts before I even comprehended what they were. Sometimes about him had disturbed me, stirring something deep in me that I had never felt or experienced before. Even my time with Peter, as friendly as we had become, was different than what I had felt with Edward.
For the first time in my life, with all the fucking I had done, it hadn't been just physical. There had been a new level breeched, and it fucking scared and thrilled me at the same time. I was used to having control. Maybe not over my body, that was their disposal, but my mind and my emotions were all my own.
No one could fuck with those.
Until he opened that door and unknowingly began to fuck with them.
Physically, it had been the best experience of my life. While Peter showed me other avenues of pleasure that had brought me to extreme highs, for some reason with Edward the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach made the sex that much more intense.
Even though it was rather mundane fucking, it had been anything but.
There were times where I swear he felt it too, when he looked at me in the mirror, when our hands entwined, in the shower when he touched my hair and asked if I was for real, and in the bed when we just held each other.
I had never just held anyone before. There was always a means to the end, it was never done. I was fucked or I sucked, then I was kicked to the curb…literally. There was no time for afterglow. Peter and I had recuperated and talked after sex, but never just…held.
As incredible as my night had been with Edward, physically amazing, I had left with an aftertaste that resonated in me for days.
"…I was pleased when I saw I could have you too."
His words had brought me out of my world with him and back into the reality. No matter who it was, how much money they paid me, my designer clothes, or drivers, I was nothing more than a whore.
"Sir, we're here," Aro said pulling up in front of the nice suburban house. With a sigh, I waited for him to open my door, getting out when he did so. Checking his watch, he said, "You have three hours here, so see you then," and held out his fist. Bumping it, I gave him a tired smile and headed up the walkway of the familiar house.
Once again, he answered the door in nothing more than boxers and I shuddered at the sight of his hairy chest. Had he never heard of waxing? I entered and nodded at him.
"Mr. Jones, good to see you again," I gave him a fake smile.
"Do you have what I requested?" he asked as he motioned to down the hallway to the office. The pictures of his wife and children lined the wall. I wondered what Mrs. Jones would think of me there to sexually service her husband.
"Yes."
The office doors were open and after he led me through set of patio doors, we were out by an in-ground pool. Along the cement surrounding the pool were scattered lounge chairs and a few tables. He pulled off his boxers and threw them on the ground, his small dick already hardening as he sat down on the paisley cushioned chair.
"Take off your coat," he said as he pushed himself up in the chair to watch. I unbuttoned my coat and let it slide off my shoulders, placing it on a chair.
Before him I stood bare-chested with a leather strap going over one shoulder attached to the opposite hip and a green plaid kilt.
With nothing on under it.
"Lift it."
I almost rolled my eyes as I reached for the hem of the kilt and lifted it so he could see I was naked underneath.
"Very nice. Come closer. Keep it up." Taking a few steps toward him, I held my kilt up, exposing myself for his inspection. Nervously, I looked around the yard and was relieved to find that we were surrounded by an eight foot stockade fence. "Make yourself hard."
Holding the skirt with one hand, I grabbed my cock in my hand and began stroking. I had to close my eyes, as watching him stare at my cock while he licked his lips and touched himself did nothing to encourage an erection.
My breathing increased as I stroked a bit faster to images of Edward behind my lids. His perfect ass in the air as he was on all fours before me, down on his elbows as he looked over his shoulder at me, flashing me a wicked grin as he asked if I was going to fuck him yet.
"Yeah, just like that. Jerk yourself off."
I barely heard him, my focus was on the surging pleasure I felt as I entered Edward's tight ass and heard his responsive moan when I filled him. Completely hard, I pumped myself furiously, my pace matching those of my thrusts into Edward as he begged me for more, harder, deeper.
I gave him exactly what he wanted.
"Fucking hot. Come on my face," his voice registered somewhere in the part of my brain that reminded me I was not home on my bed alone, but jerking off in a kilt for a client by his pool. Hanging my head down, I bit my lip as I imagined Peter lying before me on his back, his legs spread as he waited for me to enter him. His muscles flexing and expanding as he accepted my cock into his ass.
