Forever Attraction (5 page)

Oh, hell, no! He did not just fucking talk to me that way!

“No, you don’t.” I snap. I’m done with this shit.

“Oh, yes, I do. I’ve had a tracker installed on your phone. Why did you think I gave it to you? I could have easily gotten your number using my connections. But, I thought this would be easier, and now I know the exact location of your apartment. It’s a cute little place. I’ve driven past it about a dozen times this week. Almost stopped a few times. Thought I’d give you time, but the time is up, Tylah. I don’t play nice when the woman I love and want, doesn’t want me back. I’ll make you want me. You will be mine. Alexis.” His tone is brazenly sharp. The confidence I’ve known him to have exudes from every syllable.

What did he did say? Fuck! He knows my name! What have I gotten myself into? Crap!

“How do you know my name?” I ask, worry and fear clinging to my every word.

“I’ve known your name for months. It’s my job to know everything about everyone I come in contact with. And, we’ve come in contact rather nicely.” I can hear the smile in his voice. My skin is crawling. “Listen baby. I love you. I don’t want to be a dick to you. I want to be together. I’m sorry I was rude. I shouldn’t have exposed all this through anger. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. But, I tried to get you to fuck me without a condom on. I took you out on a public date. Spent all that extra money on you. Offered to buy you out of this life by not having you see any more men. But, you’ve turned me down at every corner. I know you care for me. I can feel it when we are together, Alexis.” His tone is softer now and sweet. I want to gag. This whole persona Joseph created is fraudulent. I knew when all the hotel staff grimaced whenever I greeted them it was strange. But, now I realize he was hiding his true self. I couldn’t be more embarrassed by my actions. I can’t believe I didn’t catch this sooner. The extra money, the date, the romance, the dominance, talking down about his wife who seemed pleasant the one time I met her. All of it. Could I have been any more naive?!

“I’m done. Goodbye Joseph.” I mutter weakly and click end before he can respond.

I chuck the iPhone through the air and it smashes into my bedroom wall. Parts fly everywhere, landing on my floor in a splatter of electronic fragments. Then I dash into the closet pulling out armfuls of clothes.

“Becka!” I scream.

She comes running, stopping in my doorway.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her eyes wide with worry.

I’m breathing heavy. My adrenaline has pumped up, and I know, if I don’t get out of here in the next ten minutes, Joseph will be here in fifteen and I’ll have to face him. I can’t. This is finished. I’m done with him. I’m done with weirdoes. I’m done with Brian. I’m done with this life. No more. Never again. Sayonara. Bon Voyage.

I throw my red suitcase onto the floor and unzip it with speed I never knew I possessed.

“Yes… No… Shit… Joseph knows where we live, and he’s claiming me as his. He won’t take no for an answer. I’ve got to leave, and you should come with me. I’ll see if Brian can bump John to tonight, and then I’ll go to Lolita’s in the morning. It’s six already.” I pant talking fast, peering at the clock on my bedside table.

“Oh, shit. Okay.” She dashes from the room without question.

I stuff my clothes into my bag. I don’t have time to fold. I grab my other roller bag that’s also red, but smaller, and I stuff it full. I make sure to pack all of my toiletries and once I finish I throw on a pair of jeans, black leather ankle boots with no heels and a black hoody. I pull my long brown hair in a messy bun and nix my makeup regiment. Unlocking the safe in my bedroom, I grab a huge wad of my highest bills from inside and zip them into the deepest pocket inside my fattest purse. Throwing out all my condoms and lube to make room.

“All ready.” She pouts standing in my doorway in a red long sleeved dress, black heels, a small over the shoulder duffle, her purse and her lovely blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders. She’s sexy and I’m a damn slob. But, I don’t have time to chitchat or worry about my hideous appearance.

We exit the apartment swiftly and instead of going down the hill to Astoria. We go up it, and I wheel both of my suitcases behind me, my big black bulky purse slung around my neck. It’s a brisk early fall evening. But it’s tolerable. We hit an intersection, and I hail the first cab we come across. Money is not an issue tonight.

