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Authors: Glenna Maynard

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I lower onto his lap pinning him
down with my legs as I push his head back and begin to grind on him. He raises
his head back up looking me directly in my eyes as he reaches around my back
and unhooks my bra with one hand. Okay, he wasn’t shy, and this definitely
wasn’t his first time.

I catch my breath. This is not what I was expecting. Not that I hadn’t
messed around with customers before but this was different. I craved this
stranger’s touch and I am willing to take anything he will give me. I want to
massage my fingers through his hair. I want so badly to remove the mask to see
his full face.

  
I reach my hand up when he
catches me by my wrist stopping me. “No touching,” he speaks so low it is
barley a whisper. I gasped, damn what a turn on, I try reaching for his hair
with my other hand when he stops me again. Roughly he tells me again, “No
touching.” I’ve never been told no before but I like it. Then he smacks my ass
and hard. Oh, he knew what he was doing.

  
“If you disobey, I will punish
you,” he scolds me.

  
“Maybe I like being punished,” I
breathe.

 
  
“I bet you are a naughty one,” he groans.

 

He has no idea…

    
He removes my bra completely
and takes one of my breasts into his mouth while caressing my backside. My
wrists are still being held by his other hand. Wow is this really about to
happen? Yes it is, good thing I locked the door.
 
By this time the song has stopped and I don’t
think he notices. He is so engulfed by my breasts. When he lets go of my wrist
I wrap my hands around his neck and inhale his scent. Which is short lived when
he growls, “Enough,” into my ear and smacks my ass even harder than the first
time.

  
He gently slides me off his lap
throwing my bra at me, and then he is gone.

  
What the fuck just happened? I
asked myself.

  
I was horny and madder than
hell! How dare he play with me like that! But did I really have the right to be
angry? I do the same to plenty of men nightly.
 
He probably gets his kicks by working women up and then leaving them
hanging. What an asshole.

    
I put myself back to rights
and went returned to work. The rest of the night passed in a blur. I couldn’t
stop thinking about blue eyes and the way he smelled, his scent was a mix of
liquor, winter fresh and Nautica sport. And I didn’t even know what his face
looked liked, and I was ready to sleep with him in a matter of seconds. I had
completely forgotten about Jaxson Hayes too.

Bummer!

   
I woke up the next day feeling
like I had been to hell in a hand basket. That’s the thing with speed, more
times than not I can’t bear to wait to crash, so I bring myself down with
Xanax. I probably should eat something but the thought of food just makes me
want to throw up right now.

 
Coffee was what I needed and a
shower. I don’t have to go in to work until
seven
thirty
; I should have plenty of time to meet up with Evan. He and I
usually meet near the dam at Percy Priest
Lake. There’s a real quiet picnic
area secluded near the edge of the woods. I have only seen one other couple
there and they were smoking a joint and clearly not interested in us. Why would
I meet a dealer in the woods alone you might ask? I used to fuck Evan so it is
cool.

  
Sometimes I still do, if I’m low
on cash and need a quick fix. Did I dream of growing up and whoring myself for
drugs? No! But I made my bed and everything comes with a cost. I learned early
on in life nothing comes free, my parents taught me that. You learn fast when
you are the daughter of a lawyer and a real estate agent.

Chapter Two
 
 

Old habits die hard…..

     
Pulling my VW Jetta next to
Evans Harley, I get out and practically run down the beaten dirt path to find
him. I am in need of more and my fingers are starting to twitch. My palms are
getting sweaty just thinking about it.

   
And there he is, Evan, he’s
leaning against a post near the edge of the water and he looks pissed. Great he
is going to give me a hard time. Things have been tense between us lately he
wants more than I can give. I can’t tell him where I’m working at now. I don’t
want him showing up and getting me fired like the last time. Evan knows were not
together but that doesn’t stop him from trying. Even pissed he looks good, and
he is wearing the holey jeans I love and a black tank showing off his tattoos
and some real shit kicking riding boots.
 

     
Pushing his sunglasses from
his hazel eyes onto his shaved head he closes the gap between us.

   
“You’re late Gracie.”

   
“Sorry, long night,” I
apologize.

  
“Where are you working these
days?”
 

  
“You know me Evan, here and
there, a little of everywhere.”

  
“Never give a guy a straight
answer still, I see,” as he tokes one last draw of his cigarette before
flicking it on the ground.

  
“Can’t we skip the pleasantries
and cut the shit. I have your money.”
 
I
pout, biting my lower lip. “Do you have what I want or not?”

  
“Gracie you know I don’t want
your money,” he hooks his fingers into my shorts, jerking my body into his.

  
“I swear Grace, when I look into
your eyes it’s as if things could go back. What happened to us babe? We were so
good.” He leans down planting a kiss onto my forehead.

 
 
“Evan I’m not here to discuss us. I’m not
ready and I’ve got places to be.”
 

   
A few months ago I might have
jumped back into his arms but things were different between us now. Evan had
hurt me and there was no going back. Even if my body was calling out to him, my
mind was set. There was no future between us. But that didn’t stop me from
dropping down right there and taking him into my mouth.

  
“Damn it Gracie,” he groaned
while grabbing the top of my head and pushing his length further down my throat.

  
Yea, Evan wanted me bad and I
was just enough of a bitch to use it against him. I cupped his balls as his
length throbbed and continued to play him. It didn’t take long until he was
coming down my throat.

  
There is just something about
the possibility that anyone could walk up on us that turns me on.
 
