CARTER’S POVPunch.The sound ricocheted throughout the gym room.I needed to stop thinking of her. Fuck! Now I was thinking of her, again.Punch. This one was much louder, harder.Why the hell could I not stop thinking of her?Why was she all up in my head like a children's rhyme, stuck in my brain? She was like an imprint in my head and tried as hard as I could, I still could not completely get her out of my head. She was all that I could think of. Only thoughts of her woke me up daily. They were with me even as I went about my day. Those same thoughts of her lulled me to sleep after every exhausting day. And it should not be so because she was supposed to be my pawn in the game between my father and I. She was supposed to become my victim, one that I would use and break beyond any form of redemption.And here I was now in my private gym on the underground floor of my apartment. I have been trying my best to get her out of my mind to no avail. I had tried different means, be
CARTER’S POVTwo whole hours later and yet it was still safe to say that I was yet to still not get any tangible work done.It is still safe once again to say that I could not also get any form of sleep despite how much I tried.I was stuck on Alvira with the whole of my mind, body and soulSo it was no doubt surprising when I was there three hours later still angrily tossing and turning and unable to find any bit of sleep. How was I supposed to focus on anything when I could barely do no quite right without my mind drifting back to her. I sat up and went to bed and reached for my mobile phone. I meant to use it to distract myself, but I ended up fiddling with the electronic device. And for a while I questioned myself on whether I should call her or text her, leaving a short message. I wondered also if I should just ignore her and continue to keep up my act.In all honesty, the past eight days have been torture while I was going through the motions of going to work and back and num
CARTER’S POVEverything felt unreal.That was because for the third time and hopefully the last time, ladies and gentlemen, it is safe to say that for the first time in a long time that I, the mighty Carter Blane, had two sexy women stark naked in front of me with little to no response from me. There was no familiar rush of blood to my member, no familiar rush of want and desire, no familiar need to have my cock in them, pumping and thrusting till I would come deep inside of them, my thick cum filling their hungry pussy to the brim.And, I felt a tad bit embarrassed about the fact that my member was unable to function in their presence. Okay, maybe it was a lot of embarrassment. I still can't believe that no other woman was capable of making me feel so much and also feel so little at the same time. However, because I am Carter Blane and because I never let myself get embarrassed, I decided to make do with exactly what I had. But that was a story for another day. Right now, I was do
ALVIRA’S POVWell, recently, my previously boring life has been going rather smoothly, or as smoothly as it could go. It had received more spice since Carter came into it. So far, Clarissa and I have found many other ways to cheer me up and get me to stop thinking of the name that will not be mentioned. It has been ten days since Carter and I had had our last disastrous meeting that had left me so sad that I would still wake in the night thinking of that monstrous thing and later cry myself to sleep every night. What did I ever do to have to go through all these with him? Was all this just a game to him? Did he ever mean the words he said to me? Why did he have to make me question everything I ever believed in? How could he do this and subject me to such emotional turmoil?I sat on my makeshift desk and looked into the screen of my laptop. We were having another class and I was struggling to try to make sense of why Carter just had to make me feel so less of a human being. He
ALVIRA’S POV I shivered as the evenings cool breeze chilled my bare arms. I was going to work in a night club, for the first time in my life. This was would even be my first time of being in a nightclub, but I really needed the money, my friend – the only person I had in the world, Clarissa, was sick, and I needed money for her treatment. She had fought me over going to work at a night club, not minding that she was the one that was sick, and she was the one that needed the money. According to her, the nightclub was no place for an innocent girl like me. But, heaven knows I had no other choice other than being a stripper. However, age had helped me dress. Helping me strap my red lacy push up bra that made my boobs jut out in a way that really embarrassed me, making me blush. I was wearing a very short skirt, and fishnet garters that even made me feel more exposed, yet Clarissa had taken one look at me, and said I still looked ‘too innocent’ My work at the club, as the manager ex
ALVIRA’S POVI could feel the tears fall freely now as I got home, despite the fact, I enjoyed everything that happened between Carter and I at the night club.But, the memories from three years ago came crashing in, harder, stronger. I had been outside, trying to get to my rundown home in an equally run down neighborhood quickly before the heavy rain that was brewing came pouring down, and I decided to go through an alley that was a short cut. I could still remember the sound of the rain, the smell of wet pavement, cigarettes, and dirt as powerful arms held me down, hurting me, violating my body. He had kissed me, and his mouth had tasted vile, making me feel like gaging, but I suppressed the urge to throw up. I needed my mouth to breathe, as my nostrils did not seem to get enough air. I shivered, then hugged myself as I finally got to my house. That had been three years ago, and in another neighborhood, another state – so why did I still remember that night so vividly immediate
