Sighing, Felix peeled off his navy suit jacket and tossed it on the couch. He didn’t bother about picking it up. That was the maid’s job not his. He took in all the details of his apartment. The walls dividing his apartment from the outside world were made out of glass, letting him see the world around him but preventing anyone outside from knowing what was going on inside his apartment. Most of the furniture in the living room were in various shades of gray, from the plush leather couches to the throw pillows on top of them. Even the coffee table in the middle of the room was a shade of gray so dark, it almost appeared to be black. The room was devoid of personal pictures. Instead, the only things framed were artworks that he had purchased and had been gifted over the years. A huge flat screen television was mounted on one of the opaque wooden walls. Briefly, he considered watching a quick movie or checking whether the game was on but he knew himself and knew that he won’t have just stopped with one movie.
The meeting with the foreign investors had gone on until two in the morning. And even after then, he had still had to sort out some more issues at work before he had been able to leave the office about an hour later. Even though his apartment was relatively close to his office’s building, he hadn’t driven home immediately. He had first walked Rose to the bus stop as he did regularly. As usual, she had declined his offer to drive her home, settling instead with letting him walk her to the bus stop, insisting that the doctor said the exercise was good for her.
The time on his diamond encrusted Rolex told him that it was already three thirty. That gave him four hours to sleep and then get ready for work. He groaned and roamed his hand through his jet black hair then sighed when he realized that he was in need of a haircut. A look in the hexagon mirror confirmed his theory, his hair had grown longer than he usually let in. Personally, he thought he looked good with his hair that long – it made him look like a knight of old but he knew that his mother would take one look at him and then begin a lengthy admonishment on how it made him look utterly unprofessional.
Loosening his tie, he made his way to his room expecting to take a quick shower, change into his comfortable silk pajamas and then fall asleep under the relaxing atmosphere of the weighted blanket he had gotten himself for Christmas. He however was not expecting to see a woman lying down on his bed. She was scrolling nonchalantly through her phone and her perfectly toned legs swinging in the air made her look like someone straight out from a cringey 80s teen chick-lit sitcom.
“Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my bed?” He growled once he laid eyes on her.
The woman jumped off his bed with a startled squeak. Her phone fell to the floor with a sickening thud. She cringed when she heard the sound but didn’t take her eyes off of him. “Mr. Callahan sir.” She stuttered. “My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.”
The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.
He had been using the services for a while usually contacting them whenever he had grown bored of fucking his own hand. The deal was simple. He would arrange for the type of girl he wanted for the night, providing her with temporary access codes to his apartment. The girl would wait for him on his bed in a sultry position (he had once gotten home to meet a girl with her legs spread wide open) until he got home. Once he arrived, he would fuck the girl senseless and then fall asleep next to her naked body. By the morning she would be gone and all traces of their wild night would have disappeared. After a couple of days, he would repeat the cycle.
Over the years, he had run through a variety of their girls. Black, white, Asian, tall, short, curvy, petite, redheads, brunettes. Almost anything and everything apart from blondes. He couldn’t bring himself to ever fuck a blonde again.
The moment he laid eyes on the girl, he should have known that she was from Fantasies. Her ivory skin was marked only by the tattoos she had. Brown eyes the same shade as her hair were lined with immaculately winged eye liners. She was dressed in a maid’s outfit but it was completely unlike the one his actual maid wore. The black gown was made of expensive material and adorned with about twenty golden buttons from the top to the waistline. The neckline was almost non-existent as it was dangerously low and her enormous tits were threatening to spill out of them at any minute. The sides of the gown on her waist have been cut out and replaced with a near transparent but equally expensive black lace material. It helped to accentuate her excellent figure. Stopping dangerously just below her ass, the skirt part of the dress had two more layers of white lace underneath it, giving the skirt a full look. The white apron began as just straps from her shoulders and continued as a white cotton skirt from her waist down. And if that wasn't bad enough, the outfit even came with accessories. White thigh-high stockings knee climbed up from her impossibly tall golden stilettos. Her crimson freshly painted nails could be seen from the black lace material of her gloves.
He licked his lips. It was a beautiful outfit. It was a shame he would have to rip it off her.
