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Chapter 5 – Debt and Servitude

EPOV

Friday morning was a rough one. When I left Heidi's, I took the CD, the Rose, and the bottle of wine with me. I was still wearing the bracelet. Izzy really surprised me with the gifts. I put the CD in my car stereo and let it play over and over while I drove. I liked the music. Each song brought on a distinct memory of what Izzy was doing when it played. By the time I reached the Port Angeles city limit, I had a raging hard on.

In my mind, I was watching bad ass Izzy in thigh high boots and a big red ball posing for me and touching herself. I pulled onto a deserted street as Closer by Nine Inch Nails started to play again. I pulled out my dick and started stroking it. I closed my eyes and remembered how Izzy swirled and flaunted her pussy in front of me and how loud she screamed when she came. I was shocked when I shot cum all the way up on the steering wheel. Where the hell did all that come from? I just got off a couple hours ago!

I pulled into a gas station to wash up and grab some paper towels to clean up the car. The cashier was looking at my funny, so I bought a Coke so it didn't look like that was the only reason I went in there. After pulling out of the gas station, I tried turning it back to radio. The street light was red so I fiddled with the radio. I tried every radio station my car could pick up but all they were playing was crap. The light turned green, so I put the CD back in and headed on my way. Surely I would be fine.

It takes one hour to drive from Port Angeles to Forks. About ten minutes outside of Port Angeles, I was sporting my third hard on for the night. Hello!! What the hell are you doing down there? You should be out for the night!

I tried to ignore it, but the more the music played, the more insistent the big guy downstairs was becoming. I'm not trying to brag, but I have been in the men's locker room at the gym (the grown up gym, not the high school gym) and I have seen other guys in the shower (not that I was looking intentionally) and I can honestly say that my little guy's not so little. Why give him false insecurities? Wait a minute, do dicks even have insecurities?

I was about twenty minutes from Forks when I had to pull the big guy out. He was extremely uncomfortable being confined like that. As I drove I randomly ran my finger lightly along my length to sooth the ache.

Ten minutes to Forks and my fingers were lightly circling the head of my cock. I was imagining how it would feel to have Miss Izzy licking my cock with the tip of her tongue. How good it would feel for her to tease me by circling around the head of it before taking it in her mouth and sucking it. I bet she gives really good head. I bet she could take me all the way in her mouth without choking.

Five minutes to Forks, my thumb brushed over the tip of my dick and found a drop of pre-cum. I spread it around the head and started stroking myself slowly, lightly. I was in no hurry. I would be home in just a few more minutes. I could wait. In my mind Izzy was on her knees slowly sucking me and moaning. It's amazing that I didn't wreck the car!

As I pulled into the driveway, I shoved my dick back in my pants and headed for the door. My fantasy had shifted and now Miss Izzy was stretched out across my body, sucking my cock while I sucked that beautiful clit of hers.

By the time the front door was all the way closed, I had my pants around my ankles and was furiously stroking myself. My eyes were closed and I was licking my top lip pretending it was her dripping wet pussy. I let out a loud moan and a shot cum across the marble tile in the foyer. Where is all this shit coming from? I was always a guy that trickled, I was never a shooter. Now, not only am I shooter buy I can shoot three fucking times in one night! THREE FUCKING TIMES!

I staggered into the kitchen for some paper towels and something to clean the floor with. Once the floor was cleaned up, I promptly passed out on my bed. I didn't even bother getting undressed or getting under the covers. I slept so hard I drooled a little and I just don't do that shit!

I awoke to the sound of banging on my front door. Half asleep, I stumbled into the living room. Something had better be on fucking fire! I unlocked the deadbolt and the door shot open almost hitting me in the head.

"What the hell, Edward! Are you still wearing the same shit you had on yesterday? When did you get home? I saw your car was still missing when I went to bed last night. You went back out there, didn't you?"

"Fuck you, Jasper. It's none of your god damn business where I was last night." I mumbled heading back to my room.

"Hurry the hell up! We have to get to work. Hey, what do you have to eat in here?" He said as he proceeded to raid my refrigerator.

I took a lightning fast shower, almost killed myself shaving, didn't even bother with my hair and grabbed the first thing I could reach to wear. I was completely dressed and ready to go in eight minutes. Not too bad, if I may say so myself. Jasper had just finished making peanut butter toast and pouring himself a glass of milk for the road when I stepped out of the bedroom.

