- ISOBEL -
My body lands on the bed with a sharp push and I gasp, feeling the the hardness of landing on my back. I got naked first. I never thought it would take this long to get a man between my legs. I never thought I'd be the first to get naked but here I am, laying flat on a bed under the prying eyes of this luscious male. Having his attention sends fires through my veins. My whole body is on fire and this is just the effect of rubbing his cock. I moan softly and feast my teeth on my bottom lip, the feel of his dick in my hand replaying in my head. I would take that in all day long. Fit it through every hole fuckable till the only thing my body gets used to is his dick. Although, just for the night. His pants drop and he climbs the bed, moving to me. My words hang in my throat. I knew this before, but not having him stand by my side blinded me, his body is huge. Way huger than mine. The stranger's hand slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt. My brows crease. That doesn't seem fair. I raise my back up to face him. "You undress me and don't allow me to return the favour?" I ask. I'm sure there are things my hands can make him feel that his won't. There are also places my hands will stroke better than his. I move closer to him. Due to the obvious difference in our statures, I look small. His massive, well defined build overpowers my slender one all over. Heck, I don't think it's humanly possible to stand a chance against this dude. Now I wonder how I managed to push him. My gaze falls to the defined V line of his pelvis. His dick bursts out through his underwear. I wonder how his underwear confines his length. It seems humanly impossible yet there it is, in the confinement of his underwear, staring at me. More like pointing at me. When he doesn't respond to my question, I slid lower, under his form, between his legs and draw his boxers down. My eyes widen immediately. It's one thing touching it, but it's another thing seeing it directly above my face. I don't think it will fit in my mouth. I envelope the tip of his cock with my mouth and let my tongue twiddle around it. A groan slid in my ears. "Still want to undress yourself?" I ask, pulling my head backwards a little while caressing his clothed chest. I got a groan in response. This makes me kiss his tip before concealing his cock with my tongue. I move my head higher, leaving my mouth wrapped around his dick. His member is deeper in my mouth than before but not even up to quarter of his length is in me. I don't want him to get the pleasure of satisfaction just yet. This tease will do. A hand clasp around my neck causing me to gag. "You really are something." He growls, lifting me up with one hand on my collarbone. He has a wicked, half smile on his face. "Surprised?" I ask throatily, returning the grin. "Intrigued." With that, his lips clash with mine and his body pushes against mine roughly as he devours my mouth, claiming my body with his hands. I shift my head back a little to breathe, breaking the kiss. After the first gasp of air, his face comes pressing on mine. He's all over me, handling me aggressively, yet gently like I'm some kind of fragile glass. I roam my hand on his hard chest, undoing his buttons while my other hand strokes his dick. I mewl in his mouth. He's not giving me space to breathe. Our bodies collide and brush against ourselves harshly as our hands run around each person's body. I turn him over, riding his groin as my hand strokes his girth faster. The stranger turns, taking my weight with his, and he pushes me back to lay on my back. It's like a battle of control as we're both trying to claim each other and take over like hungry lions. "Fuck this!" I breath and slip my hand out of his underwear. Both my hands slip into his shirt and rest on his chest, caressing his bare body. "I want this damn shirt off!" I whisper aggressively, frustrated by my craving. I hold his shirt, placing my hands at both ends of his loose collar and pull them apart, sending his buttons flying around. I manage to take his shirt off and fling it. I've never been happier that a man isn't wearing a singlet! "You're so sexy when you do that, you know that, right?" He gasps, taking his lips off mine for a second. Now he's firing hot kisses down my neck and I tilt my head to let him, enjoying the feel of his mouth on my skin. With his violent sucking, he'll leave me tons of marks. "Never met an aggressive woman before?" I pant, holding his head to my body. My eyes roll in my socket as he gropes my breast. My pussy pools. He hasn't touched me down there yet. I need him to but I'm enjoying everything else he's doing to me. Why does this feel so good? How can a man's fingers do this to me? A sharp gasp leaves my lips and my head falls back. His other hand supports my back, holding me to him. "Not you. They aren't you." The man says, now, his mouth is on my chest. With a sharp tug, he pulls my nipple covers off and replaces it with his hand. "I could kiss your body all day." He whispers, sucking