"Shit," I murmured as I felt my balls begin tighten.
"My face," he reminded me, and I opened my eyes and took a step closer. He stopped stroking himself and reached for my kilt, holding it up for me. Then I felt one of his dry fingers on my balls and immediately closed my eyes again.
Fuck me, Peter moaned to me as I lifted his legs out and away from his body and watched myself enter him slowly, his ass engulfing my cock.
Jones's finger prodded my balls, pushing the lose skin around before he finally took them in his hand and rolled them.
"I want to lick them," he said, pulling on my sac to get me even closer. "Straddle the chair."
With a sigh, I stopped stroking and moved so I had one leg on each side of the metal lounge chair, my cock only inches from his mouth. One chubby hand kept the kilt up while he leaned forward and stuck his tongue out from between his chapped lips, the very tip of it licking down my cock to my balls, where he lapped and slurped me.
I felt nauseous.
"Keep going," he mumbled against my heated skin. Feeling his hot breath on the inside of my thighs, his wet tongue licking my balls, I began stroking again.
Peter leaned over my chest as he tied the silky material around my wrists, telling me he was going fuck me senseless.
"Mmmm," he moaned, the vibrations from his lips made me shiver. "Watch yourself come on me."
On my bed we lay facing each other, naked, Edward's hands in mine as he stared at me and called me his beautiful.
My stomach muscles clenched.
"Coming," I growled and slowly opened my eyes. Pulling back, he opened his mouth wide to receive my orgasm. Two more pumps and I exploded on his face, hot cum landing on his cheeks, lips and mouth. Eagerly, his tongue licked every drop off his lips as he groaned and swallowed happily. I hadn't even caught my breath when he looked up at me.
"Now turn around, bend over and blow me," he said putting his hands on my hips. Swinging one leg over the chair, I turned around; I bent over, my ass in his face and took his small dick in my mouth. I felt his hands under my kilt groping my ass as he thrust into my mouth. He gripped my hips and pulled my ass to his face, spread me for him and then I felt his tongue circling my hole.
Wanting it over, I sucked harder. He came about thirty seconds later, shooting his load just as I released him.
For the next two hours, I jerked off three more times and blew him once more. He had me in various positions, one time he stroked me and twice I did it myself. After the first time, he insisted I do it while I was completely naked, the kilt lay on the ground with his boxers.
When I was done, I pulled the kilt on and grabbed my jacket, practically running to the door as he called out 'see you next time'.
Sometimes it sucked to be good at my job.
Aro couldn't stop smirking as I jogged to the car in the kilt, looking up and down the street for those that might have seen me exit in the early morning hours.
"What's next, a loincloth and swinging from trees?" he joked as I climbed into the car.
"Don't even suggest it," I sighed as he closed the door and went to the driver's seat.
"Talk about odd fetishes," he chuckled as he pulled out on to the empty road.
"Tell me about it. As long as he stays away from drag. There are some things even I won't do for money." I winked in the mirror at him. "Aro?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Would you mind, ah…"
"Getting some beer?" I smiled and nodded. "Of course, sir. We'll stop on the way to your place."
"Thanks, Aro."
"Anytime, sir."
"**~~**"
"You know I can fuck you up real good, kid, right?
Silently, I nodded.
"Good, now suck me," he growled as he pushed my head toward his cock. He leaned back against the bathroom stall door as I kneeled before him on the floor. He didn't even have the courtesy to let me sit on the toilet. Gripping my messy hair in his fists, he guided his cock to my open mouth. "Suck me hard, kid."
I was eleven and already an expert at giving head. Luckily, that made him less likely to share me with his friends, as was the fate of some of the other boys. He hadn't fucked me yet, said he was taking his time breaking my 'skinny ass in'. I had been there less than six months, and I had been giving him blow jobs for four of those. Six months after giving my first blow job, one month after my twelve birthday, he was raping me for the first time.
I had been a virgin.
