Prologue
Prologue
I laid there as he thrust into me continuously while I pretend to be having as much fun as him, his thrust increasing as he was approaching his climax, I looked at him and told him to thrust harder, so he could climax fast and it will make it easier for me to fake an orgasm as usual.
In less than a minute it was all over, he pulled out of me smirking. I stood up from the bed searching for my crop top and skirt, finding them I put them on as well as my underwear and bra my eyes searching for my shoes which was discarded in a haste earlier on.
“You were great Lydia, how much do I owe you?”
I looked up and told him the amount again while my eyes see what I had been searching for not far from the bed, I put them on looking at him to see him shaking his head at the price I called.
This was the part I hated when they all try to be smart, it made me wonder if they think that I do this because I love sleeping with different men every night but then again no one gives a fuck. I always made sure to tell them the rules before we begin anything to avoid trouble but some of them act like trouble follows them.
“I told you the rules before we started, I went down on you twice like you wanted and then we went three rounds, pay up.”
It was at times like this I wish I had a pimp but with them came troubles, I would know.
“Cupcake even thou I know the rules what makes you think I want to follow them, huh?” He said with a creepy smile on his face. The smile was enough to give me the creeps but I wasn’t going to back out, what I do is not for fun but to make ends meet.
I earned my money and he was going to give me or I will get it myself.
“It’s people like you that makes it difficult for others to make head way, give me my money and we will part ways in a civil manner.”
He laughed and the goose bumps on my arms became more pronounce. Thou I was keeping up a brave face, I was scared out of my mind, what was I thinking when I hopped into his car to the motel earlier tonight, oh I know, I was thinking expensive car, he’s going to pay well.
I still amaze myself as how gullible I could be at times after seeing that life was not a place where anything is free, anything you want or have you have to get it somehow or you had gotten it somehow.
“Pretty face, you either collect what I am willing to offer or you leave.”
The amount he was offering was the price for just a blow job, and he got two and then three rounds of s*x, this was not going to end well, I just know it.
I picked up my bag from the floor and made my way to the entrance of the room, I could hear him chuckling behind me thinking that he had won.
I opened my bag and pulled out my pepper spray I carried around thanks to Williams’s insistence. I made my face impassive so he wouldn’t guess my intentions.
“It’s not over yet.” I said to him
He laughed holding his tummy like it hurt, he was still naked I realized, this was going to be real fun. I thought and smirked, he saw my face and stopped laughing.
“What you going to do cupcake?” He asked quirking his tongue, “Call the cops on me? You are a prostitute remember, they are not going to take you serious instead you will be spending the rest of the night in jail so I suggest you leave or take the offer I gave you.” he stated with a victorious smirk.
I turned making it look like I had giving up and opened the spray in my hand, I turned back immediately and sprayed him in the eyes and then went for his private part, immediately he started screaming
“You bitch!!! you are crazy, argh” he screamed, I hurried over to his wallet that I spied on the floor while I was searching for my heels and took the amount he owed me and stuffed it inside my bag.
“You asked for this, bringing out my bitchy side, I have taken my dues, I hope it hurts a whole lot asshole.” I told him then walked out of the room.
I hurried out of the motel before anyone noticed anything amiss. I got out and took a deep breath, I was glad I was the one who had the last laugh. I had had enough for tonight so I decided to go home, I stopped at a dark alley to change my clothes because I couldn’t go home like this. My black hair spilled down my back stopping at my waist as I pulled off the wig and I pulled my regular clothes on which was a plain V-neck top and jeans and wiped the make-up of my face putting my other clothes into the bag and stepped out the alley walking to the subway to wait for the train.
