Assariyah (8 page)

“I’ve been waiting, what took you so long darling?” she asked him when she finally came up for air.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on here?” I asked, astounded.

“Oh I’m sorry Rose, this is my wife Tia.”

“Your wife,” I managed to blurt out. “What exactly is this?”

“Paul did you not tell her the plan?” his wife asked.

“Look I don’t know what is going on here but Isabella didn’t mention anything about a third party. I’m afraid I don’t get down like that, I’ll give you half of your money back but I’m outta here.”

“Paul do something,” I heard Tia say as I threw half of the money he had given me earlier on the floor.

I left them standing in the hallway and walked out on them closing the door firmly behind me. I ran down the stairs, praying that I wouldn’t break my neck in my six inch heels.

“Wait, please hold on,” Paul hollered out of breath as he caught up with me. “Please don’t go.”

“Give me one good reason why I should stay, Isabella didn’t tell me anything about this ménage trios shit.”

“That’s because she doesn’t know, I didn’t tell her. You see my wife has had this crazy fantasy for years about sleeping with another woman, it’s our wedding anniversary tomorrow and we couldn’t think of a better way of seeing it through.”

“Okay happy anniversary and all but y’all are gonna have to find another girl.”

“No, no, no you don’t understand we have been searching for weeks, looked at thousand of girls but Tia you know, she wasn’t satisfied until she saw your profile.”

“I’m honoured, honestly I am but I can’t go there.”

“If you stay I’ll give you an extra ten thousand.”

My eyes lit up, my palms were itching but there were some things that even I couldn’t do. I wasn’t down with the whole carpet munching shit. What Kinda person did I look like?

“I’m sorry Paul, I just can’t do it.”

I didn’t get very far up Belgravia Square before I decided to do a complete u-turn. I couldn’t say no to that sort of money and if I went through with it I would get back the money I threw on the floor before walking out. Money over everything I reminded myself before plucking up the courage to knock on their door. Paul opened the door, the huge smile across his face made me realise how important this was to them.

“Thank you,” Paul mouthed.

“Ten grand extra, right?”

He nodded, I’ll get it for you now and add it to the money that you left behind.”

That was music to my ears. Isabella knew nothing about the extra ten grand so she couldn’t tax that. All I had to give her was two thousand and I would pocket eighteen grand. Geez I can’t believe I almost walked away from money. Thank God almost doesn’t count.

“I’m so glad you came back, what can I get you to drink?” Tia asked.

“Nothing I’m good thanks.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure,” I replied, just wanting the night to be over and done with already.

She smiled at me seductively releasing her long red locks from the ponytail it was held up in. Tia undressed herself and knelt right before me. She leaned in and caressed my face. I didn’t know how to react, I was strictly dickly, this was a brand new territory for me but they were paying so I had to oblige.

“Beauty of a rose, so immaculate,” she marvelled as she ran her fingers across my lips. It was just too weird for me, being around her made me feel nervous. She pressed her lips against mine and sucked on my lips. Her heart shaped lips were soft and cushion like. She tasted like strawberries and smelt of Trish McEvoy Snowdrop and Crystal Flowers, one of my favourite fragrances. She had style, I could tell from the pristine decor in their home. I tried to distract my mind from the situation at hand by focusing on everything but Tia but that failed. Every time she touched me I felt shivers running through my body. The woman knew what she was doing, no ifs, no buts about that.

The next thing I knew she had me completely naked and was sucking on my nipples with varied intensity. No man had ever responded to my body the way Tia did, I’m not saying she was better but the feeling was different. I can’t really explain it but it was like she was in my brain and knew exactly where to touch, where to lick and just how much pressure and intensity to apply at the precise moment my body needed her to. She pushed my thighs apart placing them on either side of the chair and used her tongue to trace the outline of my pussy. Within seconds I was soaking wet. She was licking and sucking, biting and pulling, fingering me and rubbing on my clit. She brought out a different side of me.

The reserved girl that entered the room had been replaced by an untamed feline in the wild. She had me moaning like crazy, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I held on to the arms of the chair for dear life as she continued to tongue my pussy to death.

When Tia finally came up for air she stood in front of me and guided my fingers to her hot spot. I inserted two fingers into Tia’s wet pussy, she let out a soft moan.

“Ummmm that feels sooooo good, don’t stop.”

At that point Paul walked into the room, butt naked, holding his dick in his hand. He had been watching us. I had seen him looking through the crack in the door, he was bashing himself off which turned me on even more.

“You girls are putting on quite a show.”

Tia glanced over to her husband and signalled for him to come over. Without delay Paul placed Tia on all fours and rammed his cock into her pussy. The way she moaned made me feel jealous, I needed some cock in me too.

As I watched Paul fuck Tia I inserted my fingers in and out of my pussy vigorously. I wasn’t sure if she would let her husband fuck me but I needed him to. I licked Paul’s balls as he pumped himself in and out of Tia and to my delight he responded. He laid me down and fucked me missionary style on the floor. Tia not wanting to be left out the action sat on my face and I sucked on her pussy. Our moans filled the room as we continued to fuck each other. Our bodies shook uncontrollably, we had our own mini earthquake as we came one after the other.

I let Tia and Paul use me anyway they pleased and when my time was up I collected my belongings and wished them happy anniversary before I left.

Tia replied grinning, “Oh it’s not our anniversary but when it is we will definitely include you in our celebrations.”

They had tricked me but they had also treated me in more ways than I had bargained for, everything was even.

