STALKER

WARNING: PLEASE NOTE this story is DARK erotica thriller with a morally grey hero and contains MATURE themes such as stalking, kidnapping, CNC, Dubious con, manipulation, blackmail, murder, primal play.

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MILES

It’s been over a few weeks since I’ve started this obsession over a woman.

She’s a new hooker working with a madame that I used to frequent.

Her name is Rosie.

I don’t know if that’s her real name or just something she uses as an alias, but let’s just call her Rosie.

She’s got thick brown hair covering her heart-shaped face, blue-grey eyes. She’s a thick girl with curves in all the right places and a height of maybe five-feet one.

I have seen her lurking on the streets during weekends looking for potential clients, wearing tight outfits, a top that made her breasts spill out and a short skirt with fishnets.

It makes my blood boil seeing a beautiful girl like her working like that, and I can’t sleep thinking of the dozens of men touching her.

It makes my skin crawl.

I don’t think I can sit back and watch her work the streets.

I have filthy thoughts about her every night. I torture myself and fantasize about what life could be with Rosie.

Maybe I can make her mine and provide for her so she doesn’t have to work on the streets anymore.

I almost gave in to the temptation of stopping my car right in front of her. I know the drill. She would tell me her price; we’d bargain, and then she would slide into my car and I’d drive her to a motel.

But here’s the thing. I don’t want a one-time thing.

It’s forever I’m looking for with Rosie.

And then I finally get my chance.

I don’t see Rosie on a Friday night which is odd because Fridays and Saturdays are where the girls make most of the money so I ask the madam of the brothel about her and she tells me that Rosie ran away, says maybe she even got herself killed.

My hand twitches because I want to punch her face, but I stop myself.

I already have tons of criminal records for theft and…

A murder.

I don’t need to go to prison for assaulting this smelly bitch.

“Um, excuse me, sir?” The waitress interrupts my train of thought. “Would you like to order something?”

I’ve been sitting in this diner for god-knows-how-long, wondering where she must have disappeared to, so food is not really on my agenda, but I’m fucking hungry.

“Yeah, I’ll just…uh…” I flip through the yellowed pages. Wouldn’t have hurt them to print a new one. “Have this cheeseburger with a side of signature potato wedges, please, and a Coke.”

She smiles at me suggestively. “Anything else?”

Nope. Just get the fuck off.

“No, thanks.” I plaster a fake smile.

It’s as if the universe is secretly working to help me, because she walks into the place and I can hardly concentrate on what the waitress is saying.

I mentally whistle.

Even without the layers of caked makeup, I can recognize that face.

It’s Rosie.

ONE HOUR EARLIER

ROSIE

I have a feeling someone is following me, but when I stop and look back, there’s no one. A random car passes by, but other than that there’s no one here.

I wonder if Clara found out about my ‘great escape’ and decided to put some people on the hunt.

I can’t go back to that shithole.

That woman is the worst, and I’d rather die than go back to her.

I look at the deserted road behind me. It’s been over two hours of non-stop walking, and I’m not even sure where I am right now.

The road is deserted, surrounded by trees that loom on both sides.

I stop to catch my breath.

Just ahead I see a gas station and a small diner sitting next to it, lit by a neon sign that reads ‘Martha’s Diner.’

My stomach growls at the idea of eating food after hours of exhaustion. Apart from the sandwich that I had in the morning, there was nothing else in my system. Thankfully, I’d packed that sandwich yesterday when I left that place. Now, I only had a few snacks and a blueberry muffin that was smashed.

Even the thought of walking to that diner is torture in itself.

I make it finally, and when I step inside, I immediately regret it.

There are a bunch of people here, mostly burly men seated in groups.

I take a tentative step inside the diner and sit down at an empty table far away from the group of men. I keep my head down so I don’t make any eye-contact.

A pretty waitress whose name tag reads ‘Lila’ approaches me with a menu card, giving me a little smile.

I look at it and point at a cheap meal. I have little money, which I need to save for at least a week until I travel to a new city and find a job.

“I’ll have the kids’ meal. The nuggets, fries and water, please.”

She gives me a look, probably wondering why I’m so cheap. I have a feeling she’s going to refuse the kids meal to a grown-ass woman like me, but she surprises me by writing my order.

“Anything else?” The friendly smile is gone.

“No, thank you.”

The order of four nuggets and fries arrives a few minutes later. It’s a small portion, barely filling, but it’s alright. It even has a small red flag on a toothpick on top of it.

I can make do tonight. I’ll worry about tomorrow later.

I thank the waitress and wolf it all done in under ten minutes.

Just then, from the corner of my eye, I notice a man at the far end of the diner staring at me.

He’s a big man, tall with a mop of dark hair on his head, a few strands of inky hair falling over his forehead. His muscular forearms are planted on the table in front of him as he continues staring at me.

He has a very strong aura.

Do I know him?

A cold chill runs down my spine when he continues to stare, refusing to look away.

