CHAPTER 7: CINDY

Alexander

I watched the kids as they ran towards the woman who called them. She was dark in complexion, stood at an average height with brown colored hair.

Seeing that the kids were safe and under an adult's care, I walked back to the car. I was glad that very few people could recognize me.

"Let's go to the hotel, I could use a really good sleep right now." At the mention of the good sleep, it sounded like a joke even to myself. Remembering what I battled with, it seemed like the nightmares were waiting for me to just close my eyes, irrespective of the time and day.

I sent the detailed description of where I was staying and what time I'd like Cindy to come. It's been years since I laid with a woman, let's hope that I won't mess things up.

Getting to the hotel, I grabbed the room keys from the receptionist and entered the elevator, leading to the vvips suite.

The aesthetics in the room were really befitting and inviting. I dropped my suitcase and the little bag I came with on the bed, entering the bathroom.

I let the water flow down on my naked body, my hands rested on the wall as my memories rushed in.

My first love, Melissa Thatcher, the only woman I've always wanted to be with. Her ocean blue eyes and her dark hair flooded my memories once again. Her smile was gentle and beautiful, she was the goddess of beauty herself. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist.

The hotel's landline number rang.

"Yes?" I answered gruffly into the phone.

"Sir, a lady is here to see you. She said her name is Cindy and she has an appointment with you," the hotel receptionist said.

I looked at the wall clock, she came an hour earlier. I was a man of principle and I was ready to show her that. She was just a hooker and she couldn't just keep to time, what kind of a person was she?

"Sir?" The receptionist called for my attention again. "Are you still there? Should I send her up?"

"It's true that I have an appointment with her but not before 6pm. Keep her downstairs with you, when it's 6pm, please send her up."

"Yes sir," she said, ending the call.

An hour later

After going through my work file, I saw a forwarded mail from Nancy. She had sent me the RSVP card for elites for the conference holding the next day. I had planned just to spend a single night in Carlton, after the conference tomorrow, I'll be leaving immediately.

A knock on the door gained my attention, I wrapped up my work and walked to the door.

Outside the door stood a slender woman in a tight dress, stopping just above her knees with fake hair extensions, chewing a gum gently.

"Hi, I'm Cindy," she brought her hand out for a handshake which I ignored. I walked away from the door, making space for her to come in.

"Hmmmmm, I'll take it that you are a very difficult man. Leaving a woman downstairs like that, is not a very nice thing to do," she said again when she walked into the room.

I was as usual in no mood for her talk, she was here for something. Let us just do it and be done with it.

"Strip," my hoarse voice came out at once, no iota of emotion was evident in it.

"Excuse me?"

"You came here for something and you've been paid before now, so strip. I don't have all day." 

I walked to my bag and brought out a pack of condoms, tearing it open. I took one out and waited for her to finish undressing.

I undressed as well and wore the condom over my hard member. I climbed on the bed and held both of her hands over her head.

I liked being dominant in every way, so I slipped into her coochie. It was warm, a soft moan escaped from her lips and I saw her eyes roll backwards.

I thrusted a little bit faster, my hand freed her hands and supported my weight on the bed. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I knew she was in cloud 9. She tried to kiss me and I returned her back to her original position.

I don't do kisses with someone I'm not emotionally attached to. Bored of the position, I flipped her over, her ass cheeks shooting out, facing me while her front laid on the bed.

Her cream smeared all the condom and I slipped back in, her moans had become louder by now. I cared less and continued ramming in.

As I felt my orgasm build up, I increased my pace and she seemed to catch the notion. I kept up with my pace and both of us gave in to it.

Tired, I staggered to the bathroom to wash off my semen before dropping it inside the waste bin. I wouldn't want a case of a woman claiming she was pregnant for me. I walked back into the room and fell to the bed, she wrapped herself in the duvet and tried snuggling towards me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, putting on my briefs.

"It's normal for one to cuddle after love making," she said, blushing. I bursted into a mocking laugh after hearing what she just said.

"Love making? You and I? We just had sex, I fucked you, that was all we had. And you need to know your place, that is all you are, a hooker."

The expression on her face didn't change and I wondered what game she was playing. I was expecting a fickle of pain or hurt or anger but she just stared right back at me, in a blank expression.

"I'm going to sleep now, whatever you do, don't try to come near me. I'm not a very nice man and you wouldn't like to see the other side of me."

I threatened, seeing that she understood my message, I grabbed a pillow and faced the other side, trying to find a decent sleep.

"One more thing, before I wake up, I want to see you gone from here."