Chapter 9

Do you know what it feels like to be owned? Well if you don’t already know, I pray that you
never have to find out. I can only describe it as the most degrading feeling in the world. Imagine someone controlling your actions and emotions. Telling you how to feel and what to do, whenever they felt like it. In the end you only have yourself to blame because you allowed them to put a price on you.

You may have realised that I have only mentioned the perks of the job and the good times that I had but, as you know, everything in life has its good and its bad. I had been lucky that most of my clients were good people just looking for a great time but it only takes one person or moment to fuck it all up.

This next incident is really difficult for me to talk about but I feel like I need to tell you this. I won’t go into every detail because the memory is one that I prefer to keep etched in my subconscious.

It was just like any other booking. Isabella gave me the details and I showed up ready for whatever. With John Mews, like many other jobs I had done before there was no prelude to the show, it was straight fucking and I was cool with that. Sometimes I couldn’t stand the pretence or the small talk, racking my brain endlessly trying to come up with ideas for a stimulating conversation with a brainless mutt. At times it was really better to skip the talking and stick to fucking.

Unlike my other jobs where I was treated to the best of everything, John chose a rundown hostel for our meeting spot. When Dino first dropped me off, I asked him to double check that it was the right place and was horrified to find out that it was indeed. I was sceptical about going in because I had this stereotype in my head of hostels being filled with junkies running up and down with needles hanging out their arms. To my relief there was no sign of madness in the hallway as I headed to room number forty-five, but the closer I got to the room the more unsettled I felt. I never should have entered that room but I pushed all the eerie feelings I had aside, telling myself to chill and quit acting like a boujis bitch.

The door was slightly ajar so I just walked in.

“Take off your clothes.”

Those were his exact words to me, not even a hello. I laughed.

“Wow, you move fast,” I said, trying to ease the tension in the room.

“Take off your clothes,” he repeated again.

“Okay I get it you wanna get straight to business but nothing is going to happen unless I see some money first.”

“You’ll get your money later,” he scowled.

What a douche bag I thought. It was common knowledge that escorts did not perform until payment was sorted.

“No money, no action,” I said, teasingly, still trying to lighten the mood but his facial expression remained unchanged.

He walked over to a little stand across the room and grabbed a wad of cash and waved it at me.

“I’ve got money, now take off your clothes,” he said as he handed over the cash.

I took off my clothes and stood in the middle of the room completely naked. Even though I had been naked in front of men numerous of times, the way he glared at me made me feel very uncomfortable.

“You black whore bitch, don’t just stand there, put them on,” he said, pointing to the skin tight leather outfit with a matching face mask on the bed. The bed looked like it had been infested with a million and one cum stains and someone forgot to change the sheets. I spotted the whip on the floor. Now I was cool with role play but this shit was just way too much. He was taking this to a whole other level but, as they say, different strokes for different folks. I knew one thing for sure though, if there was any whipping taking place I’d be the one lashing out. My skin was way too smooth and beautiful to pick up scars over one dude’s freaky fetish. The quicker I got this over with the sooner I could get outta there.

“Arrrrrgggghhhh,” I screamed out in pain from the bastard pulling me down to the floor by my hair. “What are you playing at? I’m leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere, I’ve paid for you now I’m going to treat you like the tramp you are.”

His eyes were filled with so much fury and that really frightened the hell out of me. My heart was racing, something wasn’t right about this guy and I wanted out. I ran towards the door but he got there before me and blocked the exit.

“Move out my way,” I ordered.

“Or what, bitch?” he growled, slapping me across my face.

I cried out in pain, rubbing the side of my cheek.

“Just let me go please.”

“Be careful what you wish for whore.” He pulled a knife out of his pocket then pushed me down on the bed pressing the knife against my throat. “I’ll let you go to your maker but first I’m going to have fun with you.”

He unzipped his trousers and smirked at me as he slapped his dick across my face. Tears filled my eyes and started streaming down my face. I did not want to die, especially not like this, but the more I tried to fight him the more pain he inflicted on me. I tried to scream but he shoved his dick in my mouth to silence me. I bit down hard on his penis and watched him grimace in pain. This made him extra mad, he ran his blade all over me threatening to slash my face. He continued to slap me and choke me with his dick, making me suck him off against my will.

I needed this to be over, I couldn’t stomach this bastard being inside me, with every pump and thrust I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. He closed his eyes but never stopped yelling profanities at me. His eyes were closed but I knew that he could open them any minute so I had to be super quick. I reached into my bag which was on the floor and felt around for my phone and speed dialled Dino’s number. I prayed that he would be able sense that something was wrong. I never called him on a job but I needed him now.

“Please let me go,” I cried out loudly, hoping that Dino could hear me.

“Don’t worry as soon as I cum, I’m gonna slash you into pieces filthy whore.”

The torture did not stop. He was biting me, pulling and ramming his dick forcefully in and out my hole. Every time I thought he was coming the pain just intensified. It had been ten minutes or so since I called Dino but there was still no sign of him. I had given up hope that he would find me in time. I prayed silently in my head trying to block out thoughts of John shouting, “I’m gonna take pleasure in slashing you all over before giving you a golden shower.”

“You don’t have to do this,” I said, trying to reason with him.

He simply laughed at me and grabbed his whip, he was just about to hit me but the knock on the door distracted his attention.

“Rose, Rose, are you in there Rose?” I heard Dino calling out frantically.

“Dino help…” I started to scream but before I could finish, John began strangling me, cutting off my air supply.

“Shut up or I’ll kill both you and your friend.”