CARTER’S POVThinking of the little stripper that took the other day, I took long drag while I smiled as I felt the immediate effect slamming against my brain. Life was indeed good. One of the blonds behind me – sherry, or something like that, snaked a hand across my shoulder, curving her thumb, and attempting to take a sniffer of my product. I smacked her hand, and laughed when she whelped."Sorry Sherry. Only good girls get this stuff. You have to prove yourself first.”I watched as a look of pain entered her eyes, and I got easily annoyed. These whores were the same. Always getting hurt for stupid reasons.The whore turned her eyes up to mine, batting her fake lashes. “I’m Sharon, not Sherry.”I hissed, getting annoyed. “Well Shay, I’m already bored with you, leave my mansion now.”Tears immediately filled the whore’s eyes as I called my guards to throw her out. They didn’t even let her put on her clothes, and I had to laugh as I watched them throw her out naked – then I also asked
CARTER’S POVGetting to the club, I downed a shot of whiskey as I thought endlessly of my father’s word to me. Then all of a sudden, I noticed Alvira was no where to be found.For no reason, I became worried and began searching for her with a scattered gaze."Where is the new stripper girl?” I asked one of the stripper lady in nude."I don’t know who you speak of Mr. Carter,” she responded and with a disdain look, I permitted her to leave without a word to her.It’s rather stranger getting worried about a common stripper girl but something about her seem different.Was it her first time doing this job?Her lips tasted so innocent and without experience.All of these thoughts kept raging in my head. But then I remembered my father’s words to me."Isn’t this a blessings in disguise?” I murmured silently, lost in my thoughts. I mean, my father had asked me to find an innocent, vulnerable girl, make her love me, and then break her heart brutally.Making little Alvira my lab rat in gettin
ALVIRA’S POVWell, recently, my previously boring life has been going rather smoothly, or as smoothly as it could go. It had received more spice since Carter came into it. So far, Clarissa and I have found many other ways to cheer me up and get me to stop thinking of the name that will not be mentioned. It has been ten days since Carter and I had had our last disastrous meeting that had left me so sad that I would still wake in the night thinking of that monstrous thing and later cry myself to sleep every night. What did I ever do to have to go through all these with him? Was all this just a game to him? Did he ever mean the words he said to me? Why did he have to make me question everything I ever believed in? How could he do this and subject me to such emotional turmoil?I sat on my makeshift desk and looked into the screen of my laptop. We were having another class and I was struggling to try to make sense of why Carter just had to make me feel so less of a human being. He
CARTER’S POVEverything felt unreal.That was because for the third time and hopefully the last time, ladies and gentlemen, it is safe to say that for the first time in a long time that I, the mighty Carter Blane, had two sexy women stark naked in front of me with little to no response from me. There was no familiar rush of blood to my member, no familiar rush of want and desire, no familiar need to have my cock in them, pumping and thrusting till I would come deep inside of them, my thick cum filling their hungry pussy to the brim.And, I felt a tad bit embarrassed about the fact that my member was unable to function in their presence. Okay, maybe it was a lot of embarrassment. I still can't believe that no other woman was capable of making me feel so much and also feel so little at the same time. However, because I am Carter Blane and because I never let myself get embarrassed, I decided to make do with exactly what I had. But that was a story for another day. Right now, I was do
CARTER’S POVTwo whole hours later and yet it was still safe to say that I was yet to still not get any tangible work done.It is still safe once again to say that I could not also get any form of sleep despite how much I tried.I was stuck on Alvira with the whole of my mind, body and soulSo it was no doubt surprising when I was there three hours later still angrily tossing and turning and unable to find any bit of sleep. How was I supposed to focus on anything when I could barely do no quite right without my mind drifting back to her. I sat up and went to bed and reached for my mobile phone. I meant to use it to distract myself, but I ended up fiddling with the electronic device. And for a while I questioned myself on whether I should call her or text her, leaving a short message. I wondered also if I should just ignore her and continue to keep up my act.In all honesty, the past eight days have been torture while I was going through the motions of going to work and back and num
