Chapter 9 - Correct Coffee
"Wake up in a dream frozen fear all your hands on me I can not scream I can not escape the twisted way you think of me I feel you in my dreams and I do not sleep ... "
I wake up from the dream Frozen by fear All your hands on me I can not scream I can not escape your thoughts sick on me I hear you in my dreams and I do not sleep..."
- Snow white queen, Evanescence (2006, The Open Door)
Allison entered the unknown big room without hesitation, following the signs. When she was there, she took only a few steps inside, looking around. She noticed immediately that, although it was morning, there was a strong electric light illuminating all the surrounding space, as a soft background music echoed between the walls. Allison didn't recognize the song and looked around in search of the device that allowed the reproduction...
The huge room, however, seemed totally empty.
"Hey..." a deep voice from behind made her jump.
It took about ten seconds for her to recover from the shock, then she turned around, smiling "Hello there".
The man was very tall, with a broad and squared face, long black and shiny hair. Under the tight jeans and white t-shirt, his body looked like a bundle of muscles disproportionately inflated, probably the result of gym and definitely something else...
Just disgusting...
The man smiled at her and she reciprocated. Then, in a flash, he approached her and Allie felt his hot breath on her right ear.
"I'm Harry...".
Allison tried to pretend with her whole being that that closeness was causing her pleasure "My name is Evy, but you can call me whatever you like".
She had met a few men that weren't fazed by that phrase, therefore she always used it. Usually they were excited at the very idea of being able to choose the name of that little doll. Equivalent to 'Do whatever you want with me'.
"Is it ok 'bitch'?".
Allison was dumbfounded for a moment, trying to recover.
'Classy...'.
A few times she had been dealing with customers like him, usually that kind of people loaded prostitutes from the street, yet it had happened. And it seemed she was going to relive it now.
"Of course".
Harry smiled, Allison noticed two dimples in his cheeks that contrasted with his figure. While he kissed her neck, still without touching her, Allison realized that the room was not completely empty: she saw in the distance a bed and an old stereo (that poor music could only come from there), which seemed more likely piled in a corner, unused.
Harry lowered her right strap, simultaneously with the bra, licking her shoulder. She stared at the blank wall in front of her, she liked that situation less than usual.
"So, you do not like me, bitch?".
Allison shook herself from her thoughts and caught the kind words of Harry as an invitation to perform better. After having given him one of her most mischievous glances she was able to do, she shortened to a minimum the distances, joining her body completely to him.
He began to stroke the edge of her jeans, whispering nonsense.
"And what makes you think that?".
He felt Harry flinch at her touch, letting him believe of being flattered.
Suddenly she realized that, given how things were going, that guy might even force her to do it on the floor, which, she observed, was far from being clean. She walked away slowly, trying to conceal her intentions, taking his hand. Harry, he was almost in her hands, she could feel it, followed her.
"Where are you taking me, bitch?".
That epithet that he inserted in every single sentence directed to her was pissing her off a lot. She tried not to think about his sweaty hand and his eyes on her lower back, she couldn't see him but she could have sworn, and dragged him to the bed. Arrived at their destination, she dropped his hand and turned to him, tilting her head, putting a lock behind her ear sensually.
He devoured her with his eyes.
"Lie down, Harry"
The man obeyed, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, as if waiting. While Allison, accompanied by a sense of nausea for herself and for her job, was thinking about what would have liked more to that disgusting human being, like every other man who paid for her, but he preceded her.
"I want you to undress for me, bitch".
Allison clenched her fists before smiling mischievously.
'Of course, asshole'.
Harry leaned towards the stereo, increasing the volume and changing track. Allison didn't recognize the song not even that time.
She began to sway to the rhythm of music, slipped off her shoes and dress in one move, slowly, in rhythm with the music, remaining in her underwear and black lace bra. She took off the rubber band that held her hair in a ponytail, looking at his chest and smiling, always.
Harry peered at her, looking very pleased with every part of her body, not sparing even the smallest bit of skin.
"Completely, bitch".
Allison felt a shiver down her spine, and it took all her strength to continue, impassive. Trying to appear sensual (she knew bastards that when they weren't satisfied, they could make you lose your job), took off her bra, then her panties. She stood there, completely naked, under the black eyes of Harry with their terrible eager look.
'Please stop staring at me'.
"And now come here".
Allison, impassive, as If it didn't give her absolutely annoyance but enormous pleasure, approached him, crawling on the bed. She unbuttoned his pants, then slipped her hand inside, before taking away his underwear, ordering her hands to stroke him and helping him to take off his t-shirt.
Lying down, she invited him to lie above her, stroking his hair as she licked her body.
When she felt him, when she felt his erect member (every single time she found herself thinking that there had to be something more disgusting) slipping inside her violently, she shuddered, closing her eyes. She tried, as always, to get away from that dreary reality and take refuge in a place, any place, as long as different.
Slowly she didn't hear the loud and pathetic music in her hears, she no longer felt his tongue on her breasts, no longer his warm hands on her hips, no longer his breath on her face, not his revolting moans, no longer his body moving ruthlessly inside her...
'Why?'.
Yeah, it was exactly that stupid question that came to her mind, for the umpteenth time, in that moment of reflection.
How was it possible that she had ended up in that state? How she had got to the point of having to sell her body to men, even the most squalid, just to earn the minimum required to live?
She didn't know how she had got to that state...But she feared that she wouldn't have been able to make it. She suffered too much.
She needed a change, a radical change, she needed a new future, a right future, she wasn't sure she could keep living that life.
It had been only one day, just one miserable day, three years ago, for her life to change radically.
She managed to remain in that state for a few minutes, isolated from her terrible fate. But then, suddenly, everything broke.
"Bite me, bitch".
Harry whispered, too busy to possess her to find a stronger voice. Allison felt a strange feeling: repulsion, pain, frustration, disgust, anger, hatred...
'With pleasure, motherfucker'.
She bit his shoulders, then his chest, then his neck. She bit him with anger and contempt, with the intention of hurting him, sometimes succeeding. And when he cried out, whispering to her to do the same, asking her If she was enjoying it, and using the usual epithet other times, she had to shout.
It was a cry of despair, mixed with that tiny dose of damned pleasure that her body felt without her consent.
She felt him go limp on her, before going to sleep deeply in less than a minute.
A tear gleamed across her face as she tried not to vomit.
TBC...