Conscious of her watching his every move, he made his way to his bed and tossed his tie aside. Then he beckoned her to sit on his lap. Through the thin fabric of her dress, her braless nipples brushed against his chest causing him to shiver in anticipation.
He started to run the pad of his thumb over the smooth skin of her thighs. “What do you want me to do to you Sapphire?” He whispered teasingly into her ear.
Tremors ran through her body. “I want you to fuck me sir. Fuck me until I can’t get up again.”
He smirked. That was all the answer he needed. His lips crash into hers. Rough and dominant. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she let out something that was a cross between a gasp and a moan. Her legs clenched around him and she felt a bulge in his pants, poking against her inner thigh with utmost vigor.
She was the one that broke the kiss. Still struggling to catch her breath, she began to unbutton his shirt. She pulled off her gloves and ran her fingers over his smooth bare chest, kissing everywhere that she had touched. Then she slid off his lap, got on her knees and started to unbuckle his belt. She drew the zipper down and he let her take off his clothes. She gasped when she saw the size of his cock.
“What do you see Sapphire?”
“Your cock sir.”
“Describe it.” He instructed. “In detail.”
She gulped but complied. “Well it’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen. It looks veiny but painful. It feels so fucking warm. I like how it’s throbbing. But Mr. Callahan, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
Felix chuckled lightly. “Oh it can. It must.”
Sapphire gulped. Slowly, she began to pump his length. Felix moaned and grabbed on to her exposed ass cheek that was jutted high in the air for his pleasure. Then, she kissed the tip of his cock and ran her tongue seductively over it. Still apprehensive about how she was going to fit that much of his cock into her poor mouth, she paused for a couple of seconds before shoving in as much of his length that her mouth could contain. Then she hallowed her cheeks and began to suck on him. As her throat was completely unable to accommodate his full length, she had to resort to use both of her hands to begin to stroke the part of his cock that her mouth could not contain. She continued her routine of sucking, stroking, pumping and tongue twirling for what seemed like an eternity. She was almost completely out of breath when she felt his cock began to twitch in her mouth.
“Fuck Sapphire.” Felix moaned as he squeezed her ass tightly. When he smacked it, she let out a moan that sent tremors down the shaft of his cock. “I’m so fucking close. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
She obliged. Suddenly and without warning, she felt his large hands grab the back of her head and push it closer to himself, giving her no other option than to swallow every single drop of his load. When he finally let go of her head, she pulled away, a thick trail of cum connecting her mouth to his cock. She wiped at it and licked her hand. Then she got up from her kneeling position “That was amazing sir. I’ll see myself out now.”
He grabbed her hand, stopping her from moving any further. “And where do you think you’re going, hm? Your job here isn’t done.” He drew his hand over her erect but still clothed nipples.
“It’s not?”
Felix let out a rumbling laughter. “Oh I see. You thought that just because I came you’re done for the night? On the contrary my sexy minx, the night is just getting started. We still have to get a couple of rounds in.”
Her eyes widened. “A couple of rounds? As in plural?” When her long time best friend had informed her about Fantasies, she had assured her that a large percentage of the men she would encounter were elderly and would be completely spent after a single blow job with the ones with a little more stamina making out time to fondle her tits before they called it a night. Getting Felix Callahan’s huge dick and extensive stamina was a pleasant surprise.
But she had her reservations about going a couple of rounds with her new client. She had never seen any cock as wide or as thick as his. Even the dildo she kept by her bedside didn’t compare to it. She had barely survived having him in her mouth; she didn’t know how she would cope once he began to thrust into her pussy. And then after he was done, he would have completely ruined her for all men. No one else’s cock would ever be able to satisfy her the way he would.
Felix chuckled but gave no response to her question, choosing instead to rip the fabric of her dress apart. Sapphire gasped as the fabric came apart, numerous buttons detaching from her outfit and skittered across the room. Without hesitation, he made quick work of ripping off what was left of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong, knee high sock and stilettos.
