I'm gonna tell you a story... but you have a choice...
Read, and have your life changed forever... or turn away now...
You asked for it.... But I can't keep this in my head anymore...
Here is my story....
"God! Can't you wait!" I screamed down the hallway.
"Hurry up Isis!" Mom yells in return. God, she was SO impatient.
I quickly grabbed my bag, full of different skimpy outfits, slipped my heels on, and grabbed my sunglasses… Yes, I knew it was night time. And yes, I was in a skimpy tank-top and mini-skirt. Even though it was November 29th. I knew all this stuff. But this is how I got my- our food. It was my job.
When I got into the car, Mom mumbled about why she ended up with the weird daughter of the neighborhood… Why did she have to suffer? She asked herself. Why did I have to be different?
Well, it was because she was on probation, she couldn't get a job- but I could. She told me to go to the local bar, and see what was the job opening. The opening- a hooker. Mom signed me up straight away, saying someone needed to provide for her and I, and it sure wasn't going to be her. And anyways, I was the one with the perfect complexion, body figure, and outfits. So, today I start my job.
"Ah! Hello Isis!" The manager said to me, trying to flirt. He whistled when I walked by to put my stuff down.
"Hi. And please, don't flirt with me. I'm only here to get money for food. I don't want to be here." We glared at each other.
"Goodbye honey. Have fun!" Mom winked at me. I groaned. She was always doing that.
"Anyway. I'm Lyle, the bar manager. And your Isis. First thing first, I have to know what you've done as past jobs."
"I… didn't have anything interesting. Worked at a corner store. That was it…"
"Have you ever done anything like this, maybe not as a job, but, anything?"
"No. I'm also a virgin."
"Humm… Interesting. I guess I'd rather you be a teaser."
"A teaser?"
"A take home stripper…"
"Oh. Sure. Why not?"
"Okay… Here's tonights customer. His name is Ace. You're supposed to be there for about six hours. Okay?"
"Sure…" Suddenly strong arms wrapped around your waist. You tried to turn around, but the holder wouldn't let you.
"Awww, I can't let you see me. It'd ruin the surprise- and the fun."
"Ummm… What ever." I struggled a bit, but his grip just got stronger. Someone blindfolded me, and I was carried to a car. Apparently I was knocked unconscious. Cause that's the last thing I remember before waking up…
"Ahh. You're finally awake. I was wondering when you'd wake up." I looked around for the voice, quite nervously I might add. "Ha. You're not that quick are you?"
I looked straight ahead to find a teen looking straight at me, right in my eyes. Suddenly, his lips crush mine, and I fall backwards, with him crushing me. I tried to push him away, but his bodyweight is just too much. All I can do is struggle. So, I do.
He pulls away from me, but keeps me pinned down. "Sorry bout that."
"Get… Off… ME!" I grunted. "Leave me alone!"
"Sorry… Can't do that…" He kissed me again, this time passionately. I didn't recognize the teen, but he looked my age. His medium length black hair, with side swept bangs, he had deep blue eyes big and round. His freckles outlined the bottom of his eyes, which were engulfed with thick eyeliner. His tongue slides across my lips, wanting entrance, but I refuse. He grabs my arm, and squeezes, but I just close my lips harder. Finally, I have to open my mouth, and his tongue slips in and starts to stroke mine.
He pulls back again, and I start gasping for breath. He smiles, and puts his under under my shirt. I have to admit, it did feel kinda nice… I moaned once.
"Hummm… That's interesting." He said, staring into my eyes. "I didn't think you'd like this… You need to loosen up!" He said in a fun-like manner.
"No! Leave me alone!"
"Why? You seem to like it." His hand slithered up a bit more.
"No." I struggled a little more. I didn't help. He pushed down on me even more. Something hard rubbed against me. "No…" I repeated, a bit scared.
"Why not?"
"I'm not ready."
"Ready? Like, this'd be your first?"
"Yes…" I squeaked. His hand went up and under my bra, seductively and slowly rubbing me. I cried a little. I didn't want this. He did, but I didn't…
His lips went onto my neck, where he sucked and left hickeys. He tongued my neck, stroking it, looking for a soft spot. When he found it, I cried harder. He kept probing it, licking it and then nibbled it a bit. It was bliss, but he didn't have permission. Suddenly he got off me. I opened my eyes and looked at him, standing there, hands over his face in distress.
I took the moment to sneak towards the balcony. I got there and looked down. It was about fifteen feet drop.
"You wouldn't try it." He said, making me jump. "You wouldn't end your life, not now. I won't let you either."
"Wha- what? What do you mean, you won't?" I said looking down. I wanted to so bad.
"I won't let you." I looked back at him. He was in that same position, facing away from me. I quickly got onto of the balcony and jumped. Then everything went black.
~Three hours later~
"Hello! … How are you? … I'm doing horrible!" Someone said as everything started coming in blurry vision. I tried to sit up, but the person next to me kept me down. I turned my head to look over. It was Ace, the guy who rented me for the night. He was on his cell. "Okay… I gotta go… Bye!" He hung up. "Sorry about that." He kissed me so deeply, my mouth opened in surprise. His tongue slipped in again, stroking mine. His hand reached up my shirt and unclasped my bra. He turned my body to press against him. His hand rubbed me again. I pushed away, and fell on the floor, but only after smashing my shoulder into a glass coffee table, and getting cut badly. I cried put but then bit my lip, hard. I cried as he just stared. He was sweating really bad, like as if he was fighting an urge to do something. He pulled out his cellphone and called someone. He then didn't look at me, but jumped over the couch, and nearly ran to the door, waiting for his friend. I knew he didn't call 911, it was too short of a phone call. I slowly got up and went into the bathroom, which I found to my left down the hall. I took a small towel a clean the bleeding wound, still crying, only this time out loud, and then wrapped my arm with it. I wrapped it tight, hoping to stop the bleeding. Then I cried.
I first heard the two sets of foot steps getting closer to me. I quickly climbed into the bathtub and lied down flat, hoping he, they, wouldn't hear or see me.
"Where did she go?" Ace demanded.
"I dunno. Oh, look, blood." The person with him stepped into the bathroom...
To be continued if I get enough good reviews......