my tits. If I wasn't nearing a nipple orgasm, I would've listened or actually said something but my head is crowded by how good his lips feel. How can his tongue move so masterly? It should be a crime! The river forming between my legs quadruples. It's an ocean down there waiting for some thick, veiny cock. His cock. "Fuck me, please!" I cry, pleading for his dick. A deep, dark chuckle resounds in my ears. "When I'm ready to." He mutters. That makes me frown but not for long. His fingers make it's way to my pussy and spreads my pussy lips for him. He's touching everywhere else except where needs to be touched. And my breath keeps hitching. How can he have so much restraint while ruining me? Maybe it's because I haven't sucked his dick yet. I use all the strength in me to push him back. He falls to the bed, laying on his back. I am panting, nearly breathless and I shove my hair behind. "Don't move." I say, bending lower. My fingers grip the start of his underwear and I pull it down. There it is, his veiny cock, needy for me. Blood rushes to every part of my body as I sight it. I arch my ass up so he sees them and put my head lower to his cock. My tongue touches it first, licking down in a straight line, then all around. Now his balls fill my mouth. He groans. I smile. Once I'm done with his dick, I'll taint his body with whiskey and suck it all off. I let my saliva run down his girth, enjoying his member fill my mouth. I shove my head down his length, taking all of him in my mouth. I have good gag reflex but he's so big he filled my throat and I needed to pull my head out. "Oh God," I pant, pinching my neck. "I love sucking your cock." My mouth falls back and I'm twisting and turning my head around his dick while letting my hand continue the work when my head slides up. Is it weird that I'm enjoying this? Way more than I'm supposed to. The more I let his dick swim in my mouth and restrict my air flow, the more I imagine how he will fill me and the more turned on I get. "Fuck." The stranger whispers. His fingers rest on my hair and he kneads my hair into a ponytail. "That's a good girl." His voice is music to my ears. His hitched breaths pleases me. "Take me in. Suck what you hunger for." My eyes roll in my socket. I'm getting too much pleasure from this. I'm enjoying his minute praise. I raise my head up to catch my breath then it slams down back against his thighs, hard, against my will. I manage to grunt at the abrupt act. This asshole! He forced me to him. Not that I'm complaining. Now his hands fasten around my neck tighter and he controls my head on his cock, mercilessly slamming my face into his member as he forces a deep throat. The stranger didn't give me time to breathe. I felt my throat muscles clench around his dick each time he rams my face onto him and my mouth is getting sore from all the rough thrusts. I tap his thigh. My eyes turn from all this. "Tired already?" He asks, his voice deep. That did not seem like a question. Rather, it was an order, which is strange. "What happened to the feisty, needy bitch who craved this?" I gag in response. I can't breathe. I can feel him grow longer inside me and his dick hits the back of my throat harder each time. "Take me in Cleopatra. Don't disappoint me." I can feel my nipples harden. I want to take him in but in a different hole. His words do despicable things to my body and I can't fathom why. "I'm close." He growls, his voice low. I feel his hand shove my head faster on and off him while he thrusts into my mouth. I am not going to disappoint. Not tonight. Not ever. I do my best to match the pace of his hips. With every grunt that left his lips, my confidence rose. I am doing this to him. It's my throat that makes this man feel this way. That makes him hard. The stranger claps my head down, leaving his full dick inside my mouth as he comes inside me. I do my best to swallow. His hands slowly drifts away from the back of my head and I raise my head. My lips are sore. "That's a good girl." He mutters, chest heaving as he breathes heavily. Those words make my heart flip with joy and butterflies rummage in my stomach. I lick my lips and lower my gaze. The sight before me surprises me. He's still hard. The stranger sits up and looks at me. His hand reaches out to the whiskey bottle and he swallows in considerably large amounts. "Now, where were we?" He asks, dropping the bottle. "Ah, yes. This is the part I make you come." This time, not butterflies, but a zoo forms in my tummy. "So much that you won't remember your name." He adds, moving towards me. - CAMERON - She's on the bed, sitting with her legs folded and spread open. I crawl my way to her and she moves back. Her back clashes on the bed stand, leaving her trapped between me and the bed stand. Her form is so small. I trap her hands to the bed by both her sides, sinking my fingers in them. Her thighs graze my hand softly, that makes my eyes gleam. I want my head sandwiched between them. Cleopatra's chest puffs up revealing her naked, perfect