“Open up.” I yell, banging on the door and ringing the bell simultaneously.

“What are you doing here?” Brian asks, opening the door to us.

“Joseph is stalking me and I had to get someplace safe before he came to the apartment.” I explain hastily.

Brian moves to the side waving us in quickly. “Well get out of the hall.”

“Thanks.” I kiss his cheek, as I pass him, and tow my luggage into his living room sitting it against the wall. I drop my curvy butt onto the couch and take a much need load off, Becka finds a seat next to me.

My body has been running on high since I talked to Joseph nearly forty minutes ago. At first, Becka and I contemplated going to a hotel. But we both figured with Brian being our pimp he’d be worried so we came to the source of protection. Originally, I had to keep myself from going to Brad’s. Then, I decided against it. He doesn’t need to be roped into this psychotic world Joseph is playing in, and apparently, I’m the main attraction. Dammit! I knew he was too good to be true in the beginning. So much for a good regular. Apparently they don’t exist.

“Are you two okay?” Brian asks with obvious concern. His tone is sweet, but his face is contorted into something of a grimace. I’m betting there’s a colossal storm brewing inside of him right now. He hands us both bottles of water and lowers down onto the coffee table across from us. Wearing a pair of black high dollar fleece pants and an Abercrombie t-shirt. Brian’s a good looking average guy. But, right now, he’s my savior, and I love him even more for it.

“I’m fine.” Becka answers evenly, but the look on her face suggests otherwise. She’s in total shock. Her eyes big and wide, hands twitchy. She’s barely said two words after we got into the cab and mulled over our destination preference.

“Is John open tonight? I think we both could use the distraction, and I’m going to have to take a serious New York City leave of absence. Including this phone.” I hold up my other iPhone. If Joseph can track the phone he purchased, it’s only a matter of time until he finds somebody to either A; get my phone number so he can call or B; track the phone and follow me to the ends of the earth. I’m guessing the latter, because he was fairly certain he was going to win this little game he’s playing. The saddest part is I have to run from a client. Well, now, an old client. One that I actually liked a lot, but I’m definitely an idiot for feeling that. He has seriously scared the shit out of me. And, all I want to do is run to Brad and make him hold me and tell me everything’s going to be okay.

“I’ll call him.” Brian gets off the table and leaves the room.

Becka and I sit in silence for a while soaking up the eerie quietness of Brian’s upscale apartment.

“You’re on.” He says with an ear-to-ear smile, reentering the living room. The fire burning inside his eyes is down to a dull simmer.

“Sounds wonderful thanks.” I stand and make my way over to my luggage. I can’t very well go on my last job as an escort without something sexy on. I drop the biggest bag to the floor, unzip it and pull out a black long sleeve knit dress with my black heeled ankle boots and my pink Victoria Secret makeup pouch. I take it all into Brian’s half bath right off of his living room. It’s very well decorated like the rest of his apartment. Brian spares no expense when it comes to lush furnishings. This bathroom has taupe walls, bold rose prints hanging in black frames on the wall. The floor is travertine. Brian has impeccable interior design taste.

I tug off my casual clothes and get slutted up for my last hurrah. Ten minutes later, I’m done and tossing my barely worn jeans and hoody back into my suitcase.

“Ready?” I ask Becka, starting to feel better each second. There is something about dressing sexy to make a woman feel a whole hell of a lot better.

She smiles a real smile at me and stands, grabbing her purse. Thank God, she’s back. Completely in her sexy element. Ready to kick some ass and take names. Or kick John’s ass is more like it. He’s one kinky motherfucker.

I sling my oversized purse over my shoulder and pull out my large stack of bills.

“Guard these with your life.” I hand them to Brian.

“Not a problem. You be careful, and call if you two need anything.” He’s a little more over protective today than normal. I’m glad we picked his place to stay the night. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

“We will.” Becka says and leans up kissing our boss. Correction, her boss on the cheek and I do the same. I’m no longer a part of this lifestyle. After this evening, it’s straight laced Alexis. I hope I can pull it off.

