Author's Note:
(Important/sort of long)
This week the update schedule will stay the same-Wed/Sunday. But after Sunday I am going to hold off updating until I get my Twilighted account accurate to the same chapter. Then I will update both places together. I'm SO sorry, but this two different websites with two different parts of the story is getting me confused, and I'm spending less time working on current chapters and more time on updating past ones-and we don't want that, we want me making sure I produce quality in the future! And I PROMISE I am working my hardest to get that site updated quickly, so the wait shouldn't be too long.
Then I decided that after that point I am going to stay to a very consistent update every Sunday, which will start with chapter 13, on both sites. If you didn't know I have this story up on Twilighted as well, it's just my way of preparing for the inevitable pull that FF might take out on me. Which brings me to another issue, if this story EVER gets pulled I assure you it won't be because of any decision I made, and it will also be on Twlighted so there will be no worries there, just catch up on the other side.
Third thing, and don't crucify me just yet-I'm not going to lie, this is a filler chapter. As authors we all do it, but I promise not to make it too wordy, and know that it IS necessary for the progression of the story.
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Stolen Souls
Chapter 11
Twice in one week; man, Jasper was paying well. And I couldn't think of anything more bitchin' than free sex with a hooker. Big Mike was getting more ass than a toilet seat.
Who knew that meeting Cullen's high school friend would land me the mother lode? I just thought it was going to be an acquaintance thing through Cullen, but when Jasper called me and we started hanging, it looked like he wanted us to be more than just acquaintances though. And I was all for it, but shit if it hasn't been weird.
It's always the quiet ones. I should have known that shit; dude was creepy from the get-go. Always watching everyone with shifty eyes and never saying much. Plus, sometimes, the way he looks at you, you could swear he was planning some weird Spanish Inquisition style torture shit. Bet he's got a Dungeon and into whipping or something. Creepers! But to have been the type of guy to get his rocks off arranging fuck sessions between two people, that was just some strait-jacket shit. And he's the Psych?
But I guess I've heard of some freakier shit. Like boyfriends who hid in closets while their girl fucked another dude, and even guys who sold their girl for money. So I guess what Jasper was asking for wasn't too crazy. But the second he asks to join, I'm out. Big Mike doesn't play doubles.
I just couldn't see how him setting me up to fuck that pretty brunette was what he needed to get the general a-marchin'. Why wouldn't he want to just fuck her himself? That made more sense to me. I mean, shit, she was good at her job.
But he said that sort of thing didn't turn him on. He just drooled over all the details I gave him of the event. And I made sure to give him all the details. Big Mike doesn't leave anything out. And yes, ladies, Big Mike would always kiss and tell.
I'd be shocked if he didn't pull out his wang while I was telling him all about it and rub one out. Sick bastard. It's always those rich, smart types that have the dirtiest fetishes.
Just look at his sister.
I knew I recognized her from somewhere. Jasper didn't work at the hospital where I worked; he only did weekend work about once a month. And I met him through Cullen. Once we decided to throw the bachelor party, I just knew we had to do it at Novolunie. It was the best strip club in all of Chicago and the chicks were top shelf, Patron in a sea of Cuervo. And when Jasper introduced me to his sister at Cullen's wedding, I thought she looked familiar, but I couldn't place it.
Then two weeks ago, Jasper called me up with the new "business" proposition and I gladly took it. Shit, seriously, three grand to go to the strip club, take my brunette in the back and give her a taste of the Big Mike, drop off a note, come back and tell him all about it, was fucking glorious. The only catch was if anything bad went down, I had to take the heat, whatever that meant. And he even made me sign a nondisclosure agreement; but, shit, for three grand each time he asked me to do something for him, I'd probably sign away my soul. It was like catching a fly ball, too easy. So after that first meeting, he loved the story about how I had the brunette bent backwards all over the place so much that he offered me the same deal. Only this time, all I had to do after I got my rocks off was talk to the one named Pixie and she would give me a code word or something, and I just had to bring that word back to him. This was easy money. And it was at that meeting that I took another good look at the pictures on his bookshelf and I realized that his sister was a dancer at the very same strip club.
What were the fucking odds?
I wondered if Jasper knew that his little sister moonlighted as Akasha—stripper extraordinaire. And little sis was very extraordinaire, how she got her rocks off having men ogle her like food and stuffing dollar bills down her g-string. I wondered if kinky fetishes were genetic in their family.
"How did it go?" Jasper asked from his big leather chair in his cushy office. The excited glisten in his eyes was sick. I bet he did wank off to my stories; probably doing it right now. Sick fuck.
