Chapter Two-Hundred and Forty-Eight
Jacob pushed the girl he'd come home with against the wall, sticking his tongue down her throat and his hand into her panties. "Quiero follarte hasta que no puedas caminar." He gasped, gripping the other girl's arm and shoving her into John's bedroom. "Get busy, Son!" He shouted, ripping the whore's clothing off and shoving her onto the sofa where he proceeded to bed her as if she were nothing but a toy to him.
The younger prostitute, hugged herself as she laid eyes on the blood in the dirt of the room. She couldn't see much since there was no light to speak of in the room, and all she could hear was a quite raspy breath from the darkest corner of the room. "Hello?" She asked, speaking in clear Spanish.
John coughed, pushing himself off of the cot and stepping into the glow of the moon. "Hey…" He wrapped a hand around his side, running a analysis on her. "Prostitution?" He asked, his Spanish perfect.
She nodded, taking in his beaten form and the way his muscles twitched and the hidden strength. "Yeah…" She pulled the clips from her hair, letting it cascade down her back and unclasping her lacey bra. "What is your pleasure, Sir?" She smiled, dropping the bra and pressing her bare breasts against his naked chest. "Roleplay? BDSM? Loud? Quiet? The choice is yours…"
John pulled her away from him, able to see hesitation in her eyes. "None. I don't want sex. And you don't either." He let her sit on his cot, listening as Jacob and his new toy started to get close to their climaxes. "So why do you do this?"
She bit her lip, unused to men actually caring about her. "I needed money for my family." She whispered, bowing her head in shame. "I want my sisters to be able to go to college like I wanted too."
He nodded, able to hear the all too familiar sound of Jacob's orgasm outside. "Listen, Jacob's never liked that I'm a virgin, but I have a fiancée and I won't cheat on her. If he thinks that I don't bang you, he'll kill my sister. So, this is what we can do." He pulled his boxers off, working a few broken pieces of stucco into a paste with a little bit of water and adding some of the nasty mouse guts to add a certain stink to it. "Smear this on the cot. Make it look like I ejaculated everywhere."
She nodded, knowing exactly how it looked when a guy was actually nice enough to pull out. "Then what?"
"I hate to say this, but get naked and crawl under the sheets." He poured the last of his water supply over his shoulders and his head, making it look like sweat. "Leave the acting to me, but remember that Jacob's a psychopath. If he asks you how I preform, tell him you keep it confidential with your clients."
She nodded, noticing that even though a typical man would instantly become hard at the sight of a naked woman in his bed, that John was still limp. "Thank you… for treating me like a human."
He nodded, letting her curl up with him. "People call me a demon, but I'm still human. It's just a matter of letting them see the real you." He relished in the warmth that had been denied to him for so long. "Thank you." He whispered, closing his eyes just so that he could pretend that he was with Claire.
"What for?" She asked, tracing one of the raised scabs on his back.
"I've been freezing my ass off for the better part of a month… it's just nice to be warm for a minute."
She smiled, holding him closer to give him even the smallest thing to enjoy. "I'm sorry your father is so horrible to you."
John jumped, closing his eyes half-way, adjusting his breath to sound labored as if he'd just let his balls be drained and he needed to recover from the deed. "Thanks… Dad…" He gasped, slipping his hand under the covers and pretending to play with himself and the girl.
Jacob sniffed the air, grabbing the blanket and jerking it off of his son and the young whore. "You pulled out?" He asked, chuckling as John's face reddened. "What are you? A fucking pussy?"
John dropped his gaze, as if he were ashamed of the act. "I didn't have a condom."
"She's on the pill kid." He slapped John's bare leg, throwing the blanket over the two before he left.
John winched, rubbing his palm over the red mark on his thigh. "What's your name?" He asked, letting her gentle fingers try to sooth the swelling mark.
"Reya…" She smiled, moving toward his neck. "Yours?"
"John." He lifted his chin, letting her give him a hickey just to make it more believable.