We wave Brian goodbye from the door, and he shuts it behind us as we exit.

“Ready to meet your new favorite client?” I kid, walking next to Becka outside to hail a cab and head to John’s.

“Well hello, ladies.” John answers the door with a handsome yet naughty smile, in a pair of pajama bottoms and a white tee. His mix of dark and gray hair clashing sexily with his white shirt. He’s hot.

I peer down and John’s already up and ready for action.

“Hi, John.” I wink at him as I walk past him into his modern living room. Becka follows behind me and has yet to speak. This is totally unlike her. “This is Anne.” I introduce.

“Hello, Anne.” He smiles as his gaze noticeably carries up and down her beautiful body and stops at the mountains that are her breasts. Apparently approving of the goods she has to offer. I couldn’t be happier. Liking her will just make this transition even easier.

“Hi, John.” She smiles shyly and sits down on the black couch. Is this part of her game, or is she really being shy? What is wrong with this woman?

“Did you bring the toys?” I ask firmly starting my dominatrix act, pushing my chest out and glaring at him through narrowed eyes.

“Ye…e…yes. Mistress.” He stammers and gets down onto all fours into his submissive pose. His head tucked down, sitting back onto his knees. His arms at his sides. He’s not allowed to touch himself sexually on any terms unless I allow it.

“Good. Now have you been a naughty boy?” I snap harshly, as Becka sits on the couch observing me. Twirling her blonde hair around her finger.

“Yes, mistress. I’ve been a very naughty boy.” He whimpers completely turned-on and ready for me to punish him. I love how eager John is to fall into this roll as my submissive. He is the ideal for it.

“Then take off those ugly clothes and make mistress happy, slave.” I bark and he immediately scrambles tossing his clothes off as fast as he can, placing them into a pile next to him, resuming his submissive position. “Good. Now I want you to get me your toys. You’ve been a good enough boy to pick out what you want mistress to punish you with.” I order deeply. I can feel my pussy starting to respond. Not as much as usual but it’s hard not to when I’m making him do naughty things. I’m not going to allow him to touch me tonight, but I’m going to order him to perform some rather stimulating tasks on Becka. This should be fun. I steeple my fingers, leisurely pacing the room back and forth, as he quickly retrieves his toys for this evening. My brain is enjoying the much needed distraction from Joseph and Brad.
Brad
, miss him so much. Why did I make him wait an extra couple of days?

I shake my head clearing away the thoughts of my man.

John hurries back into the living room placing the toys gently beside my feet and resumes his position in front of me. His eyes fixated on the floor.

“Lay on your back!” I snap. He does as he’s told without a sound.

I turn my gaze to Becka raising my brow to her. “Anne, if you would be so kind of please take off your panties.” I instruct evenly.

She stands and pulls up her dress. I can see out of the corner of my eye John watching her every move. He must really like her. Hooking her thumbs into her red lace thong she shimmies it down her legs and steps out. Handing her panties to me she leaves her dress up, exposing her perfectly smooth mound. Even I find it beautiful.

I kneel down next to John and shove the crotch of her panties to his nose. “Smell that naughty slave. Do you like what you smell?” I impudently question.

He nods fast, deeply inhaling her rich scent. His cock is rock hard with his clear pre-come seeping from his large cock slit, cascading down his shaft.

“Anne, please stand over this naughty boy.” I point to where I want her positioned. Which is both feet on either side of his head, so he can look up and get a good view of her folds and wet pussy. She listens.

“What do you want, slave?”

“I… I” He gulps hard, stammering. “I want to…taste her.” He pleads sexed up, his hands balled into fists at his sides. His toned body, tight and ready for action. Becka opens up her stance further and lowers herself so her pussy is a foot from his face.

With widened eyes he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, wiggling it, trying to reach her without lifting his head. He whines when she stays suspended. A wide naughty grin perks up from the corners of her lovely mouth. Knowing full and well that this is driving him mad with lust.

I reach between her legs and run my finger up and down her slit gathering her nectar on my fingers, for show. His breathing kicks up as he starts to twitch with anticipation.