I have to get away from here.

I pay for my meal in a hurry and even though I can’t afford to tip, I still do because she’s been nice enough to get me that kids’ meal order and also because I can’t wait to get away from this place fast enough.

I grab my little bag and step outside.

It’s drizzling. I wish I could stay in the diner for a little longer, but I can’t risk that, not when that man inside could be one of the Clara’s men on the lookout for me. This place is close to where I escaped from. She can easily track me down, and I know I shouldn’t relax just because I’ve gotten away with it for a few hours.

I walk down the street when I feel a car approaching behind me.

Don’t look back! Keep walking!

It’s an old RV truck.

The window rolls down. “Can I give you a ride somewhere?”

I keep walking as I answer him, “No, thank you. I’m good.”

It takes me a second to realize this is the same man who was in the diner a few minutes ago. He’s the guy who was staring at me.

Did he follow me here?

“Where are you headed?” He pushes without taking a hint.

“Home,” I tell him.

“Home?”

“I saw you at the diner earlier. Are you following me?” I ask him point-blank.

He gives me an innocent look. “Following you? Nah. I was just driving along this road and saw you walking alone. It’s getting dark, and the weather forecast warned about a rainstorm. This is not really a safe place for a girl to be walking alone.”

“I…I’ll manage. Thanks for asking.”

I jog faster, but the van matches my speed.

He sighs, “You sure you don’t want a ride?”

He doesn’t seem like a criminal or a dangerous person. Maybe he just wants to help me.

I look down the dark road ahead of me and there are barely any cars, no sign of a bus station or houses for miles.

This is my only chance to get away from this town faster. If Clara catches up, she’ll drag me back there. The police there don’t really care about people like me since they get a certain cut from her.

I look around, and there’s still no sign of a car.

I climb into the RV’s passenger seat.

The door shuts behind me, and the lock falls into place.

And I just realize, I have just sealed my fate. If he’s a murderer, then I’m as good as dead now.

Miles leans against the steering wheel. “So where to?”

“Um, just out of town.”

He nods. I have a minute to notice his features properly now. He’s really good-looking, with dark hair and onyx eyes, and a chiseled jawline. With broad shoulders and thick biceps underneath the faded flannel shirt, he’s tough looking, so if he really is an offender, then I don’t have a fucking chance.

The radio speaks of the weather forecast and how there is going to be a rainstorm. People are advised not to leave their homes.

So, he wasn’t lying earlier.

The wipers swipe at the occasional raindrops on the windshield.

“You’re Rosie, aren’t you?”

My heart thunders against my chest.

Yup, I’m in trouble. He’s not a murderer, but he works for her.

I clench the bag in my hand as he goes on, “You work for Clara, right? I have seen you around with the other working girls.”

“I…I need to get down.”

He doesn’t stop or even react to what I say. “You don’t have to be scared of me. I’m not one of her men.”

I sag back with relief, but not for long.

“She’s offered a reward, you know.” He says, and he doesn’t sound sleazy. He’s merely stating a fact. “A reward of five hundred bucks for anyone who finds her. I think that’s pretty cheap of her, considering how much money you probably bring her.”

“I’m going to find a job soon, and I’ll give you that amount of money if you don’t give me to her.”

“Oh, I don’t really care about the money, Rosie.”

“Then what do you want?”

He smirks, “I want your pussy, and I’ll pay you for it. Whatever your price is.”

“One-Fifty for one hour. But if you’re planning to give me to Clara, I’ll do it for free in exchange for a ride.”

“Why, that’s awfully nice of you, Rosie, but a pretty girl like you shouldn’t spread her legs for free. Let’s make that deal sweeter. Two hundred and a free ride, how about that?” He smiles as if he’s doing a huge favor on me.

“Sounds good.”

I mean, I have slept with a dozen men, so one more extra isn’t going to kill me.

“Are you clean?”

I nod. “I don’t do drugs, and I just got tested recently for STDs.”

“I’m clean too. I’ll show you my reports so you don’t have to worry.”

“So where do you want to do it?” I get straight to the point.

“Plenty of space in my van. I’ve got a makeshift bed. I think that’ll be good.”

“Okay, right now?”

“There’s a free parking space for the RV nearby. We can park there, you okay with that?”

“Yes, that works.”

He stares straight ahead on the road. “So, what’s the story? Why were you working for Clara?”

“I…I needed extra money for college and rent, stuff like that, and I saw an ad online. I just didn’t know what kind of person she was. It was supposed to be a side hustle, just for a couple of nights, but she—

“Didn’t let you leave. I get it.”

“Yeah, and threatened me with my pictures and videos.”

“Well, I’m glad you got out of that situation.” He says, “You deserve to be cherished and cared for, not work on the streets.”

“Right.”

He is a bit weird, but I guess everyone has some flaws.

Once I’m done with him for tonight, I can go back to my life and put all this behind me.

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