"Hey, before I forget, I brought you something." He tossed something to me. I reached up and caught it without paying attention to what it was. "Alice just got in a big shipment for some place in Seattle. They delivered too many, so I grabbed one for you." I looked down at my hand and realized it was the same lube they have at Heidi's Parlor. "Since you swear you're not getting blown at that strip club, I figured you could use it. You don't want go and develop calluses on your junk from yanking too much. Women hate that shit."

I sat the bottle on the kitchen counter as we headed out the door. "Jasper, only you would be concerned about me developing calluses on my junk." I said with a laugh.

"What are friends for? Hey, did you mop the foyer? It looks cleaner than it did yesterday. Your kitchen floor still looks dusty as hell but the foyer looks great!"

I ignored him and made a mental noted to mop the kitchen when I got home today… and to hide the lube… in my bedroom… in my nightstand… with a spare washcloth or two. We climbed into my car to head for school. When I turned the key in the ignition, music started blaring in the speakers… "I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside…" I hit the eject button on the CD player. There was no way I was going to be able to listen to that music on my way to the school with Jasper in the car! I shoved the CD into the center console and switched the radio to one of the talk radio stations.

"Geez, Edward, what the hell did you get all over you car?" Jasper said pointing to my steering wheel. I looked down and realized that I had not done a thorough enough job of cleaning it last night in the dimly lit gas station parking lot. It looked… crusty. Apparently the paper towels did a good job of spreading it out, not absorbing it up.

"I spilled something." I said, drawing a blank as to what I was going to claim to have spilled. Instead I tried changing the subject. "So, what's Alice been up to?"

"Oh, shit! I am so glad you asked that. I was supposed to tell you on Monday that Alice went ahead and booked the hotel in California. She picked a nice one. I figure since we are riding together and splitting the cost of gas, it would be ok to splurge on the hotel. If we can find a fourth person it will be even better. I originally asked James, but he backed out. Do you know anyone else that's going? I hear Jessica dropped out too."

Jasper was talking about spring break. Earlier in the year, the school district was offered a great deal on a cruise to the Mexican Riviera over spring break. Since so many people were expected to be going, the cruise line offered us a really good rate, the only catch was that the cruise sailed out of Los Angeles, California. We had to get there before we could leave on the cruise. It was going to be too expensive to fly, so we decided to drive. According to my estimations, it was going to take about 20 hours if we drove straight through. Alice insisted that we break it up and spend a night in San Francisco since it was almost half way to LA.

"Are Emmett and Rose going?" I asked.

"Naw, they're staying here to work on the house. You know she has an entire list of things she wants him to do around the house that week."

"Sucks to be him." I said with a smile. "I don't know. I guess we can ask around. Did Alice tell you how much the hotel was going to cost?" I was mentally calculating how much money I had in the bank.

"She may have, but you know I don't pay any attention to that shit. She said she emailed the information to you."

"Jasper, you are teaching Algebra. You majored in mathematics. Why does your wife keep the checkbook, pay all the bills, and budget all the money?" I said as we pulled up into the school parking lot.

"Simple, my good man, I keep her smiling and she keeps the bills paid." He said with a wink as he got out of the car.

Even though it was Friday, and I started the day in a rush, I was feeling pretty good. I was still wearing the bracelet Izzy gave me but no one could see it hidden under my long sleeved shirt. Throughout the day I would pull my cuff back slightly to peek at it. It was black leather and very masculine looking. It didn't look kinky or anything like that, it just looked stylish.

During my conference period, I took the time to pull up my email. I never checked this thing, so it was full of crap. I finally found Alice's email. Sure enough, she sent it on Monday afternoon. Her email included a very detailed itemization of expected expenses, a map, menus for restaurants along the way, even estimations on gas prices. We would be taking my Volvo, so she accounted for where along the route we needed to stop for gas and everything. One thing about Alice, she is thorough!

At the bottom of the email was the grand total. It was bigger than I expected. I closed the email and went onto the internet to check my bank account. People don't get a job teaching for the money. They do it so they can make a difference; well that's why I did it anyway. I was lucky enough to have a wealthy family. My father is a world famous surgeon and my mother specializes in building and home restoration. Between the two of them, they have plenty of money.

My mother's parents were also wealthy. When they passed away, they left half the money to their only daughter, my mom, and the other half to their only grandson, me. I receive the money in quarterly payments from my trust fund. This started when I turned 21 years old and will last until I turn 58 years old. I'm not trying to sound morbid, but by then, there is a distinct possibility that I would have inherited some or all of my parent's money. With this in mind, I decided that I would rather do something I enjoy rather than something that pays well.

