AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Kept
PAIRING : Faith/Angelus
RATING : NC17 (highly
smutty)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE : dru wrote Faith, EvilWillow wrote Angelus
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PART
TWO
I need to
try to remember in the future that tight leather pants can get very painful
when you're turned on. Especially when you're not sure when you'll get relief.
But maybe... she looks interested in at least finding out what I've got planned
while we wait.
"So..."
I walk closer and wrap an arm around her waist, to pull her against my body. I
grind my hips against her, smiling a little when her breathing gets a little
faster. She's not bored, at least. "Is one of your rules also 'no fun 'til
after you get paid?'
I slip a
hand between us and squeeze one of her breasts gently. No bra, of course. I rub
my thumb over her nipple and grin when she moans softly. Apparently she's more
used to the men who take their pleasure and then kick her out again. I'm not
like that. I like the feeling of power I get when I make women scream my name.
I've
had men suck my tits and I've had men bite them and slap them and slice them,
clamp them and whip them, but- I can't help but stiffle a moan. I've never had
any guy affect me quite like this. I might not need the lube tonight after all.
Course
he'll probably leave me panting, but I don't get paid to get off. I get paid to
get *them* off. "I suppose," I say as I stroke him through his pants
and HOLY SHIT he'll split me in two!
"I
suppose I could take this watch as collateral until I get the cash. What do you
want me to do? Anything but anal."
I bite my
lip to keep from grinning when she gasps in surprise. Usually it is the ones
with the little dicks who need to go to prostitutes. And normally I'd be with
Darla... or Dru... or Will... but thanks to the Master I'm here. So I'll get
off however I can.
And it's
not like I'll hate it. She's not bad on the eyes. No, we'll both enjoy
ourselves, I'm quite sure of that.
I
consider her question. I have absolutely no intention of wearing a condom,
tonight. I never have and I don't plan to start now. So we'll have to wait on
intercourse until I've changed her mind about that rule. And I have the sudden
impulse to make her come, just because I wonder when she last did, with a
client? Or if she *ever* did?
I push
her back into the alley beside the club and up against the wall. "Just
touch me," I growl as I run a hand up under her skirt to cup her sex. I
nibble on her earlobe as I run my middle finger between her outer lips. She
trembles a little and starts to get wet. Her hand slips under my pants to
stroke my cock. And that's nice. I forgot how good the warm skin of a living
human feels.
Oh
shit. I'm whimpering an- his fingers just slide between my labia. I'm wet.
Probably for the first time ever!
I try
to stop from blushing as I work my fingers around him, up and down, working the
precum down his shaft. Fuck, I don't know if the condoms I have will fit him! I
guess we'll worry about that when the time comes.
Shit,
I put my head on his shoulder and bite his coat instead of whimpering.
From the
way she's reacting, I think my questions are answered. The guys she's with
don't care if she comes with them. Of course they wouldn't. I push a finger
inside her and start to fuck her with it, as my thumb finds her clit, rubbing
it gently. She moans, stroking me harder. She's definitely had some practice. I
think it'll be fun to find out what else she's learned.
I add
another finger, and then seek out the spot I'm pretty sure none of her clients
has ever bothered to find. She gasps and squeezes her muscles around my
fingers. Damn, I'm good. I pull my fingers out and then thrust them back in,
hitting her g-spot harder.
"OHFUCKME!"
I scream into his jacket and start pumping my hips into his hand.
"Shitshitshitshit!" Oh my- "Fuck!" I just- shit! It's just
too much. "Feelssofuckinggooddon'tstoppleasedon'tstop!"
I'm so
close, myself. And the taxi *will* be here, soon. So I decide it's time for us
both to come.
With my
other hand, I lift her chin. She's flushed with pleasure and panting for
breath. I lean in and kiss her, as I scratch my thumbnail over her clit. She
screams and tightens her grip on my cock, which sends me over the edge myself.
I growl against her mouth as I climax.
"OHFUUUCK!"
I wail as I thrash around between the wall and his body. "I'mcoming!
I'mcoming!" I announced to everyone as I do.
I
collapse limply in his arms and realize that I've yet again got another man's
come on my hands and on my clothes but I don't give a fuck because it was
*worth* it.
And-
Did
he just growl?
I pull away when she seems able to
stand again. She gives me a funny look. I don't know why she'd be suspicious. I
*didn't* go into gameface... Oh, saved by the bell.
"Taxi's here," I say,
nodding over to the car which has just pulled up. "After you," I add,
stepping back and letting her precede me to the taxi. That has everything to do
with me being a gentleman, and nothing to do with how good her ass looks in
that tight skirt.
Really, I promise.
I can't... I get in the cab and
he slips in beside me and places his hand on my thigh.
I feel his thumb rubbing my skin
and I can't help thinking about what just happened. I came.
I CAME!
I don't think that's ever
happened before, but certainly not like that!
No one's ever cared and by the
time I get my legs closed at night, I just go home (if one can call it a home)
and crash.
I really have no interest in
getting myself off because I'm usually just exhausted and tired and sick of
sex.
But *that*... FUCK! If that's
what the rest of the night is gonna be like I'm gonna have to pay *him*.
But I still don't know what he
expects of me. And I've never been shy. "So what exactly do you want
tonight? Blowjobs? Hand jobs? Or are you just gonna pound me the entire
night?"
Not that I would mind because
it's a thousand dollars and I just came... and LOOK AT HIM! But-
She sure is cynical, for a girl so
young. I mean, she's what... sixteen? Seventeen? I can't remember and it
doesn't really matter.