“Here.” I shove my juice coated fingers forcefully into his mouth for him to taste.

“Mmmmmm.” He groans in satisfaction as his cock jumps, revealing he wants more. So, I slide my fingers between her soft velvet folds swirling around her hole to collect the most moisture. She coo’s with delight at the pleasure I’m providing.

“Here.” I jam my fingers down into his mouth into the back of his throat. He gags for a second and then wraps his lips around my two pussy nectar soaked fingers. “That’s right suck my fingers you naughty slave.”

He nods, sucking with need. His eyes rolling back into his head completely submerged into his element of ecstasy.

Pulling my fingers from his mouth they leave with a
pop.
I lean down and press my lips to the outside of Becka’s ear, tucking strands of her blonde hair back over her shoulder. “Make him eat your ass.” I whisper so only she can hear me. She nods agreeing and lowers herself so her ass is on John’s face. Scooting forward she angles her tight rosette at his lips.

“You will eat her ass until she comes. Do you understand me?” I dictate with a dark lustful tone.

“Yes, mistress.” He says. It comes out all muffed with her ass pressed firmly to his lips. Becka rocks her hips to his tongue, and soon, she’s moaning loudly as I hear him slurping her hole.

“Fuck!” She groans, running her hands through her own hair. Tugging it as she arches her back, her body undulating atop of John’s eager mouth.

I take the time to gather up the toys on the floor. He’s brought out another paddle, a larger butt plug, a green vibrator and a toothbrush. Hum… Maybe he likes his asshole scrubbed, but I have a better idea for this. As he keeps devouring Becka’s smooth ass I make my way between his legs. Kicking them open so I can stand between them, and he begins to groan deeply as he sucks her hole into a climatic state. I drop to my knees between his parted thighs with the blue Reach toothbrush in hand. Grabbing the base of his cock, I pull it back so it’s standing straight up.

“Oh, yes, John, suck my ass.” Becka moans, her hips grinding urgently against his face. “Oh…yes…” she cries. I can tell she’s just about to come. “More. Suck it more!” she orders wantonly, reaching behind her and grabbing his nipple, twisting it. He squeals and she shudders. “Yes!” she screams convulsing, breaking into a massive orgasm, her hand latched onto his nipple, pulling it more and more as each completion wave crashes violently through her body.

Finished, she stands on wobbly legs and drops into a sated pile of sexiness on the floor next to him. He leans his head up watching me. His lips are red and there’s a shameless erotic snicker adorning his reddened face. As both he and Becka pant uncontrollably.

I swirl the end of the blue toothbrush around the head of his cock. He twitches from the direct contact. Slowly, I lessen the circles until the tip of the base of the toothbrush is resting right at the slit of his cock.

“What are you doing, mistress?” he asks with a hint of trepidation.

“Hold on.” I lay the toothbrush on the ground and grab the large pink butt plug and lube. I squeeze a fair amount on it and jack it up and down to cover its wide coned shape.

“Grab your legs.” I fiercely order and he does, pulling them up toward his face. Exposing his ass to me. I press the end of the plug to his asshole, slowly fucking it inside with shallow strokes. Opening him up for a perfect fit.

“God.” He breathlessly moans as I push it in further, fucking him with the plug. Fitting it all the way inside. I place the handle so it fits between his cheeks comfortably and release the base.

“Down!”

He drops his legs immediately, assuming a flat as a board pose on the floor with my body still between his spread eagle legs.

I pick the toothbrush up from the floor and go back to swirling the base around his thick bulbous cock head. He breathlessly moans and twitches with each teasing pass.

“I’m going to fuck your slit with this.” I press the edge of the toothbrush just slightly into the slit. He cries out in pleasure-pain. “Does naughty boy want mistress to fuck his slit?” I bark.

He nods rapidly.

“Tell me!”

“Please, mistress, fuck my slit.” He whines through heaving breaths, biting his bottom lip.

I press it into his pre-come oozing slit a little further and he bucks up off the floor screaming. I freeze inside of his cock.