"Jesus fucking Christ, kid, you were born to give head," he moaned, tilting his head back as he thrust into me. I knew the moves that made him come quicker, and performed them each and every time. He loved it when I swirled my tongue around his head and swallowed, and he practically howled when I dipped my tongue in his slit. "Fuck, your mouth is hot." Grunting, he came in my mouth, holding his cock deep my throat by keeping my nose buried in his curls as his hips jerked and he pulsed in me.
Just then the door to the bathroom opened and a boy walked in.
"Fuck," he mumbled, pulling from my mouth, he stuffed his semi-hard cock into his shorts and zipped them up. "Stand up." I did as I was told. "Stay quiet until I call you." He turned and exited the stall, closing the door behind him as I heard the footsteps of the other boy get closer.
"What's up, Ian?" the other kid greeted. I heard the water in the sink running.
"Nothing, just getting some head from the kid," he replied casually.
"If he's as good as you say, you should really think about sharing him."
"No fucking way, that sweet virgin ass is all mine. Get out here kid," he called to me. Slowly I opened the door and walked to him with my head down. He yanked my chin up. "See those lips, just imagine how good those lips would be around your dick." Pushing me hard to my knees again, he told the other boy. "This is how he is best. At least until I'm fucking more than his mouth."
I stayed on my knees until they had left, then I crawled back to the stall, curled up on the floor and cried.
The alarm blared and I reached over without looking, slamming down hoping to hit the snooze button giving me another precious nine minutes.
Why was it fucking nine minute and not an even ten? I had wondered that every since I had bought the damn thing, never having had an alarm clock before, it confused me. In the Home, the dorm mothers had gotten us up on time and when I had lived at home, I woke up on my own.
I had gotten in a little after two in the morning and immediately had taken another shower to wash the feel of Mr. Jones off me. Then I had enjoyed a few of the beers Aro had bought for me before passing out in bed around three. Tossing and turning for the four hours I had been in bed, I had barely slept. The fucking nightmares were getting more frequent. I knew why and I knew what I had to do to get rid of them.
Nine minutes later, I was yawning and stretching and stumbling to the bathroom. While I was in there, I heard my Blackberry go off with a new calendar appointment. When I finished, I pulled my briefs back up, went to my nightstand and picked the phone up. My appointment for that night had changed to an earlier time and Tanya had scheduled in a second one. Suddenly, I longed for the weekend and being able to spend a complete night with Peter. Although, he often wore me out much more than two clients ever could. Staying in my briefs, I went to the kitchen and fixed some breakfast before sitting down on the couch with my laptop and turning the news on. Upon booting up the laptop, I opened a browser and went straight to a search engine, something I had been meaning to do for over week but hadn't had the downtime to do it properly.
I typed Edward Cullen into the search bar and clicked.
Impatiently, I waited.
Admittedly, I was surprised when a few hundred hits came up.
Mr. Cullen was a popular boy.
Business Weekly, USA Today, Cullen Pharmaceuticals….
Curious, I clicked on the last one, bringing up the apparent home page of a family company. It was a boring website, and I scanned for his name, finding several mentions of under their daily updates. According to the site, he was working on a merger with some company in Seattle, which explained his frequent trips here. Unable to resist, I click on the contact button and searched the list of names, finding him under Head of Mergers and Acquisitions.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. He had acquisitioned me and then we had merged.
A few times.
He seemed kind of young to be the head of a department, then again, it was his family's company, there had to be perks that went along with the name. After I bookmarked the site, I went back to the search engine and clicked on another link, complete with image.
"Cullen Pharmaceutical's Head of Mergers and Acquisitions Edward Cullen, was questioned about the merger with REM at this weekend's press junket. He replied with no comment, and then smiled slyly before responding that his father, Carlise Cullen, CEO of Cullen Pharmaceuticals, would have him gutted if he answered it. Mr. Cullen answered all but two questions, both of which referred to the current deal with REM. Obviously, his reputation for charming the press was evident as he had the reporters eating out of the palm of his hand by the time the conference was over.
The rumors of the REM merger began back in January…."
Bored, I click on the image to enlarge it.
Beautiful.