tits to me. Her nipples glisten with my saliva, hard and needy for my touch. I lean my head closer to her chest and stick my tongue out to rest on her bare skin, enveloping her tit. I suck gently, enjoying how soft her breast feels in my mouth. Cleopatra moans, her body stirring in reaction to my touch. Do I feel that good? I trap her nipple between my teeth and bite gently. A subtle gasp leaves her lips. Or is her body just so sensitive? I sway my head to the other side, leaving a saliva trail over her chest till my mouth lands on her other boob. I swallow it fully and suck, veering my tongue around and on her nipple while trapping it in my mouth. It feels divine. Cleopatra gasps, whimpering under the influence of my nipple play. Her moans gets louder and my dick tinges with desire, yearning to be inside this sultry being trapped in front of me. I take one hand off her fingers and caress her skin slowly. "Beg me to touch you." I order, worshipping her skin with my mouth. "Please touch me." She breath, clutching her fingers into the sheets. I haven't even started yet. "More." I demand, getting drawn deeper into the heat transpiring between us. My finger slid inside her and a loud gasp leaves her lips as she tilts her head back. I let my other hand tangle her hair and pull her head backwards. I love looking at that collar bone. Cleopatra mewls at my tug at her hair. Her legs are spread open to accommodate my form. I slowly pull my finger out then thrust three fingers in. Fuck. She's wet. Very wet. My fingers slid in with ease. A low, throaty cry eludes her lips, pleasing my ears. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, skillfully yet slowly, tapping the wall of her pussy from the inside with every outward thrust. Her pussy tense on my fingers and a stifled groan as her eyes widens leaves her lips. "Wait, wait, wait!" She begs, her fingers squeezing the sheets. "What's wrong?" I ask, not taking my mouth off her tit, while the other fondles the other boob. "I-" She breath, moaning at my touch. "I don't want to come yet." A darkened gaze replaces my initial one. "Oh darling, that's the point." I say, taking my hand out. I lower my head to meet her pussy. So beautiful. I let go of her hair and spread her legs further apart. My hand gropes her thighs and pulls her to me harshly. She gasps. "I want you to come as many times tonight." I let my tongue rest on her clit. She moans, her body collapsing on the bed. "And Cleopatra, count." My lips fall back on her pussy again, enveloping it as I twist my tongue around the surface. I let my tongue spread her pussy lips for me. "Every. Single. Release." A loud moan reverberates in the room and her hands clutch my hair tightly as I fuck her with my mouth. Her body writhes on my face. On a normal day, I'd want to halt her releases till she's about to burst, but she begged me to not let her come. That is exactly what I'll do. I'll fuck her so good yet so bad and drink every juice that leaves her body. Without letting a single one spill. Her legs vibrate, clapping my ears. Her body jerks backwards. I pull her closer to me, eating her out like the survival of my soul depends on it. I enjoy having my lips on her soaking wet pussy. I love that she's wet for me. "Wait! Wait, please--" She pleads as I take her moving her hands to my hair. "I-" Her hands get freer then tighter on my hair. She's tugging at my hair badly. That stings. I lean my head closer, giving my tongue easy access while speeding my movement, circling and playing with her clit. And the hole. Like a tap, Cleopatra's fluid gushes on my face. Her body collapses on the bed stand. So she does squirt. Having her stain me with her essence ignites the electricity all around my body again. I look at her. Her cheeks are tomato red and she looks away. So that's why she wanted me to wait. She's a squirter. From the look of it, she's embarrassed of it. "Darling," I call, laying kisses on the outer lips of her pussy. Even that leaves her panting. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." I say, fondling her thighs with one hand. I wipe her clean with my tongue and swallow. Eating her out ended up being way more fun than I anticipated. My head rests in front of her pussy and I place a gentle kiss on it. "Carry it with pride. Because I love watching you squirm and orgasm so hard. I love my body dripping with your juice." I let my tongue trail down and up her thighs, giving her time to get herself together. I haven't put my dick in her yet. I will fuck her senseless. Now that I've gotten a taste, I want more. "And I'm not just saying this to make you feel better," I look up. My hand reaches up to her chin and lowers her head to face mine. "I'm saying this because I mean it. I'll praise and worship your pussy, over and over just to have you come on me." Her breath hitches. "I'd make your body my dirty sanctuary and make you baptize me while you scream my name tonight. Over. And over. And over again." My tongue strokes her clit. She jerks to my