“My, my, my Sapphire.” He purred as he surveyed her nude form. “You’ve been holding out on me.” His right hand slithered into the thin fabric of her thong and his left hand pulled her body closer to him. She shivered as his already erect cock stroked her exposed thigh. As his fingers twirled around the folds of her pussy and clit, she felt her knees turn to jelly. If anything, she was glad he was holding on to her so tightly; there was no way she would have been able to hold herself up with the way he was touching her. Too soon, he pulled out his fingers and held them up to the light. They were absolutely soaked. “Would you look at that? You’re already so fucking wet. Such a good little slut.”
He tore away the flimsy fabric, flung her to the bed like she were a rag doll and spread her legs apart so that he could get a good view of her glistening pussy.
Sapphire took the opportunity to admire his body. He towered over her, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and dark brown eyes filled with unadulterated lust. Every inch of him was toned and hard including his pulsing cock which now glistened from the moisture of her saliva. His dark hair casted shadows over his face giving him a dangerously sexy look. He lowered himself on top of her and Sapphire braced herself for the entry of his cock into her pussy. Instead, he teased her, driving her crazy by rubbing his cock against her clit and folds of her pussy. It took every ounce of her self-control to not just shove his cock into her body and get it over with.
She moved her arms to stroke her erect nipples and he glared at her with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” He growled, still rubbing his cock against her.
Suppressing a moan, she shook her head. “No sir.”
“I was planning to go easy on you but since you’ve decided to disobey, I’ve now decided that you’ll be punished.” He snarled. Suddenly, he thrust his full length into her pussy and she cried out in shock. He continued to thrust with each movement seeming to be more brutal than the last. Forcefully, he dragged her arms and pinned them above her head preventing her from pleasurably caressing her nipples. “One thing you should know about me, slut is that you must do exactly as I say when I say it. You do not touch yourself until I do so and you certainly do not come until I say so.”
Sapphire whimpered. That last part was going to be a problem. She was so close. So fucking close to coming. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Please sir.” She begged as she quivered underneath him. “I’m so close. Please, I need to come.”
His grip on her hand tightened. “Shut the fuck up slut. I’m not done with you yet. You come when I say so.” His thrusts soon changed from fast and furious to slow and deep. Sapphire was sure his cock was getting to the very wall of her cervix.
He continued to thrust into her with such vigor that Sapphire was sure that she was going to pass out if she didn’t immediately come. She had to resort to begging. “Please sir.” She moaned, struggling to breathe. “I just want to come.”
“If you want to come, slut, you’re going to have to answer just one simple question.” He managed to say between thrusts. “Whose slut are you?” He picked up the pace with his thrust, chuckling to himself when she released a series of strangled moans.
“Yours, Mr. Callahan. I’m your slut.”
Without stopping, he leaned in close to her. “You can come now Sapphire.”
She crumbled under him as she let out a high pitched moan. A blissful rush of powerful euphoric tremors overtook her body as she simultaneously felt him shoot his warm cum up her pussy with a throaty groan. She had been right. No one would ever be able to compete with the way he fucked her.
He pulled his cock out of her pussy and watched her breath even. The rising and falling of her tits was absolutely mesmerizing. “Ready for the next round?”