He was standing in front of a podium, his hands resting on it as he stood tall with a slight smirk on his face with a microphone in front of him. There were rows and rows of reporters sitting in front of him, all in suits with pads of paper and recorders in their hands. To me it looked like he was being fed to the lions, but the serene and confident look on his face told me he felt otherwise.
That was an environment he felt comfortable in. He was as at home before those people, being pummeled with a barrage of questions as I was sitting in some stranger's car while they sucked my dick.
Going back to the search results, I clicked on the images button and was pleased when two full pages of Edward appeared, picture after picture of him in suits at press conferences, the opening of a hospital wing and a benefit dinner for AIDS. I click on one of the benefit dinner link, which lead me to s site with a few dozen images from the dinner. Including a few more of Edward.
He was in light gray, custom fit suit, standing between an older blond man and a young dark haired woman. Edward's eyes sparkled, his arms were around them both as all three smiled at the camera.
I felt the familiar twinge in my cock and shifted a bit. Putting my feet up on the table, I leaned back and placed the laptop on my thighs. Deciding it was creepy to touch myself to a picture of Edward with his family by his side, I went back to the main page and selected an image of him alone. I made the picture full size, and muted my television before I let my hand run across my chest and down my stomach to the black band of my briefs. Skimming over it, my hand grazed over my hardening cock as I stared his picture.
His eyes.
His smile.
His flushed cheeks.
Gripping myself thought the soft cotton material, I stroked lightly, growing harder each second I looked at the monitor. I wanted nothing more than to slip my underwear off, take my cock in my hand and pump myself until I was crying out and coming all over his image.
However, I had two clients later, and my strength, and cum, would need to be conserved.
But fuck, how I wanted to.
When I realized I was moving my hips up into my hand, I closed the laptop and turned the news up.
I was going to be fucked if let him seep into my life.
I refused.
When I reached for my coffee, I saw the money sitting on the table, and as I sipped it, I made my plans for the day.
""**~~**"
I didn't know what it was about the stench of the docks, whether it was the scent of the ocean, the fish, or the putrid odor of decaying warehouses and dirty hookers, but it sickened me.
Body odor, alcohol, drugs, sex…it all mixed together to create a smell that brought back memories I had tried my life to forget.
Though, there had been some happy times.
The scent that surrounded me as I walked along the docks was exactly the same as my kitchen when I had been a small boy. Being bounced in the knee of my father as my mother danced around our small kitchen to some old Beatles song. My father would laugh and sign loudly in my ear as he held me with one arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand scraped the white power, my mother called it their special baking powder, along the large mirror that sat on our table.
When I had been at the docks daily, I had grown used to the smell, even welcoming some of the memories it brought back, but that day, I just wanted to get back to my apartment and light a scented candle.
Some called it Paradise City after an old fishing company that used to occupy an entire corner of buildings. Only we didn't have green grass, we had cement and rotting wood, and our girls were anything but pretty.
The warehouses were mostly empty, the businesses long since gone, making the large brick buildings were the perfect place for hookers and drug addicts to rest on their down time. Most worked a few streets over, but it was too busy a place to squat, so a lot found shelter in the crumbling brick buildings with broken windows and graffiti decorating them.
I spotted him quicker than I expected too, he was just exiting one of the buildings across from me and I jogged over him as he stood just outside the door and lit a cigarette. As he looked up and saw me approach, he was apprehensive. Stopping a few feet away from him, I gave him a comfort zone, something we all appreciated on the streets, and let my hands hang by my side so he could see I was no threat.
"Blondie?" he asked as he exhaled a puff of smoke. It was the name I had given most of my colleagues on the streets, only very few knew my real name. He was skinny as hell, his clothes hanging off him, his jeans down around his ass and not his waist. His long, dark hair was greasy and gathered in clumps around his face, which, like the rest of his body, was littered with scars. Better known for dealing drugs, he wasn't above selling or trading himself. We had known each other for a few years, sometimes meeting up in the dark alleys. As he sold the drugs, I would walk by with a john on my way to his car to get fucked.