touch. She's still so sensitive. "Till you become sore after taking me in countless times. I'll make you come over and over. And it's not a bluff." I lock lips with her. The moment my tongue tastes her mouth again, it doesn't want to leave. I raise her up by her ass, my mouth still exploring hers, and sit her on my thighs. Her pussy conceals my dick in return. She gasps. "You're beautiful, Cleopatra." I murmur into her mouth. She lets me. "Say it." "I'm beautiful." Cleopatra whispers. From her voice, I can tell she's spent. "Good girl." She laughs, a throaty laugh. "And your squirt is divine." "And my-" I look in her eyes. "Say it." I order. The effects of the whiskey is dawning in. "My squirt is divine." "And you won't have it any other way." Now, I'm pounding in her from beneath. Her breath quickens. "And..." She moans breathlessly on my body, digging her nails in my skin. "I..." Her body falls on mine. "Fuck." I start pounding in her faster. With how violently her nails scratch my back, I'm sure she'll scrape off my back tattoo and give me a new one. "Say it." "I won't have it any other way!" She gushes, barely audible. That'll do. I raise my hip and turn her around, getting her on her fours. My hand holds both her wrists and folds her elbows up to reach the back of her head, trapping her face on the bed. Now I'm plunging into her pussy faster and harder. I love how her body humps forward with each thrust and how her ass cheeks clap on my groin each time. I hold her ass to me from her waist with my other hand while pressing her lower stomach. Isobel squirms. Another squirt soaks the sheets and my body. "Count." I say, thrusting inside her quivering body mercilessly. "Two." I slap her ass. "Good girl." I say and flip her to her side, holding a leg on my shoulder while pressing the other to the bed, still slamming inside her. "Fu...ckkk..." She pants. I look down at her. A grin cascades my lips. I can't see her eyeballs. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, my intention is to tease. Mewls were the response I got in return. "That's not an answer, Cleopatra." "Mmm...." She gasps, panting heavily. "I can't... spe..ak." Her teeth clench the sheets as she sinks her head into the bed. I feel her pussy walls clench around my dick and a groan slips out of my mouth. Fuck. Why does she feel so good? "Ride me, Cleopatra." I utter. "I'm turning you over." I alert her. She nods barely into the sheets but I understood it was her giving consent. I let go of her wrists and hold her hips gently with both hands. I turn her over, still inside her. "What's your name?" Cleopatra asks. The first hump of her hips on me leaves me breathless. My hands holds the small of her back, almost like a hug as she grinds into me. Her stamina is quite impressive. "Please, tell me." She pleads, grinding my dick. I push her hair behind her ears, looking deep in her eyes. "Why?" I growl subtly. She rides me so masterly and I feel like I'm going to burst. "Miss me already?" I tease, breathing heavily. "I miss your cock." She pants, falling on my chest. She mutters a 'fuck', digging her teeth into my shoulder. "I love being inside you, Cleopatra. You feel so fucking good." I groan. I love how her pussy takes me in fully with every hump. I love how she clenches and unclenches around my dick. I love how wet she is and how easily she slides her hips, taking me in without complaint. I love the sound of her ass clapping on my groin. Every aspect of her fucking me is so divine. Indescribable. Unexplainable. "Only because it's with you." She responds immediately. Her tone is as low as a whisper and with how tight she is round me, I can feel her getting close. That doesn't stop her hips from dangerously smacking hard on my thighs. "I say this with no attachments. I'm not that easy to swoon." She chuckles. "You can still mumble sentences, consider me swooned." I tease. My tongue licks her nipples. "Three." She calls. "What?" "My nipple orgasm. I've had it three times." Her breath quickens. I take lead from here, smacking into her from below. She bites her lower lip. "Don't do that." I say, using my thumb to free her lip from the grip of her teeth. "It makes me want to do things to you." Her mouth drops and I kiss her. "Very nasty things." My vision starts to waver. I'm drunk. I'm close to coming inside her and the alcohol finally hits me hard. "Where's the whiskey?" I ask. "I don't know." She responds, her voice a nearly inaudible husky whisper. "I think you threw the bottle somewhere." Her arms tighten against my back. "I'm close!" She breath amidst moans. "Me too." I admit. "Come in me." My gaze darkens. "I don't want you to pull out. Please." She begs, her words barely fathomable. For someone I just met to ask me this is bizarre. The worst part about this is that I'm high on the pleasure and the influence of the alcohol. Her moans are repetitive in my ears. Once again, my body gets soaked with her orgasm. "The answer is simple. No." I say, still thrusting in and out her pussy. "Open your mouth." Cleopatra obeys, spreading her lips wide while sticking her tongue out. I pull out and plunge my dick in her mouth, holding her neck while filling her with my come. My gaze lowers to look at her. Even with my cock in my mouth, her smile is obvious. "You're such a good girl."