“Tell mistress how this feels. I give you permission to talk dirty. Express yourself.”

I don’t want to hurt him. So, I need him to guide me.

“Oh, mistress push, it in. It feels so good.” He moans. I press the toothbrush down into his cock, my hand wrapped around his base. “More.” He cries out, his hands in white balled fists at his sides as his body starts to shake. “Oh, mistress, fuck my slit. Fuck my slit. I need to come.” He begs.

“You can’t come until I tell you.” I order. Fuck this is hot. I’ve never done this before. I guess it’s only right to go out with a bang.

“Yes, mistress, but please. I need more.”

I listen and start to fuck his slit with the toothbrush, his clear fluids providing enough lube to keep a nice motion diving the toothbrush tip down into his cock as far as I can push it and pulling back out. I increase the speed and his body convulses harder, his back arching off the floor as he moans inaudibly into the air, loudly echoing in the room. Becka is watching the whole thing and fingering her pussy on the floor next to John.

“Jesus, Ty, fuck his hole!” he moans, increasing the speed of her fingers inside her dripping hole.

“Mistress, I need to come.” He whines unable to sit still. I shake my head and he whimpers, holding back. I jab the toothbrush down into him and back out starting a fast paced rhythm.

“Oh, mistress. I need it. I need to come. Oh, fuck. Yes!” he cries out his face red with the need to be sated.

“Come!” I order.

And he does, jerking back and forth. I pull the toothbrush out and his hot white sticky come erupts violently from inside his slit shooting high into the air and landing everywhere. His cock jerks until the last bit of come is ejected, and I shove the toothbrush back in.

“Yes!” he moans pulling wildly at his hair, bucking his hips into the toothbrush handle.

“Come again!” I snap, making sure he understands I’m not waiting this time. I want it now. When mistress says come. She means come.

“Just a little more, mistress. Oh, yes, I’m almost there again.” He screams bowing his back off the ground, breathing raggedly.

I pump into his slit again, forcefully, this time and he freezes and cries out in pleasure as another jet of white spunk tries to break free of his cock, but I hold the toothbrush inside.

“Oh, fuck. Let it go. Let it go.” He wails in pain.

I pull it out and his come rockets out of his cock, and he moans in blissful ecstasy at the release of his seed into the air. It lands all over his body and floor.

Just as he finishes, Becka’s breaking into another orgasm, humping her fingers as she climaxes.

“Well, I think I’m done here.” I smile at them both. I don’t think I can go another round of this. I’m totally horned up, and I refuse to allow either one of them satisfy my urge. My core is pissed and my clit is headily throbbing.

“I’ll take over.” Becka stands up, and I nod. “On your knees.” She barks at John and he listens. I take a seat on the couch completely consumed by the need to finger myself. I bite my lower lip to change my mental focus to the pain and not the pulsing between my legs. My tight hole is contracting, begging to have something shoved inside of her. I take in a deep breath and settle down into my seat as Becka begins to pound John’s ass with the paddle.

“You, naughty boy, should be using a whip not one of these.” She spanks with a loud crack, hitting him across both cheeks. He winces, pleading for more through desire soaked cries. “Are you going to buy mistress a whip, naughty boy?” she asks him in a husky sexually charged voice. She’s enjoying this as much as he is. Degrading him is her calling.

“Ye…”

She cracks him again, and he yelps a moan through clinched teeth, wobbling, trying to keep himself up on all fours.

“What was that?” She pinches his side and slams the paddle back across his backside.

“Yes!” he screams as yet another smack reddens his flaming ass cheeks.

“Do you want to come yet, boy?” She pulls her arm back with the long wooden paddle, suspending it in the air. His body whimpers and shudders waiting for the pleasurable onslaught of exuberant pain. I watch as his lip quivers and gusts of air are blowing out of his nose with agony laden eagerness.

“Yes…” He says in no more than a light whisper.

“What!” she yells, caressing his ass with gentle tickling strokes using the tips of her fingers, teasing him, tormenting him, making him need more.