Smiling, I nodded. "How you been, Rick?" He tilted his head, his eyes going up and down me a few times before speaking again.
"Aw, you know, same shit different day, right?" He paused, "I almost didn't fucking recognize you. You look different. You clean up good, Blondie. What's the occasion?"
"No occasion, just some new clothes," I shrugged, almost feeling bad about the cologne I had put on earlier. I had left the designer clothes at home and had worn Levis, tee shirt and a leather jacket. "How's business?" I asked, stuffing my hands into my jacket pockets.
He kicked at a rock on the ground and shrugged before bringing the cigarette up to his mouth with shaky fingers. "Some fuckers wanting ass and blow jobs, ya know? Fucking assholes. How about you? I haven't seen you around."
"I'm working a different part of town now," I said in half-truth.
"Cool, cool. Fuckers pay better so you get those nice clothes?"
"A little. Still being fucked though, that won't ever change," I sighed.
Tossing his cigarette on the ground, he crushed it with the toe of his sneaker. "Hey, how's that cut, hold up alright?" he asked, staring at the ground.
Laughing, I nodded. "Yep, looks like a real doctor did it," I complimented before getting to the real reason I was there. "You seen Riley?"
His head shot up. "What the fuck you want with Riley? Blondie, stay away from him," he warned.
"Why?"
He looked around us before speaking. As if the addicts cared what the fuck he had to say. "He is so far up James's ass," he shook his head, "can't trust him, Blondie….trust me."
"Can't trust anyone on the streets," I reminded him. Conceding, he nodded. "I need to find him, where's he working?"
With a sigh, he leaned back against the building. "He's bad news, Blondie, you know that, right?"
"Yeah. Ricky, I just need to talk to him."
"The last I heard he was over on 5th and Market. That was a few days ago, I don't know if he's still there."
"Thanks," I said as I pulled my hand out of my pocket, holding a pack of cigarettes. "Here, on me." I held them out to him." Eying them, he seemed confused. "I gave them up," I shrugged.
"Bullshit. You don't smoke. I've offered one to you before, and you told me you didn't smoke, it was bad for your health. "
He had me.
"Just take them." I motioned to them again. Finally, he reached out with a dirty hand and snagged them from me quickly before hiding them in his pocket like the precious commodity they were.
"Thanks, man," he gave me a half smile.
"No problem, thanks for the info. Take care of yourself," I nodded to him as I turned and headed toward 5th and Market.
In my pocket was over two thousand dollars in cash.
"**~~**"
It was mid- afternoon before I finally saw him. The car pulled up and the passenger door opened. He got out and turned around, leaning back in the car over the seat, he took something from the guy and then shoved it in his mouth before standing up straight and closing the door. With a squeal of the tires, the car took off. Sniffing, he turned and saw me, a grin spreading over his face. Casually, he looked both ways before he walked over to me with a satisfied look.
He actually looked slightly better than he had last time I had seen him. As he got closer I realized he had showered recently. His tee shirt was bunched up, his loose jeans hanging off him, his hip bones showing above their waistband. I felt a stirring in my cock.
"Are you here to fuck me?" he asked hopefully as he approached and brushed his long hair out of his eyes.
If I had been there a few days earlier, my answer would have been a definite yes.
I ignored his question. "Friend of yours?" I asked, nodding to the speeding car as I leaned against a building.
Glancing at the car, he looked back and smirked. "No, a client," he said, emphasizing the word client. He looked me over. "So, if you're not here to fuck, what the hell do you want?"
Had he always been so direct? There was no small talking with Riley. "It's wonderful to see you too, Rile, I'm great, thanks for asking…dickhead."
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Fine…hey, Jasper, fucking awesome to see you. I want your dick in my ass, care to help me out with that?"
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Where's your driver?" he asked looking down the road. "I don't see Lurch anywhere…"
"I came alone. I needed to see you," I answered quietly.
"See me but not fuck me?" he paused then held out his arms and spun around. "Well, you've seen me…now what?"
Making sure we were alone, I spoke in a low voice, "I need to see James. Where is he?"