And as quick as it started it was over. Evan
used me and I used him. I got my speed and didn’t have to give him a penny.
Guess I could buy those Jimmy Choos I’ve been wanting after all. In life you can
either be the predator or the prey and I would much rather be a predator.

 

Working Girl

.

     
Eating greasy pizza before
work probably wasn’t the best idea but I needed something on my stomach.
Another side effect of speed is loss of appetite. Not that I am complaining.
It’s just some days I have to remind myself to eat.

   
Tonight I get to wear my school
girl outfit and do my hot for teacher routine. It is one of my favorites and
the men love when Jocelyn smacks my tight ass with her big ruler.

 
 
“Gracie all your outfits are so great, Ritchie
should hire you to dress all of us for the Halloween party.”

  
“Thanks Stacey, maybe you should
mention it to him.” She was, after all, boning him. Stacey was great to work
with and she was the leggiest blonde I had ever seen in all my life. The girl
could do serious work as a model. Why she chooses to work here is beyond me.

  
“Want me to bring you a shot
before you go on?” she asked.

  
“Yes please and make it a lemon
drop.”

   
You would think with so many
girls working together it would be a total bitch fest but most of the girls are
really great. Jocelyn gushed to me about what we would wear every chance she
got at work that night. I barely could escape her to go to the bathroom. I may
choke her before the next six weeks pass. She is clinging to me like I am her
last life line. It annoys the shit out of me. I don’t do close with anyone. Not
anymore.

   
Another hit of speed and I’ll
be good. Hope we have a good turnout tonight. I took my shot, adjusted my
skirt, if that’s what you wanted to call it and headed for the stage.
   

  
Looks like a typical Saturday
night crowd, probably lawyers and rich college guys.
 
After doing a couple of private dances, I
worked the floor mingling and getting guys to buy me drinks.

  
Once again I am approached by
Mr. dull green eyes the creepy shoulder licker. Then he slips me a card and
whispers, “my friend asked me to give this to the lady with wings.” He walks
away.

  
That was weird, hmm... Never
mind he is referring to my angel wings tattoo. I tucked the card into my bra.
If Ritchie saw he would be pissed. House rule number one; do not exchange
anything with a customer.
 

  
Except maybe saliva!

  
But I kept that thought to
myself.

  
I’m scanning the room for that
messy black hair and those electric blues, but no luck.
 

 

Oh shit!

   
Ritchie was approaching me and
he didn’t look happy, his mouth is set in a hard line. He saw me take the card
I just know it.

 
“Grace I need to speak with you
in my office.” He demands in a firm tone.

  
Great! Here it comes; he is
going to fire me. I sit down in one of the chairs facing his desk mentally
preparing myself to fight for my job but his tone shifts.
   

   
“Grace you are one of my best
girls, and I know you are usually off on Sundays but I have something special
planned,” he states calmly.

   
I let out the breath I was
holding and I wait for him to continue.

  
“I have a photo shoot lined up
for you. I have everything set up and you will be paid extra. I need to get some
promotional ads for our big Halloween Bash. Be here tomorrow around one.”

  
“Thanks for selecting me,” I all
but gushed at him.
 

  
I escape Jocelyn and duck into
the bathroom. I don’t want her feelings to be hurt that I was picked to be in
the promos. I find myself crushing another hit of speed. Wouldn’t you know I
need something to cut my lines!

 

Shit! Shit! Shit!

  
Then I feel the card from
earlier poking my nipple. The card! It will have to do. I pull out the white
card and it is blank. Flipping it over, I see a message. It reads, “thank you
for an excellent time, give me a call anytime you want to grind,” with a phone
number. Guess I made an impression on blue eyes.

  
Finally home and I am still too
keyed up. My apartment is small but nice enough. I live in a decent building in
Hermitage. It isn’t Brentwood but it is within my
budget.

   
I really didn’t want to take
another Xanax and risk feeling like shit all day especially since I’d be
working. I was prescribed them for the anxiety I developed after my father
passed away, but I rarely take them.

   
After several boring flips
through the TV and a few minutes on the internet, and an internal debate to
call or not to call. I gave in and called.

 

Blue eyes….

   
After four rings, I was about to
hang-up when I heard a deep rugged voice answer. “Hello.” His voice sent chills
through my whole body. I couldn’t find my voice. What is this stranger doing to
me?

   
“Um hi, I got your message.”

  
He chuckled, “ready to grind so
soon?”

  
“No. I don’t usually call
strangers I meet on the job. And you did leave me hanging last night,” I
pouted.

  
“Did you call to tease me then?”
he whispered.

  
“Maybe I did.” I let out a gasp.
“I’m not sure why I called to be honest,” I admitted. “What’s your name?”

 
“Why don’t we start with your
name instead and then you can tell me what I should have done differently,
since you say I left you hanging,” he playfully suggests.

  
“My name is Grace but my friends
call me Gracie,” I answer trying to keep my cool.

 
 
“So Gracie what should I have done differently last night?”

  
“You should have punished me,” I
whispered.

  
“If I had you here with me now,
I would take you over my knee,” he said full of promise.

  
“And your name is?”
 

  
“Tonight isn’t about me. And I
did love the way your legs looked in those green heels tonight.”

  
“I knew you were there,” I
accused.

  
He laughed, “I saw you looking
for me but I had to go, or trust me I would have approached you myself. I
wanted to make sure you got my card though.”

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