I turn my head to look at her. What
*I* have planned... well, she'll find that out. Later. "What, you want me
to give you a list?" I tease with a little smile. "I figured we'd
just play it by ear. We *do* have all night. Don't worry, though, I've accepted
your rules and I won't argue with you about them." And I won't. I'll just
ignore them.
I turn and look out the window
and it's times like these I really hate my life.
Like, I wonder what could have
happened if I wasn't just a whore. Would he have ever looked at me twice?
He seems nice enough, except for
that nagging feeling I have, in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it's just... hope?
Despair?
Who
knows? All I know is that I wish things could be different. I slip my hand into
my boot, checking to make sure I've got condoms an- I pull the card out. Oh
yeah, that guy. Wesley whoever, probably just a new client. Gotta love the
whoring business! You get all kinds of recommendations. Guys just can't wait to
talk to their buddies about how tight you are.
But
enough about that. I tuck the card back into my boot. I *am* on the job after
all.
I
notice his hand still on my thigh and I place my hand over his and slide it
toward my bare cunt, spreading my legs as I move his hand. Once his hand is
nestled between my legs, I close them, keeping his hand there so he can feel
how he makes me feel.
Of course, this *is* a job, so I
should be concentrating on him. So I place my hand between *his* legs and pet
his cock through his jeans. "So am I gonna get my watch?"
Why not? I'll get it back, off her
dead body later. Of course I do have to remove my hand from her cunt, in order
to give her the watch.
I'm a little surprised she hasn't
commented on my cold skin. However, it *is* a cool night out. Maybe she just
assumes. And she hasn't noticed any lack of breathing, because I've gotten
quite good at acting like a human when I need to.
I hand her my watch and then return
my hand to its previous place. She moans a little and rubs my cock harder
through the jeans. I tease her clit with my fingers, as I look out the window.
Just a few more blocks. Good. I don't really want another hand job. I want her
mouth. And I want to fuck her. Not necessarily in that order.
Shit, there he goes again, being
all *nice*.
A girl could get spoiled.
But he rubs my clit and I pet
him harder because I want him to feel what *I* feel at this point.
So, I unzip his jeans and slowly
slip my hand inside. And I *am* surprised that he's not circumsized. That's
strange these days.
Although I definitely won't protest,
if she wants to jerk me off again. And again, she hasn't noticed how quickly I
got erect again. With all her experience, she obviously doesn't really pay that
much attention, while she's on the job. Just lies there and lets guys fuck her,
probably. Well, she won't be doing that tonight. I like whoever I'm with to be
a willing participant.
And so far, she definitely *is*
that.
Shit! I hiss and buck up against her
hand when she runs a fingernail along the sensitive underside of my cock. Okay,
so she pays enough attention to know a few tricks. And her hand feels good.
It's been a while since I've been with a human. I almost forgot how good the
heat feels.
Tonight is so weird.
I mean, he didn't ask, I'm just
doing.
I never *just* do.
I've never given a rat's ass if
they get as much as I could do because they're all assholes.
I guess for a thousand dollars
though...
I rub my barely-covered breasts
sensuously against him and whisper, "How long before we're there?"
And damn, he's cold!
I look out the window and sigh.
We're not moving. And our taxi driver is muttering something. Car accident?
Normally, I'd go look and be amused. But I doubt she'd find it amusing, or find
*my* reaction amusing, either. Damn.
"As long as it'll take for them
to clear the road," I shrug, looking back at her. "After that, it's
another five minutes." Granted, we could walk, but I'm not going to suggest
it, yet. I wonder if there's a little exhibitionist in 'Jennie'? I smile.
"Any ideas for how to pass the time?"
I lick my lips and he wiggles
his fingers just a little near my clit.
"Well... we could chat
about the weather," I say. "*Or*..."
I pull his cock out of his pants
and OH MY GOD is he huge!
Just what I've been craving.
And I bet he knows how to use it
too.
"*Or* I could see if I can
fit your cock in my mouth. What'll it be?"
"It's supposed to snow
tonight," I say with a smile. "There. That option's taken care of.
Now, what were you saying about your mouth and my cock?"
"Is it?" I ask.
Well, at least I won't be in my
shack of an apartment with no heat tonight. I assume I'll be in his apartment
all night.
I suppose I asked for that. But I
was trying to be funny. Will always says I should stick to what I'm good at. I
guess he was right.
But to remind her that I'm
interested in more enjoyable ways to pass the time, I pinch her clit.
Right, Faith. No brooding on the
job. Be thankful that you don't have to run around in the street tonight
wearing next to nothing. That perhaps you'll be in warm comfortable bed,
perhaps enjoying yourself, even.
What I wouldn't give to be
guaranteed these things every night for the rest of my life!
"Well, speaking of cold,
I'll have to work at this," I tell him. "I've swallowed cock before,
but... you're *impressive* let's say."
I can't help grinning. Darla has
told me more than once that one of the reasons she turned me was because I was
handsome, but it was an even nicer surprise when she saw me naked. So it's no
surprise that Faith is impressed. But it never hurts to hear it, either.
"I'm a man, F-" Shit!
"Jennie." I'm also a moron. I can't fucking believe I did that! But I
have to cover. Not let her think about my slip. "I'm quite sure you can
figure out how to get me off." And I really hope she didn't catch that
screw-up of mine.
I immediately pull away.
Completely.
I heard what I heard.
"Who the fuck are you and
what do you want?"
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