"Why?"
"Fuck, Rile, just tell me," I said exasperatedly.
He shook his head. "Unless you got hi-"
"I do," I interrupted. He lowered his chin and raised an eyebrow. "Well, two grand of it."
"Jesus, I need to get a job like yours," he whistled and rubbed his face with his probably cum- covered hands. Dirt had gathered under his nails and lightly streaked his arms, and I could smell alcohol on his breath.
But underneath the dirt and long hair was a hot boy with a beautiful straight nose, high cheekbones, strong jaw and huge dick. He had potential…just no hope of finding it.
"Not like that you won't," I motioned to his dirty, baggy clothes.
"What, they only fucking want fucking designer clothes?" I ignored him. "Whatever," he sighed.
"So where is he?" I repeated.
Riley hesitated, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his hands going into his pockets. He practically bounced with the nervous energy he had. I wondered what drug he had taken in the car that was starting to kick in. Every time I saw him, I was grateful that I had been smart enough to stay off the shit. While I had been tempted, I had had my own reasons for staying away from something that was just going to fuck up my life even more. After all I had witnessed the devastation first hand. I had been a victim of it.
Swaying, he finally said, "Last I saw him was last night, he was with the guy with the mohawk…Duffy or Buffy or something,…"
"Where, Rile?" I asked trying to regain the focus he was quickly losing.
"Um," he hung his head back and closed his eyes. "Corner of 20th and North High," he finally finished.
"Thanks, Rile," I said and he nodded his head quickly. "You eaten lately?"
"Yeah, James treated us all to lunch at the Space Needle," he shot back sarcastically.
"Cut the shit," I retorted. Immediately, he looked apologetic and shrugged.
"Sometime yesterday morning, I think," he finally replied.
"You think?"
"Jesus, is this a fucking test? Yes, sometime yesterday morning." I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of the pocket of my jeans and held it out to him. He looked down, his eyes widening impossibly. "Are you fucking kidding me? You sure you don't want to fuck me?"
"Just take it, but please don't buy any shit with it. Eat, get some clean clothes, new sneakers, but please just don't buy shit with it."
Not even trying to refuse it, quickly he snatched it and put it in his pocket before grabbing my hand and pulling me around the corner of the building. Once we were out of the view of the street, he began do undo his pants. He had them unbuttoned and unzipped in record speed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked as he began to pull them down his ass.
"Fuck me," he begged.
"No."
He was naked underneath. On the streets a lot of us went commando. It was quicker, and underwear was too expensive to keep replacing when it got ripped, dirty, or stolen. Some johns even had a reputation for wanting our dirty, cum-stained underwear. Eventually, most boys just stopped wearing it all together. Using his hand, he began stroking himself, tilting his hips toward me so I could have a better view.
"Come on, you know what to," he teased, licking his lips.
"Rile, I didn't give you the money because I wanted to fuck you. I just want you to eat something. Besides, if I wanted to fuck you, I would just do it. I certainly wouldn't pay for your skinny ass."
He kept stroking himself and ran his other hand up my chest to my neck, where it curled behind me as he leaned in for a kiss. His lips were one of his many good features, full, wide…always tasted sweet. Our lips were only millimeters apart when I pulled back.
"Stop," I demanded. "I'm not fucking you."
He released my neck. "Why not?"
"I've got clients later."
Smirking, he shook his hair from his deep brown eyes. "Is that the only reason?"
Honestly, I wanted nothing more than to take him right then, throw him against a wall and fuck his scrawny ass until he came all over the pavement at his feet. I wanted to show him who was in control.
"Yes," I replied truthfully. Satisfied, he smiled. Grabbing my hand, he brought it to his hard cock and wrapped my fingers around him before stroking him with our hands.
"It misses you," he winked, and I almost gave in…almost. Riley had a power over me, he had for a long time, we used each other, we were mutually beneficial to the other. He had what I wanted, and I gave him what he wanted. He was the closest thing I had ever had to a boyfriend.
Unless being raped repeatedly was considered a relationship.