* SIX MONTHS LATER * - ISOBEL - 'You're such a good girl.' The deep voice of the stranger rings in my head again. I try to shake it off. It's been months, yet, I can remember all of it like it happened yesterday. Every damn graphic experience. Every reaction. Every orgasm. Every word. I clear my throat as I parade the busy streets of the city, walking to the venue, a hotel. My friend, Nina, and I are supposed to dine together. She didn't tell me the occasion, but I sure as hell won't miss it! I sip out from the straw in my plastic cup, drinking boba tea. Correction, Nina is not just my friend, she's my only friend. My best friend. And the only one my aggressive step brother didn't chase away from me. I cover the side of my face with my hand and pass by a tattoo shop. It's a Friday night and people are everywhere, either getting wasted or occupied with one thing or the other. I throw my empty cup in a city bin. The hotel is just a few blocks away. I can't wait
- CAMERON - Depressed? No. More like adjusted to accompany the pain. They say time heals agony, I wonder if that will be the case for me. I'm sat at the back seat of my limo, heading to my hotel. It's been eight months since my father's passing. I've succeeded in avoiding every being in my life while pausing my own life with pubs and clubs on a daily. It was high time I did something about it. That's why I started my own business. Managing several hotels along with my father's businesses is no easy task, that I've come to know. At least tonight, I'll have my father's lawyer read his will and then I'd know which shares are mine and manage my time properly. As funny as it sounds, father loved us all and left his will for all of us. If only he showed us how much he did during his time alive... My fist clenches. If he did, maybe I would've done something to keep him alive. And if I couldn't, the pain would hit harder but maybe I wouldn't have the guilt of hating him the e
ISOBEL'S POV I am running. Not in the woods like a normal cliché movie, but past blocks of apartments of a poor neighborhood. My heart beats faster with each step I take forward and every step sends spikes of pain through my skull, but I refuse to let it slow me down. When every limb in my body is on the brink of collapsing, one agonising headache won't be a reason for me to stop running. I can't stop. If I do... only God knows what will happen to me. My lips part, releasing a sharp breath that morphs into a scream. Despite the intensity of my cry for help, it feels as though no one hears me amidst the pursuit. That can't be right. People live in these buildings. Everyone knows everyone's business. Gossip is easy to spread around in this area. I know that because I lived here once. Yet it seems like no one was calling the police. The quietness of the night proves it. This is a very small neighborhood and the cops would speed up here if a crime is reported, there was nothing th
- ISOBEL - Something about having money makes you addicted to it. The scent. How it feels in your fingers. The respect it can give and no matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl training in you and you find yourself doing what you never thought you would. But you enjoy it, of course. For once, you want to be a bad girl and dine with rich men. Enjoy luxury with a fake smile. Not that you hate it, but because you have to smile to get more. The lust in the eyes of men as they take your presence in, the desire pulsing through their veins, and knowing you're wanted and needed does things to one's mind. It reshapes the mind to bask in the moment. It makes what's wrong become right, after all, it aids with escaping the painful truth of your tragic life. That's why I'm in a fucking club, half naked, dancing in front of them. Because it fills a hole in my heart not love, care or family can give. I pour wine on my body and swirl my head backwa
- CAMERON - Mourning. It drives someone to a lot of possibilities life can't seem to give. Gives us the need to be what we aren't and wonder what it would be like if positions were reversed. If I had the chance to go back in time to change things, I would. Unfortunately, mourning is something I'm well accustomed with. The disgusted look I had on my face as my eyes bore the smelly, rotting, bloody head of my father in the sack delivered to me that day replays in my head as I drown another glass of alcohol painfully down my throat. Anchester, my very close acquaintance and enemy of my father, had no remorse with dismembering my father's body and delivering it to me via my request. Now I have to suffer and live with the guilt of not being there when it happened. Even after months, father’s death plagues my soul. The fall of the mighty, most feared San Su Li. I hit my hand on the counter and it makes a loud thud as the tumbler entangled between my fingers came in cont