I had grown accustomed to receiving the quarterly payments. I guess you could say that I didn't pay much attention to the balance in the bank. By the time it got low, more money was deposited. Either my trust fund deposit would come in, or my salary for teaching. As the online banking site displayed my recent account history, my jaw dropped though the floor. I had a grand total of $82.65 in the bank! What the fuck is going on? This has to be a mistake! I printed the last six months worth of statements and shoved them into my desk drawer. I would have to look at them more closely over the weekend. There had to be an error in there somewhere. It was only the middle of February. I should still have at least $3,000.00 left in the bank!

Kids were starting to show up for class so I had to switch back into 'teacher mode'. It was hard to focus on teaching when my mind kept going back to the papers in my desk drawer. I gave the kids some easy assignments and sat back down to figure out how I was going to pay for this trip. It was coming up in three weeks (the second week of March). I wouldn't get my next trust fund payment until April 5th. The school paid on the 1st and 15th of each month. Since today was the 17th, I would only get one more paycheck before the cruise. The problem was that my house payment came out of that paycheck so there would be very little left over. If I could make it to the first, I would have enough money for gas and food until spring break, but there was no way I could afford to drive all the way to LA, stay in a hotel in San Francisco, and eat or drink anything along the way.

If I could just get to and from LA, I would be fine. I had already paid for my ticket for the cruise. I had also already booked my excursions, so I didn't need to worry about those expenses. All the food on the cruise is free. I would have to pay for my drinks, but that wouldn't be a problem. I could go the entire cruise without drinking anything but water. I guess I didn't have to buy any souvenirs.

Worrying about my money situation had me distracted the rest of the day. By the time the final bell rang, I was in no mood to deal with people's shit. I grabbed the statements from my desk drawer and headed for my car. On my way out, I passed Bella and Jasper talking. As if to taunt me, Bella reached in her purse and proceeded to start counting out a wad of cash and handing it to Jasper. What the hell! Even the Librarian has more money than me and I'm the one with the fucking trust fund!

Jasper shoved the cash in his pocket as he climbed in the car. "Good news, my man. I have just found our fourth! Bella bought Jessica's cruise ticket from her this morning. When I found out about it, I asked her if she wanted to carpool with us to LA and back. I had Alice send her the details and she just paid me for her part of the hotel room."

She had enough money on her to pay for her cruise ticket and hotel? What is wrong with this picture! I know for a fact that I make more money than she does, even without the trust fund. How does she do it? Maybe she still lives at home with her dad. Maybe she doesn't have a car note. Maybe she doesn't spend a shit load of money in gas driving to Seattle so she can spend even more money watching… Shut the fuck up! Don't even go there!

"…so that leaves you, bitch!" Jasper rambled.

"What the fuck are you saying, Jasper?" I said irritably.

"If you would get your head out of your ass for two minutes, and actually listen, you would have heard me tell you that you only have to pay half of the hotel room. When Alice ran the figures, she accounted for us having one room and you having the other. The hotel is booked solid. Since Bella is coming with us, she is going to share a room with you. Don't worry; it has two beds in it! She will also be helping out with the gas, so that will save even more money. Alice is going to re-run the figures tonight and email them out to you and Bella. Anyway, Bella has already paid for her half of the room, so you need to dish up the money for your half."

"Oh… Um… Give me a few days. I'll have it to you next week." I said glancing at the statements sitting on the back seat.

"No problem. Just get it to me whenever."

We drove the rest of the way home in silence… well, I think it was silence. I really wasn't listening. When we pulled up at the house, I mumbled something to Jasper along the lines of "See you tomorrow" and headed inside with my bank statements.

Three hours and four beers later, I was pacing my living room cursing myself for needing stupid things like food. If I didn't have to spend so much money eating, I would be fine! Well I could always stop going out to see Miss… Don't even go there! That is not an option! Shit, maybe Jasper's right! Maybe I am addicted!

I turn on my computer to see if Alice had emailed the revised cost estimate for the trip. When my email popped up, I had received two new emails. The first was from Alice. I opened it and read through her figures. It did go down some, but nowhere near enough for me to be able to afford it. Maybe I should cancel. I could come up with some reason why I can't make it. Maybe I can call my dad and ask him if I could borrow some money. No, that wouldn't work. He would insist on combing though my expenses trying to find out where I was wasting all my money or accuse me of picking up a drug habit. When he saw how much money I spend at Heidi's he would not be happy!