"Good, man, I hit that shit hard," I told him. The vein in his forehead was bulging and I think he might have just growled at me. He looked pissed and I think I might have squealed. But that couldn't be right; I don't squeal, so instead I just coughed out the knot in my throat. Shit, what did I do wrong?
"You touched Pixie?" His words were like glass being rubbed into more glass with a rock. I cringed and had to look away. I quickly shook my head, peeking at him through my periphery and one open eye.
"No, man, she's not my scene—the brunette, Twilight. I mean, if you want me to hit that one it's not a big deal, but I thought the deal was Twilight?" I asked, confused if we were changing things up. His eyes slowly lost the fire, but that throbbing vein was practically cursing at me still.
Pushing the chair a bit further away from his desk, I sat back. This dude looked lethal when he was pissed. Creepers McGee. "No, I don't want you to touch anyone but Twilight."
I nodded my head, swallowing and turning slightly back toward him. But fuck if my hands weren't clenched to the chair, coiled and ready to run if he got all crazy ala Sling Blade shit.
That's what must have pissed him off: he liked that Twilight one and wanted to hear all about her, so it upset him to find out I didn't tap that. Weirdos and their specific tastes. Bet he was going to ask and come watch in person soon enough. Maybe I could do an audience? Hmm. I'd have to think about it more.
"It's cool, man, she's the only one I want. So yeah, Saturday she played a naughty nurse. It was fuckhott. I decided to take her from behind and I didn't even want her to take that outfit off. She was screamin' all over the place and telling me how she's never had it so good," I told him as memories of Saturday flooded my mind. The little outfit that when she bent over the arm of the couch didn't cover anything; the way she screamed my name and kept telling me how much she loved my cock. Oh, Big Mike had her.
"Aren't you a nurse?" Jasper asked.
"Yeah man, I work in the emergency room with Cullen. And you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about taking another nurse to the supply room. I bet Cullen dreams that shit up too, but he could probably get his smoking wife to act some pretty little scenes for him," I added. That new Mrs. Cullen was a ten. Cullen was a lucky bastard.
"I'm sure he does. Did you talk to the little one, Pixie?" he asked me, his eyes severely focused.
I shrugged. "No, man, I tried like you told me, but she didn't want to talk to me. All she said was 'swan' and then left. I don't think she likes me very much. We should probably stick to Twilight because I doubt that one would be as fun to hit."
The fire returned to his eyes and his fists clenched. He closed his eyes quickly and it looked like he was trying to control his emotions. This kid was all over the place. Maybe that was why he couldn't get the ladies and had to pay somebody else for him. I bet when he did get them, he couldn't get it up. I bet that was it. That has got to be it; otherwise, he would be hitting it himself.
A self satisfied grin plastered my face from figuring out his secret. This shit was juicy; I wish I could tell somebody. I mean, shit, how do you keep something like this to yourself? The big, powerful, rich man couldn't get it up and had to pay another dude to do it for him and then tell him all about it. This was like some fucking American Pie shit. I had gotta tell Eric, or at least what I could. Nah, he was cool; he'd keep it under wraps for me. After awhile, Jasper's words broke me out of my thoughts about how I could get Eric to figure it out without actually "telling" him.
"All she said was 'swan'?" His voice said he didn't believe it either.
"Yeah, man, 'swan,' like a fucking bird. You know those geese-looking kind?" I said, helping him out.
"'Swan' . . . hmm?" He was rubbing his chin and I didn't think he was talking to me anymore. Then after awhile of running ideas through his head, he looked up at me. "Thanks, Mike, that's all I need."
"Oh, right," I said as I got up from the chair. "You need me to go back next week?"
"No, I'll let you know when I'll need you again. Thanks. Oh, and Mike, remember our agreement," he said stiffly. I nodded as I turned for the door.
"Yeah, sure." I waved my hand behind my blond head as I left.
That meeting didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would. I still had a couple of hours free until I had to get ready for the night shift at work. I wondered what I could do to fill the time. Then another image of Saturday night's naughty nurse uniform came to my mind. I guess I could rub one out; it would take up some time and nobody loved Big Mike more than Big Mike. Entertainingly, I chuckled.
If the boys back at the Fraternity could see me now. They used to say majoring in nursing was a bitch move, but who's the bitch now?