Cassie stared at herself in the smudged mirror. Tired blue eyes stared back at her. The eyeliner and mascara that she had failed to wipe off from the previous night had smeared into a messy blob, making her eye bags appear more gruesome than they actually were. The appearance of her collarbones and cheekbones were heightened by the lack of a proper diet. That and her dainty wrists served as stark evidence of how little and infrequently she ate. Her brown hair hung limply over her shoulder, the tips riddled with split ends. She was in desperate need of a proper salon treatment but that was something she couldn’t afford. The only form of hair treatment she could afford were dollar store hair dye and two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. She was still dressed in yesterday’s clothes – a white sleeveless button down shirt with sparkly skin tight pants. Considering the weather, it wasn’t exactly her first choice in fashion but it was the waitress uniform at one of her three jobs - Club Indigo
The assailants didn’t stop shooting and the patrons didn’t stop screaming. People were trampling over themselves in a fiercely determined effort to get out of Club Indigo. Cassie was sure that she saw the club’s most recent dancer, a redhead whose name she never caught, dive out of the window the second the gunshots started. The club’s music had since come to an abrupt end when the DJ had taken a shot to the head. He lay slumped over his spin table, his sticky blood slowly dripping from the gaping hole in his head to mix with the confetti to form a messy pool on the floor.Ever curious, Isabel strained to see what was going on to try to deduce the cause of the commotion. From her hiding spot behind a black leather couch, Cassie yanked her friend back down to a crouching position.“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” Cassie hissed amid the chaos. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you not value your life?!”“Hey.” Isabel started as she tried to avoid the broken glass and
Still sobbing, Isabel squirmed under her friend’s grasp. “No. Don’t say that. There’s no certainty that we’re going to get out of this alive. You should have just let them take me. Why did you have to offer yourself off like some sort of sacrifice? I have nothing to lose. I have no family. No one is going to miss me. If these guys kill me, you know that Big Daddy is just going to get another person to dance in my spot at Club Indigo. He’s not even going to waste any time.” She managed to say between sobs. “But if you die, what’s going to happen to the twins? Who is going to take care of them? Did you even think of that?”Cassie’s breath caught in her throat as she held the crying body of her friend even tighter. “Of course I did. And don’t say that Isabel. If anything were to ever happen to you, I’ll miss you terribly.” Then she brought her voice down to a whisper. “We just have to find a way to get out of here.”Isabel stopped crying but she continued to shake. “How? We can’t just rol
Felix Callahan woke up to an incessant ringing sound. He felt around for his digital alarm clock that was placed on his bedside table. He was seconds away from hitting the snooze button and going back to bed for just a few minutes when he visualized his mother’s disapproving face looking and calling him lazy. Groaning, he got up from his bed and surveyed the room. There was no evidence of his and Sapphire’s encounter the previous night. The torn items of clothing – both the thong and the dress – were gone. He couldn’t help but wonder how she had made it home when her clothes were in shreds. The phone that had fallen out of Sapphire’s hand after he had startled her was no longer where it lay the previous night. Sapphire herself was nowhere to be found even on the other side of the bed where she lay. The only evidence of her presence the previous night was the faint lingering scent of her perfume. At least she had been a good fuck. She would be getting a five-star review.Sighing, he go
There was a chorus of excited applause as Isabel and Cassie walked into the salon where Isabel had her night shift. Hair Glam was a quirky little salon owned by two sisters who treated all of their staff and customers like a part of a big happy family. It was a charming salon that was decorated with varying shades of grey, blue and gold. Two wide rectangular mirrors placed parallel to each other allowed the patrons to view their hair as it was being made. The line of midnight blue swivel chairs placed in front of the mirror was half occupied with customers whose hair were being worked on by various staff. The salon’s standing hair dryers and hair washing basins were currently not in use. The flat screen television overhead was playing reruns of a reality television show. The room was illuminated by LED ceiling lights and tulip shaped all lamps. In the furthest corner of the room, was a section which the patrons and staff alike referred to as the vlogging center as it boasted a faux g
