Collateral Damage

I was eighteen and an orphan with no degree, when a middle aged man came up to me at an alley while I was puffing on my second cigarette, and he gave me an offer that was going to change my entire life. I was desperate, with no vision for a better future. What can a lonely, poor girl like me do in a big city like Berlin? Benedict Slovak knew that the moment he laid his eyes on me and walked up to me. At the time I thought it was an easy way to make a living, until it wasn't.As soon as I signed that contract Benedict gave me three days after our initial meeting at the alley, my entire life was uprooted. I never bothered to read through the fine lines, like I said, I was desperate. A week after, he came to my small, deadbeat one bedroom flat and told me to come with him. “Where you're going, you will not need a luggage. All your needs will be cartered to,” that is what he said, as he dragged me by the arm.I had signed my soul to the devil, as I got shoved into his black SUV and

Dinner had stretched all the way to almost 9 p.m. Robert basically flirting with me throughout the night. I am still unsure what exactly he wants from me but he sure seems enticed by me. Eventually, I had to complain that I needed to head back home. Of course you can trust Robert to offer…actually insist on taking me home. Which is how he managed to steal a kiss from me.I sigh as last night's event on my doorstep replays in my head. He had insisted on walking me up to my apartment door which is on the third floor. We were standing in front of my door and I was ready to bid him goodnight. “Are you not going to invite me in for a cup of coffee?” He inquired.I chuckled at his sneaky attempt. “I think it is too late for that. I am a little exhausted and some of us are employed. I have a job to get to tomorrow morning,” I replied, making his jaw to tick in annoyance.His eyes were completely set on me, making me feel like a nervous wreck. The last thing I wanted or needed was to pis

Pleasing a man is something I know quite well. At the academy, that is one of the major things we are taught. But at this moment as I pant and moan, toes curled in as a result of the immense pleasure Robert was giving me. Tongue skillfully massaging my clit. Fingers twisting the Egyptian sheets underneath me. I am used to giving pleasure, but receiving one is a bit foreign. Men take, not give. At least that is what I thought, until Robert got inbetween my thighs and tore my lace underwear off. “Oh, Rob,” I moan, eyes wide although blur by tears and back arching off the mattress.I can literally hear my heart thuddering in my chest. Robert's fingers twisting inside me as he sucks on my clit. Harsh pants and moans escaping my lips, as my tongue keeps trying to wet them. Suddenly his fingers start thrusting faster and deeper as he sucks on my clit a little rougher, and his other hand coming up to squeeze my right boob. “Ah…ah…ah…” I moan shamelessly, left hand automatically going to

As Robert had instructed me, I headed to the closet and indeed, on the left closet were female clothes. Gowns, blouses, pants, skirts, blazers and all sort of other items including scarves. My eyes blink at the different colours, patterns, and fabrics. They smelt of a perfume as well. I cannot pinpoint the brand, but it is sweet, flowery, and strong.Although, I am unsure, unsettle, and mostly uncomfortable, I still pick a dress. A flowy, Carribbean brown and white print dress. It fit although a little loose, but it is still flattering. A slit right in the middle, stopping midway my thighs. The tiny straps crossing at the back, leaving most of it revealed. “You look absolutely gorgeous. Perfect pick. Like I expected,” says Robert when he enters the room, with nothing but a towel around his abdomen.I briefly glance at him, refusing to allow myself to oggle at him. “Does this dress belong to someone?” I ask and then turn to face him, finding him applying lotion to his body. “The cl

I wake up extremely late the next day. And bump my head against the headboard, followed by a loud groan. I think that is the moment Robert stirs awake. But I am already stumbling off the bed. Sheet hooking around my ankle, and I stumble over, hands thrown forward to prevent my face from crashing against the white tiles. Left hip coming into contact with the hard floor. A sharp jolt of pain cruise through my entire left leg.Omph!I hiss with my teeth clenched tightly. I hear something between a snicker and a hiss behind me. But I do not pay much attention to it. I already feel embarrassed. I want to disappear from this room instantly. So, haphazardly, I am kicking the sheet off my ankle, scratching myself with my toe nails in the process.  “Will you calm down already.”Robert’s voice is grouchy, deep, yet soft and quiet, because of the sleep still clinging onto it.  “I am late!” I hiss, jumping onto my feet