No. I was definitely not the relationship type. There would be no happily ever after for me, no clicking my heels and finding myself back in Kansas surrounded by friends and family.
Moaning, I pulled our hands off his cock. "Put it away. Go get some food." I instructed calmly, and surprisingly he did as I asked and pulled up his pants.
"Your loss," he smiled and I nodded.
"I know. Take care, Rile," I leaned in and kissed his lips, just barely brushing mine over his before walking away.
"Hey, Jasper," he called out after me. Stopping, I turned around. "Thanks…and ah… be careful," he actually sounded concerned.
"I will," I promised, turning, I left the alley.
"**~~**"
Seattle was my own personal Emerald City, complete with the bad witch. Although he didn't write his threats in the sky on a broom…he sent Riley instead.
I had been watching him from across the street for about an hour. He hadn't moved much, only to sit on the steps of the building behind him. Every now and then one of his hookers would come up and hand him something, sometimes he gave them something in return, other times he just sent them on their way. From a safe distance, I watched a large black woman dressed in black spandex approach him. They spoke for a minute, and I could their conversation escalating. Suddenly, he reached out and smacked her across her cheek. Her hand shot to her face as stared at him in shock before walking off. Smirking as she left, he sat back down on the steps and began counting the money she had handed him.
It was time.
Taking a deep breath, I looked down the street and jogged across it, coming up on his left, I glanced around to see if anyone might be with him. I wanted him alone. In my jacket pocket, my fingers gripped the smooth handle of the switchblade.
I wasn't an idiot.
Shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun, he looked up at me. "Nice jacket," he smiled as I neared him. "Look you all dressed up pretending to be something you're not. How you been, Jasper? Long time no see."
"You been looking for me?" Fuck the small talk.
Chuckling, he stood up. He was considerably shorter than I was, but he was muscular, powerful, and compact. Long blond hair was tied back at the nape of his neck, his unshaven jaw was square, his lips dry, his eyes were almost black and…just fucking hallow. He was one the most sadistic fucks I had ever met.
"As a matter of fact, I have. Seems you owe me some money," he explained with an evil grin.
"What the fuck for?" I jutted my chin out to challenge him.
"What, you want a fucking invoice? You were working for me when you up and ran off, you owe me that money, plain and simple."
"I don't owe you shit. I paid you the day before I left. We were even," I spoke confidently.
"I beg to differ. We had a deal, remember? I held up my end of the deal, and you…well, you ran off. Now, you owe me money."
I remembered the deal clearly. James had been after me to work for him almost since the day I first walked onto the streets, but I had always refused, instead working for myself. The protection he offered would have been nice, but there was no fucking way I was splitting what little money I made with anyone. After over a year of refusing to work for him, one day I agreed.
The reason for the agreement…Riley.
Riley had been using pretty heavily, and when the cheap shit wasn't providing the high he wanted anymore, he moved on the expensive shit, which was more than he could afford. Getting in debt quickly, he found himself with some bad ass dealers after him. Riley and I had always worked for ourselves but he needed the protection, so he struck a deal with James. He would get sixty percent of Riley's take, protect him from the dealers and pay off the one grand Riley already owed. Being high all the fucking time lead to a decrease in johns, no one wanted to fuck a zombie. Decreased johns meant less income for James. Then he owed James money.
Riley had come to me one night, scared shitless after a meeting with James. He had been hit a few times, and told me the threats that had been made.
He asked for my help.
I couldn't refuse him.
The next day, I went to James and offered him seventy percent take of my money for six months. If Riley and I both worked for him for six months, the debt would be paid off.
Tanya had approached me four months in. While I was certain Riley's debt had been paid in full, I was technically still James's for another eight weeks, but I walked away anyway.
"The way I see it, you owe me the money you would have made for that two months, future profits and all," he mumbled around the cigarette he put in his mouth and lit.
"I'm good, but even I wouldn't have made ten grand in two months and you fucking know it," I argued.
At least, not when I worked the streets.