CARTER’S POVPunch.The sound ricocheted throughout the gym room.I needed to stop thinking of her. Fuck! Now I was thinking of her, again.Punch. This one was much louder, harder.Why the hell could I not stop thinking of her?Why was she all up in my head like a children's rhyme, stuck in my brain? She was like an imprint in my head and tried as hard as I could, I still could not completely get her out of my head. She was all that I could think of. Only thoughts of her woke me up daily. They were with me even as I went about my day. Those same thoughts of her lulled me to sleep after every exhausting day. And it should not be so because she was supposed to be my pawn in the game between my father and I. She was supposed to become my victim, one that I would use and break beyond any form of redemption.And here I was now in my private gym on the underground floor of my apartment. I have been trying my best to get her out of my mind to no avail. I had tried different means, be
ALVIRA’S POV“ALVIRAAA!!” I jumped up out of the bed and ran out of my room and into the living room, a bath in hand as I looked around for any possible threats but there was apparently no one in sight. I looked around just to be sure, my guard way up as I skimmed everywhere for any possible threats. Seeing none, I looked over at Clarissa whose eyes were glued to her laptop, a glass of tea next to it. I walked up to her, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light from the screen. I still found it hard to adjust to the brightness of her screen. It was always on the highest level. It was a surprise she was not blind at this point. “‘Rissa, what is the matter? Why are you screaming my name this early in the morning? The sun is not even out.” I groaned, rubbing my eyes to shake the sleep from them. That did not work though. “Oh! Come on. Don’t be so dramatic.” She said, waving her hands to dismiss me. I scoffed. I was being dramatic? I was not the one who was screaming the house down f
ALVIRA’S POVIt has been two weeks since that very disastrous date and Carter is yet to call or text or even show up at my door. I have to admit, a part of me missed him and was in despair that he had not initiated a call or even made any effort to reach out to me. I could not count how many times I had run to my phone once I got a notification hoping and wishing it was him but only getting disappointed that it was just something else and not him. Clarissa had made me promise that I would not be the one who initiated contact and all I can say is that it has been hell trying my hardest to keep to that promise. But I understood where she was coming from. I needed to make sure that he knew that I could live life without him and I could see how that was aimed at making me more confident but with every day that passed without a call or text from Carter, I felt my heart break down a little more. It hurt to realize that I was so dispensable that he could go days without talking to me or
ALVIRA’S POVI cried. I cried for myself. I cried because of my situation. I cried for my past. And I cried for my life at that moment. Why couldn’t I just get some peace and clarity in my life, you know? “It’s alright.” Clarissa cooed. After a few minutes of crying and Clarissa trying her best to console me, I sat up, detangling myself from her. I looked down at my hands that were fiddling with themselves on my laps. “Talk to me, what happened?” She asked once again. I took a deep breath and looked up at her. “We were supposed to go somewhere serene and just have some food and drinks and come back home, you know? We went over to one of his restaurants downtown and went up to the last floor just so we could be alone and just have our dinner. We were enjoying ourselves and just enjoying each other’s company on the drive there, but as soon as we got to the restaurant and on the elevator, it was like he had changed from the kind, loving and carefree person to the cold hearted, dista
ALVIRA’S POVLunch was delicious. ‘Rissa and I had taken turns making lunch and we had ended up on the couch with our food and drinks on the table. We were back to watching our reruns of Teen Wolf. These were the times I always looked forward to. We were three episodes in when she suddenly started talking. “You know,” she started, picking up the remote and pausing the movie while turning to face me. I also turned to face her. “You have not really told me how your date went last night.” She said, I looked down, my mood suddenly turning sour as my mind once again subconsciously went back to the night before. “You don’t have to blush. And yea, I know. I saw your note on the table before I went off to sleep in my room. I must say. I am kind of digging this new style, you know? Spontaneous night dates and hangouts. It’s like you guys are sneaking around to get the best of the night life without being scared of what might happen. I like that for you.” She rambled. I raised my head to
ALVIRA’S POVWhy do I have to have the worst fate when it comes to love? I thought to myself as I sobbed in the confines of my room. To think I was so stupid to think that Carter and I would ever amount to anything. That he would care for me to the point of according to me the decency of respecting me in public. I think back to the dinner we just had. It was surprising how he had gone from sweet and caring to me to being a total douchebag. Even going as far as openly flirting with that ugly looking stupid bastard lady of a waitress. Okay, I may have over exaggerated this. She was pretty, had nice toned legs that were not too thick or too thin, with perky breasts, from what I saw when she flashed them at Carter. Her face looked clear and she had a level of confidence when she walked. It was like she knew people were paying attention to her. I groaned, turning over on my bed, my eyes finding the little starry lights I had placed on the ceiling. I sighed once again. I guess I was not