Felix was hyper aware of how many traffic rules he had broken as he sped along the streets of Atlanta in a desperate effort to get to Saint John’s Hospital in record time. When he had inputted the address in his car’s navigation system, it had informed him that the drive to Saint John’s Hospital would take almost an hour. Determined to make it there ahead of the estimated time of arrival, Felix had ran four red lights, ignored multiple stop signs, driven over multiple pedestrian crossings and disregarded the speed limit.Somewhere at the back of his mind, Felix was intensely aware of the kind of danger that he was putting himself and multiple other road users in by driving that quickly and carelessly but at the moment, he didn’t care. He needed to get to Rose as soon as possible. The lady on the phone whose name he had forgotten to ask had told him that Rose was going to be fine but he still wanted to be there for her. She had always been kind enough to bring him homemade chicken nood
It didn’t take Felix long to discover room 219. It was exactly where the receptionist had said it would be – on the first floor. After the short ride in the hospital’s elevator, all that he had done was walk down the hallway, staring at the silver plates above all the doors until he came across room 219.He paused in front of Rose’s room and listened hard. There seemed to be no sound coming from the other side of the door. As he stood in front of the door, he found himself wishing that he had brought a gift along with him. A ‘Get Well Soon’ card, a salad bowl, a fluffy silk pillow, or even a large bouquet of roses. A gift in the form of a large bouquet of roses would have been very poetic for someone named Rose. He gave the door three quick raps hoping that the sound wouldn’t wake any of the two people inside if they were to have been asleep.“Come in.” A soft, tired feminine voice that definitely wasn’t Rose’s answer.Felix pushed the handle down and stepped inside. Immediately he wa
Amy balked. “Okay, first of all, I’m sixteen and a half.” Felix scoffed at her words but she continued. “But you’re right I guess. It was traumatizing seeing her like that and knowing that I couldn’t do anything to help her until the ambulance arrived. I’ll be fine though.” She said with a shrug. Just then, her stomach rumbled. “And hungry, I will apparently also be hungry.” She declared with a humorless laugh. The fact that she hadn’t had breakfast yet was starting to show.Felix's mind was immediately filled with memories of Rose popping her head through his door to ask if he had eaten that day and how her brows would always furrow in a frown whenever he confessed that he hadn’t. Then she would force him to eat something even if it was just a stale bagel and lukewarm coffee. “Not on my watch.” He declared as he pulled up himself from the chair. “Come on. I’ll buy you something to eat.”“But what if she wakes up?” Amy asked, stealing a glance at the sleeping figure of her mum.“Then
"Good morning. I’m Dorothea Sinclair and welcome to today’s session of Under the Spotlight. I am sure that some of you are wondering where I am today and why this background looks different. That’s because, for this interview, I left the studio to conduct this interview in the home of our guest who is no stranger to the spotlight.” Dorothea announced. “Some of you might know her from September last year when she and her best friend, Isabel Gomez, were held hostage by two gunmen who kidnapped them from the club they both worked in. Some of you might also know her from her interview with me on this very show in March where we talked about her revolutionary app, Care Compass which was, and still is, making waves in the medical field. However, some of you might know her from everything that went down two months ago when she was kidnapped from a supermarket and held hostage for a week. Join me to welcome, the very beautiful and very intelligent, Cassie Peters.” She said and signaled to th
The first time Cassie had woken up as a captive, she had thought that that would be the most pain she would ever be in. She remembered how much her head hurt and how she had ached all over. Waking up again, she found that she felt a thousand times worse. She owed the shitty feeling in her entire body to Robert fucking Smith. After she had been caught trying to escape, he dragged her by her hair to the very room that she had escaped from. She had tried to struggle against him but her muscles ached from running around the house and anytime she made any form of movement against him, Robert would pause along the hallway to deliver a series of kicks to her midriff.When they had finally got to the room, he had exerted the second phase of his revenge by reopening the cuts that had been made on her arm earlier that week and adding a couple of new ones with the help of his switchblade. He followed it by wrapping his gangly fingers around her neck and choking her, letting his nails dig into he
When Felix finally awoke, he did so slowly, his vision blurry and his head heavy. Even as he was still half unconscious, he realized that he recognized the environment that he was in. It was all strangely familiar but yet, unsettlingly transformed. He was in a room in the Callahan mansion and judging from the size and layout of the room, he was in his old bedroom. The decor of the room had changed drastically since the last time he had been in the room. All of the posters of superheroes and bands had been taken down and replaced with modern art pieces. The color of the walls had been changed from a baby blue color to a dark gray one. His bedside table which had been formerly crowded with action figures and school books now spotted manila folders, stationery and a small potted cacti.The more Felix observed the room, the more it looked to him like someone had been staying there for a while. The hardwood floors had a few scuff marks on them at the points where the room’s furniture was.