"Ten grand sounded reasonable to me," he shrugged, pulling the cigarette out and exhaling a puff of smoke at my face. "Got a problem with it?" his lip curled up. My heart raced and my hand held the blade tighter. "Rumor has it you got yourself a sugar daddy, have him pay it," he suggested.
Riley hadn't told him the truth.
That revelation made me smile a bit inside. Perhaps he did have a sense of loyalty buried deep down.
"I don't fucking own you shit and you know it."
He pulled the butt from his lips and held it up to me. "You really want to fucking test my patience? You know what I'm capable of." He put the butt closer to my cheek, but I stood completely still, my eyes never leaving his. If he thought I had never been threatened by anything before, he had another thing coming. "The money or…."
"Or what?"
"You're sweet little Riley might just accidently step off a curb into oncoming traffic," he snarled. I felt the heat from the cigarette as he held it less than an inch from my skin.
Fuck.
"Fucking Leave him the fuck out of this. I'm the one that fucking left, not him," I said calmly, reasonably. He pulled the butt away from my face and shrugged.
"It's simple. You have a few choices. You either come back to work for me-"
"Fucking not going to happen," I spat, my body becoming more and more tense, my muscles coiling.
Ignoring me, he continued, "You pay me twelve grand-"
"You said ten," I corrected him.
"Interest. I'm a business man after all."
I remained silent, but stared at him, squinting in the rare sunlight, my fingers twitched around the handle, tempted to pull it out of my pocket.
"Twelve grand," he reiterated, "which is still a reasonable amount, or… Riley has an unfortunate accident," he winked at the last part.
I had no choice. I couldn't go back to work for him, there was no way I could work for both, and the money I was making at Tanya's was my way out of this shithole. I wouldn't risk my job with her.
Riley.
I sighed. I should have had no loyalty to the bastard. It's not like we were best buds having sleepovers and braiding each others' hair. I fucked him in alleys and on dirty mattresses in abandoned buildings, that was all he was to me… a decent ass to stick my dick in.
But it wasn't. And James knew it. It was why he had sent Riley to find me. While I knew Riley would never return the favor, there was no way I could let James fuck him up because of me.
I had no choice.
I had to pay the money.
Reluctantly, I pulled the cash from my pocket. "Here's two grand. I'll have the rest as soon as I can."
He reached for the money and counted it before putting it in his pocket. "Your sugar daddy is treating you real nice, Blondie. He must like that tight ass of yours."
I wanted to tell him I had earned every fucking cent of that money, that no one had just handed it to me. No one had just handed me anything in my life, not I would have taken it if they had. But I kept my mouth shut, if he didn't know about my work, I wasn't about to tell him.
He leaned around my side a bit. "Mmm…that is a sweet ass. No wonder you found yourself a daddy to fuck it every night." Standing up straight, he stepped close enough I could smell his breath. "Do you like his dick in your ass, Jasper? I bet he can't satisfy you." Glaring at him, my heart pounded in my chest and my hand began pulling the blade out. He was so close, no one was around to witness it, not that they'd care if they did. He sized me up before shaking his head. "He's gonna get tired of that used ass of yours, then you are going to come crawling back to me on your fucking hands and knees, begging to work for me again."
"I will fucking never work for you again," I growled.
"We'll see, Blondie," he smirked and stepped back. "Twelve grand, each week I don't have it, it goes up a grand." He affectively ended the conversation.
"Fucking asshole," I murmured under my breath.
"It's just business, Jasper, just business."
I turned and walked away, the switchblade gripped tightly in my hand.
I was utterly and royally fucked.
Before I could dive into the darkness I felt pressing down on me, I felt my phone vibrate with a message. Releasing the knife, I reached in my pocket and pulled my Blackberry out. Tanya had sent a calendar update.
Saturday 8pm-8am, Edward Cullen, The Renaissance Hotel, suite 5
He had booked me for an entire fucking night…or an entire night of fucking. With a smile, I walked home, flashes of his brilliant off-colored hair, lust-filled deep ocean eyes, and tasty cock passing before me with each step I took.
Hair, eyes, cock…oh my.
"**~~**"
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