You know what they say about speaking of the devil…The second email was from Heidi's Parlor. I was half tempted to just delete it, but I noticed my name in the subject line… "Contacting Mr. Cullen"

Hmm that's strange. I opened the email. It was a letter from Heidi:

Greetings, Mr. Cullen,

This is Heidi, from Heidi's Parlor. I have tried to contact you by phone, but apparently I have a bad number for you. An opportunity has presented itself and I wanted to discuss something with you. Can you please call me as soon as you get this message? I believe you will be pleased with what I am going to offer. This has the potential to be a lucrative arrangement for all parties involved. If I don't hear from you by Monday at noon, I am going to have to give the opportunity to someone else.

Sincerely,

Heidi

That was strange. What on earth could she be talking about? I looked at the time on the email. It just came through two hours ago. I pulled out my cell phone and made the long distance call to the number listed in the email.

"Heidi speaking. How may I help you?" She sounded like a phone sex operator. The big guy downstairs perked up a little. Easy boy, we don't know what's going on yet!

"Umm… Hello. This is Edward Cullen. I received an email." I sounded like a dork. Not just any dork, a fourteen year old dork… a horny fourteen year old dork… calling a girl's house.

"Ahh, yes, Mr. Cullen, I am so pleased you called. An opportunity has presented itself that I thought you might enjoy. You see, Miss Izzy has agreed to do another group performance for us this coming Tuesday." My chest clenched. How much was this going to cost me? This addiction shit is expensive!

She paused a moment then continued. "This will be a dual performance. I don't believe you have attended a dual performance yet, have you?"

I cleared the lump out of my throat and said, "No."

"Well they cost three times what you are currently paying for your solo performances." Shit! There is no way I can afford this! Why can't this shit happen after I get my next trust fund check? "You are aware of what dual performances entail aren't you?"

"I would assume it means two people are performing at the same time."

"Not exactly, the two people are not just performing at the same time, they are performing together." Holy shit! My Miss Izzy is going to be performing with some guy! She will be fucking some guy in front of an audience! "I have two gentlemen that work for me, Mr. Cullen. One of the men is unable to make it that day and the other… Well, let's just say, she is not his type. Anyway, the performance is completely sold out, so I am forced to either bring in another male performer, or go with plan B."

"Plan B?" I asked nervously. That didn't sound good.

"Yes. My husband Aro has performed in the past. He would step in, if necessary. This is not the preferred arrangement, since he is technically their boss and it would be considered inappropriate for him to perform with one of his employees."

"I see." I said, still not sure where she was going with this. "So if the show is completely sold out, how may I help you?"

There was a pause then she said, "Have you ever considered performing, Mr. Cullen?" WHAT? "You are a very attractive man and you apparently have good… stamina. You are not what I would consider… small."

"Wait a minute! How would you know about my stamina and my… size?" In my mind I was picturing the viewing room. Was there a hidden camera in there somewhere? Did they have me on tape? This shit had better not end up on YouTube!

"I listen in on the performances from time to time. Most men can't hold out as long as you can. In one of the performances, you compared yourself to Miss Izzy's toy. Were you lying when you said you were bigger? There is no shame in it. Many men say things like that to impress the ladies."

"You heard that? Um, yes… I mean, no… I mean… Yes I was telling the truth and no I was not lying." My heart was about to beat out of my chest and the big guy downstairs was standing up like he knew we were talking about him.

She giggled softly, "I didn't think you were lying. On several occasions, you have come into the parlor, on your way to your performance, semi-erect. Even then, you are larger than the average fully erect man."

I didn't know what to say. "Um… thank you?" If the big guy could, he would be strutting around posing in the mirror.

Heidi and I continued to talk. She told me that she thought I was the best choice to perform with Izzy because I was very familiar with how she looks when she is aroused, how she likes to be touched, and how she sounds when she's close. This knowledge would allow me to better respond to her needs.

I told Heidi that I was concerned that someone would recognize me. She assured me that we would use a fake name and told me how we could go about disguising my identity. By the time we got off the phone I had an appointment to go see a doctor in Sequim for a complete physical and blood work first thing in the morning and I had a stage name, Dante… as in Dante's Inferno, because I was surely going to hell for this shit! Oh, did I mention I was getting paid to do this?

I spent the evening debating whether or not I could actually go through with it. What if I mess up? What if I have performance issues and can't get it up? That would be humiliating! By morning, I had stressed about it so much that I was sick to my stomach. The drive to Sequim wasn't too bad. It was just past Port Angeles. I found the address pretty quickly. It was in a small building off the main highway. I was a little early but decided to go in anyway.

The nurse behind the counter handed me some forms to fill out and a few minutes later escorted me to an exam room. She weighed me, checked my blood pressure and drew some blood. She told me that the Doctor was with another patient and would be in shortly. I had just picked up a magazine someone had left in there when the doctor came in. She looked miserable. She was extremely pregnant with bags under her eyes. She had her hand on her back and waddled as she came through the door.