- ISOBEL - I can't only hear my heart beat violently against my rib cage, I can feel it thumping on my chest. As I make my way back stage, I try my hardest not to drop to my knees. He was staring at me so intensely and I felt every bit of it. It took every nerve in me to hold myself from folding on that stage. Not to lie, I loved the thrill. When his eyes were on me, it was so easy to focus on just attracting him. Now that I'm far from his sight, my body is finally acting like a girl. Not to talk about the fact that I have to get ready for my last performance before going private. I really want him to be the man I go private with. "You spent quite the time on stage, Cleopatra." Leo, my manager says taking me out of my reverie. Cleopatra is my stage name. I arrived in Miami for a vacation to clear my head and I've been here for months. During my stay, a crazy suggestion to work illegally in a club popped in my mind and I followed my desire. It was worth it. Today mak
- ISOBEL - It all happened so fast. One minute I was at the back of the stage, getting ready for my final performance then the next, I was drinking alcohol before getting on that stage. And I saw him there. This time, in the front, seated with his legs spread open and he wore a confident smile. I felt my heart beat resonate in my ears when I descried his form. I wasn't touching him, nor was my body in contact with his in any way, yet he reacted to my advancements while letting it be known to me. My head was spinning with satisfaction after the performance. That was till I was notified that I had been bought. I wasn't told by who and the suspense kills me. Now I'm making my way through the dark, expensive VIP corridor to meet him. Whoever it is. A cold shudder runs down my spine as I take a quick breath in preparation, standing in front of the black door with the room number. I don't know what lays behind this door. More like who. I stretch my hand holding the room
- CAMERON - Depressed? No. More like adjusted to accompany the pain. They say time heals agony, I wonder if that will be the case for me. I'm sat at the back seat of my limo, heading to my hotel. It's been eight months since my father's passing. I've succeeded in avoiding every being in my life while pausing my own life with pubs and clubs on a daily. It was high time I did something about it. That's why I started my own business. Managing several hotels along with my father's businesses is no easy task, that I've come to know. At least tonight, I'll have my father's lawyer read his will and then I'd know which shares are mine and manage my time properly. As funny as it sounds, father loved us all and left his will for all of us. If only he showed us how much he did during his time alive... My fist clenches. If he did, maybe I would've done something to keep him alive. And if I couldn't, the pain would hit harder but maybe I wouldn't have the guilt of hating him the e
* SIX MONTHS LATER * - ISOBEL - 'You're such a good girl.' The deep voice of the stranger rings in my head again. I try to shake it off. It's been months, yet, I can remember all of it like it happened yesterday. Every damn graphic experience. Every reaction. Every orgasm. Every word. I clear my throat as I parade the busy streets of the city, walking to the venue, a hotel. My friend, Nina, and I are supposed to dine together. She didn't tell me the occasion, but I sure as hell won't miss it! I sip out from the straw in my plastic cup, drinking boba tea. Correction, Nina is not just my friend, she's my only friend. My best friend. And the only one my aggressive step brother didn't chase away from me. I cover the side of my face with my hand and pass by a tattoo shop. It's a Friday night and people are everywhere, either getting wasted or occupied with one thing or the other. I throw my empty cup in a city bin. The hotel is just a few blocks away. I can't wait
- ISOBEL - My body lands on the bed with a sharp push and I gasp, feeling the the hardness of landing on my back. I got naked first. I never thought it would take this long to get a man between my legs. I never thought I'd be the first to get naked but here I am, laying flat on a bed under the prying eyes of this luscious male. Having his attention sends fires through my veins. My whole body is on fire and this is just the effect of rubbing his cock. I moan softly and feast my teeth on my bottom lip, the feel of his dick in my hand replaying in my head. I would take that in all day long. Fit it through every hole fuckable till the only thing my body gets used to is his dick. Although, just for the night. His pants drop and he climbs the bed, moving to me. My words hang in my throat. I knew this before, but not having him stand by my side blinded me, his body is huge. Way huger than mine. The stranger's hand slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt. My brows crease.