~xx~
For an emergency room in Chicago, it was a surprisingly slow night. And that was never really the case for Mercy. Usually, if anything, you could count on at least one GSW or MVA. Maybe it was 'cause it was a Monday. This was pretty lame and it was only fueling my itch to talk about Saturday with somebody. Then like a sign from God himself, Eric asked what I did this weekend. Obviously, it was clear that I was meant to tell the story.
I went behind the desk and told Eric that what I had to tell him was in strict confidence and on a need to know basis only. That fool ate that shit up. Big Mike was the man. In hushed voices, I told him what he needed to know.
"You remember that girl from the club, the smoking hot brunette with the perky, full B cup?" He shook his head. "You know, the one that I told you I hit before?" When he still shook his head, I decided to get specific. "From Cullen's bachelor party? Her name was Twilight; she was wearing that black cape?" Finally light dawned in his eyes. And I was nodding along with him.
"Yeah, yeah, what about her?"
"I fucking tapped that shit again, twice this week, fool," I boasted, and his small, black Asian eyes widened.
"No fucking way?"Eric asked, and both his voice and eyes told me he doubted me.
"Yeah fool, I wouldn't lie; besides, she does that shit for a job." I shrugged. Now he really didn't believe me. He was shaking his head and pursing his lips.
"So you have to pay her . . . to you know . . . boink her?" My laugh filled the room.
"Eric, nobody says 'boink' anymore and, yeah, you gotta pay, but she's not too expensive. The girl named Autumn is the most expensive girl there," I said, remembering that she laughed at me when I couldn't afford her. Whore.
"So you paid to make love to her? I thought you were trying to save money to get a new truck?" I rolled my eyes at Eric. And it was then I realized that the kid was probably still a virgin, with his "never gonna get laid" glasses and a twenty-year-old comb-over. No joke, kid was twenty and he already sported a comb-over. Not to mention the kid actually had his pocket protector organized by pen height. Some dudes were doomed and whores were the only way to go. I wondered if I should bring him with me the next time I go to the club. Granted, nobody wanted to say their first time was to a "paid professional" but it was better than not having a "first time." I figured I'd take him. Big Mike would take him under his wing and teach him the ropes. It was win-win for him.
"Dude, it's not called 'making love' either. The words 'paid' and 'making love' should never go together. And I'm still saving for the truck. I didn't have to pay for her . . . per se." I raised a blond eyebrow at him to see if he caught my drift.
"What do you mean?" Damn.
"I'm saying I got a friend who's kinky and pays me to tap it and give her secret messages from him. Then he wants all the details. He's a sick bastard like that, but he pays good." I winked a baby blue at him and his mouth was hanging open.
"Really?" Man he was hanging on every word . . . .
"Yeah, the only rule is we don't talk about it and I can't tell anyone, and he pays me to have sex with her. Isn't that fucking awesome?"
"So is it like any girl, and then you just got to tell him about it later?" Eric asked in an excited tone, and I hadn't realized that our voices weren't whispering anymore. But that was okay, because Big Mike didn't care who knew that Big Mike was king.
"No, just her, just the brunette, Twilight. That's the only one he pays for me to screw. Sweet, right?" I wagged an eyebrow at him.
"Dude, that is so badass. Where did you mee—"
"Don't you two have work to do? Because if you don't, I'm sure I can find some for you. And maybe then you'll learn to keep . . . your . . . fucking . . . voices . . . down at work," Cullen growled from around the corner.
SHIT!
Both Eric and I cringed slightly in our seats at the threatening tone before turning in the direction of his voice, where he was standing over us to the right across the nurse's station. Crap, I had no idea anyone was listening. And he looked fucking pissed. I guessed he was the lead doc tonight and didn't want anything to make him look bad. But he was fuming so much that I swear it looked like his jaw was about to pop from the tension, and his eyebrows were like one fused together. Even his green eyes looked practically red with their fire.
"Sorry, Cullen, man, we were just catching up, you know?" I said conversationally, trying to tell him it was not that big of a deal.
"Get. To. Work," he gritted through that tense jaw. I practically ran from behind the desk. He looked like he was ready to kill somebody.
Ever since he came back from his honeymoon, he was on edge. It was like everything set him off. And I had no idea what his problem was. Everybody at work was starting to complain about working with him and he didn't seem to care. It just made him more of a jackass to others. All the staff was walking around on eggshells and it was ridiculous, as if our job wasn't stressful enough. I guess Mr. Wonderful had to come back and face reality. Maybe his honeymoon wasn't everything it was cracked up to be.
I smiled as I turned the corner away from Captain Buzz-kill. Guess not everybody could be as good or as lucky as Big Mike.
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