Felix stumbled over the phone as he clumsily tried to pick up the phone. “Cassie. Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?” Felix asked, each word tumbling out of his mouth quicker than a response could possibly be given.He pulled his laptop closer to himself and hurriedly started to launch the software that he had been working on ever since the night of Cassie’s disappearance. He had already set his phone so that whenever Cassie's phone came online, he would be able to track it. It had a lot of flaws but it was the best he could come up with in such short time. He couldn’t just download a regular cell phone locator off the internet to locate Cassie’s phone as she had built a series of safeguards for her phone to ensure that it was heavily guarded. She had everything on it apart from a proper password; it was both ironic and amusing. He had tried launching the app multiple times but the search always came up blank, indicating that her phone had been switched off. Now, it showed that
She startled herself awake the next morning. There was no way for her to tell if anyone had entered the room while she was asleep. As she pulled herself from the ground, she decided that anytime she was going to fall asleep, she would do so with her back to the door so that if anyone were to try to enter the room, she would know. Throughout the entire day, she anxiously waited for someone to open the door but no one did. By the time it was evening, she got into the shower and had her bath again, this time putting on her clean and dry underwear, washing her dress and then hanging it close to the radiator so that it would dry faster. It was already dark out when the dress was dry enough for her to wear and when she left the bathroom, she found another cup of ramen and a bottle of water.She had started to worry that there was a camera in the room that Robert used to determine when she was in the bathroom to come and drop her food. Before she could think about it too much, she realized t
By Cassie’s calculations, she had been Robert’s captive for six days.When she had realized that it had been him that had taken her, she had had a lot of questions, some of which she hadn’t been able to answer. Since when had he gotten out of prison? Was he working in conjunction with Big Daddy? Had he also been a part of her house being set on fire and Isabel getting shot? Would he also be going after Felix and the twins later? Where exactly was this house that he had taken her to?She still found it bizarre that he had had a hand in her kidnapping as she had forgotten all about him after she and Isabel had testified against him in court. She chided herself for not seeing it coming. His exact words to her as they had carted him into the squad car on the day of his arrest had been: I’ll get you for this you stupid bitch! That day, she had thought that his words were just an empty threat of a mad man; she had never expected him to make good on it.Judging by the fact that it had been d
In the week that Cassie had been gone, Felix had felt as if his heart had been violently ripped out from his chest, severely stomped on and then set aflame. When he had gotten home that dark and gloomy Saturday night, he had called Amanda and Isabel to inform them of what had happened. They had both in their own way panicked, but had still managed to assure him that Cassie was fine and would turn up before the next morning. Amanda had volunteered to keep the twins until the next morning so that they wouldn’t bombard him with questions about the whereabouts of their sister. In the end, Felix had had to find a way to break it to them as Cassie had still been missing by the next morning. There had been a lot of tears and visible confusion and it had taken him ages but he had finally managed to calm them down.When he had met with police officers later that week to try to figure out what had happened that night, he found that although they managed to garner some information, it was mostly
Cassie felt as if her head had been shattered into thousands of pieces by a sledgehammer, hastily put back together with hot glue and then a band of tiny people had started to use it as a venue for a rock metal concert. She felt worse than that time in her freshman year of uni when she had attended a series of parties nonstop for an entire week, drinking everything that was handed to her and dancing to every song that the DJ had played. The thing was, this time, she hadn’t been partying. In fact, she had just been… What exactly had she been doing?Cassie tried hard to recall what she had been doing before, straining her brain and ignoring the headache that intensified in her attempt to remember. Her memory came back to her in slow flashes. Riding the Ferris wheel with Felix. Being presented with a stuffed bear. Running in the rain and seeking shelter in a supermarket. Felix let go of her hand so that she could go and get a carton of milk. Try as much as she might, that was where her m
Felix steadied himself against a nearby shelf as he took quick, successive breaths. Cassie was fine. She had to be fine. He started to circle the supermarket again, searching for her amongst the multitude of shoppers. When he didn’t see her, he did it a third time. And then a fourth time. But there was still no sign of Cassie anywhere. If it were Eliza that had disappeared, his first instinct would have been that she was trying to play a cruel prank on him. But Cassie didn’t play pranks. And if she was playing one at the moment by hiding from him, she would have popped out sometime during his first search around the supermarket.He headed back to the check-out section, cutting into the queue and ignoring the people on it who complained and cursed as he shoved past them to get to the front of the line. “Have you seen my girlfriend?”Emily looked at him stunned. “No. You came to the counter without her. I remember that you mentioned her, but I never saw her. Is everything okay?” She ask