- ISOBEL - It all happened so fast. One minute I was at the back of the stage, getting ready for my final performance then the next, I was drinking alcohol before getting on that stage. And I saw him there. This time, in the front, seated with his legs spread open and he wore a confident smile. I felt my heart beat resonate in my ears when I descried his form. I wasn't touching him, nor was my body in contact with his in any way, yet he reacted to my advancements while letting it be known to me. My head was spinning with satisfaction after the performance. That was till I was notified that I had been bought. I wasn't told by who and the suspense kills me. Now I'm making my way through the dark, expensive VIP corridor to meet him. Whoever it is. A cold shudder runs down my spine as I take a quick breath in preparation, standing in front of the black door with the room number. I don't know what lays behind this door. More like who. I stretch my hand holding the room
- ISOBEL - I can't only hear my heart beat violently against my rib cage, I can feel it thumping on my chest. As I make my way back stage, I try my hardest not to drop to my knees. He was staring at me so intensely and I felt every bit of it. It took every nerve in me to hold myself from folding on that stage. Not to lie, I loved the thrill. When his eyes were on me, it was so easy to focus on just attracting him. Now that I'm far from his sight, my body is finally acting like a girl. Not to talk about the fact that I have to get ready for my last performance before going private. I really want him to be the man I go private with. "You spent quite the time on stage, Cleopatra." Leo, my manager says taking me out of my reverie. Cleopatra is my stage name. I arrived in Miami for a vacation to clear my head and I've been here for months. During my stay, a crazy suggestion to work illegally in a club popped in my mind and I followed my desire. It was worth it. Today mak
- CAMERON - Mourning. It drives someone to a lot of possibilities life can't seem to give. Gives us the need to be what we aren't and wonder what it would be like if positions were reversed. If I had the chance to go back in time to change things, I would. Unfortunately, mourning is something I'm well accustomed with. The disgusted look I had on my face as my eyes bore the smelly, rotting, bloody head of my father in the sack delivered to me that day replays in my head as I drown another glass of alcohol painfully down my throat. Anchester, my very close acquaintance and enemy of my father, had no remorse with dismembering my father's body and delivering it to me via my request. Now I have to suffer and live with the guilt of not being there when it happened. Even after months, father’s death plagues my soul. The fall of the mighty, most feared San Su Li. I hit my hand on the counter and it makes a loud thud as the tumbler entangled between my fingers came in cont
- ISOBEL - Something about having money makes you addicted to it. The scent. How it feels in your fingers. The respect it can give and no matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl training in you and you find yourself doing what you never thought you would. But you enjoy it, of course. For once, you want to be a bad girl and dine with rich men. Enjoy luxury with a fake smile. Not that you hate it, but because you have to smile to get more. The lust in the eyes of men as they take your presence in, the desire pulsing through their veins, and knowing you're wanted and needed does things to one's mind. It reshapes the mind to bask in the moment. It makes what's wrong become right, after all, it aids with escaping the painful truth of your tragic life. That's why I'm in a fucking club, half naked, dancing in front of them. Because it fills a hole in my heart not love, care or family can give. I pour wine on my body and swirl my head backwa
ISOBEL'S POV I am running. Not in the woods like a normal cliché movie, but past blocks of apartments of a poor neighborhood. My heart beats faster with each step I take forward and every step sends spikes of pain through my skull, but I refuse to let it slow me down. When every limb in my body is on the brink of collapsing, one agonising headache won't be a reason for me to stop running. I can't stop. If I do... only God knows what will happen to me. My lips part, releasing a sharp breath that morphs into a scream. Despite the intensity of my cry for help, it feels as though no one hears me amidst the pursuit. That can't be right. People live in these buildings. Everyone knows everyone's business. Gossip is easy to spread around in this area. I know that because I lived here once. Yet it seems like no one was calling the police. The quietness of the night proves it. This is a very small neighborhood and the cops would speed up here if a crime is reported, there was nothing th