"Good morning Mr. Cullen. My name is Dr. Harrisburg. I believe Heidi sent you for a physical, correct?" She said with a forced smile. She looked exhausted.

"Yes." I said looking at her huge stomach. I had never seen a pregnant woman with a stomach that was quite so big.

She patted her stomach and said, "Twins."

"Really! Wow! When are you due?" I couldn't help ask.

"We are inducing on Monday. I believe that is why you are in here. Heidi said you were going to be covering for my husband, Adam… I mean Marcus." I am sure I had a confused look on my face. "My husband works up at Heidi's. He performs under the name of Marcus. He should be here in any minute. He thought you might want a few pointers. This is your first time, isn't it?"

I couldn't believe she was being so straight forward about this. "Um, yes."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll do fine. Well, let's get you checked out."

She proceeded to give me the standard physical. Nothing new here. When it came time to drop my pants for the "turn your head and cough" moment, I suddenly felt a little insecure about my… big guy. I don't know, I guess it's just a strange guy thing, but knowing that she was married to the other guy that worked at the club had me wondering how I would… measure up, so to speak.

Noticing my hesitation, she said, "Come on, you can't tell me you're shy! Don't worry, I have seen them all."

She was right. If I couldn't do this for the doctor, how was I going to be able to do this at Heidi's? I took a deep breath and lowered my pants. I noticed a slight smile and she said, "Nice" under her breath. I pretended that I didn't hear her, but inside I was thinking "Did you hear that Big Guy? She said you were nice!"

When I was done, she took off the gloves and said, "Do you have a stage name yet?"

"Yes. Heidi said I should go by Dante"

"That is a good name for you." She smiled. "Well, just so you're aware, I have also examined Izzy and she had a clean bill of health. You should still wear a condom. I know it doesn't feel as good, but it's for the health and sanity of both parties involved."

"I understand." I said nodding my head.

She looked at her cell phone and said, "My husband is here. He would like to have a word with you. He and Izzy are friends. I think he's just trying to make sure everything goes well for her. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all." I said standing up and following her out of the exam room.

She led me out to the reception area and introduced me to Marcus. He wasn't bad looking. He wasn't GQ or anything, but he wasn't bad. We walked down to the coffee shop on the corner to talk. He explained that he was going to be busy with his wife and new babies so he wouldn't be able to do this performance. He said Izzy was only doing it because she needed the money. He told me how I should dress and what to expect. He told me that I should not try to talk to Izzy at all. I needed to keep in mind that this was not personal. This was a business arrangement and that was it. The less we talked, the easier it would be on both of us in the end.

I was relieved to hear that I was not expected to dance around or do anything seductive. I was just a prop… that's it. She would entertain the crowd. I was to sit there and let her try to seduce me then, when she was ready for me, I was to "seal the deal" and that's it.

"Once it's over, you need to wait until all of the curtains are closed before you leave the room. You will go to separate dressing rooms and you probably won't see her after that. Heidi will pay you in cash and then you can go on about your business. There's no need for awkward conversations or anything. You just go your separate ways. Neither of you needs to know each other's real names or how to contact each other because Heidi handles all the transactions, so it stays very cut and dry."

He made it sound so simple. I was glad that he had taken the time to explain it to me. Now the only question was whether or not I could actually go through with it. Could I have sex with Izzy and stay completely emotionally detached or would I end up with a broken heart and a crushed ego?

A/N – Happy Tuesday! Howdy y'all! (I can say that… I'm from Texas). I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Naughty Secrets. Just to get it out there… I do NOT encourage anyone to pleasure themselves while driving! 1) It is dangerous! 2) It is illegal. 3) There are traffic cameras all over the place! Don't think that crap won't turn up on u-tube!

I wanted to take a minute to thank everyone who has submitted reviews and to all of you who are following the story. Just out of curiosity, I counted how many of you have this story set up in your alerts or favorites. (I didn't go digging, they email me every time someone sets it up, so I just counted my emails.) I was shocked to find that this story has more than 230 people following it now. Honestly, I never expected to have more than maybe 10 people that would be interested. (I guess there are a lot more perverts out there than I originally thought – Wahoo!)

None of this would be possible without the hard work and encouragement of my beta, Vicki aka NoWayWithWords. She has been the driving force encouraging me to finish the story (so far, it is looking like it will be 22 chapters + an epilogue). I hope you have the patience to see it through to the end.

Thank you for reading. – A Little Distracted

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