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The heat between my legs has reached an unbearable point, shifting to a throb as Andre continues to growl out filthy words of encouragement I shouldn’t enjoy hearing.

“I want you to remember this tomorrow, Duchess.” His hand tightens in my hair. “I want you to remember my cock in your throat.” His words are sharp and edgy. “I want you to wish you could have it again, like the good girl you are.”

Andre obviously doesn’t know what makes a girl good, not according to the same society that will also turn around and chastise that good girl for being a prude.

Not that they’d do that if they saw me now, on my knees in front of a man I don’t know, choking myself on his cock for money.

Suddenly Andre’s hand grips my hair, using the hold to yank my mouth off his body as he leans forward, eyes locked on mine as he grunts out a groan.

A sudden heat coats my boobs, pulsing over them in waves as Andre’s forehead presses to mine, his hand in my hair still pinning me in place as he fists his dick, wringing the last spurt of cum free.

I did it.

Relief would make me sag if it wasn’t for his strong hand holding me tight.

Surely he’ll see that I might be a virgin but I’m a quick learner. Now maybe he’ll want—

Andre releases me and stands up, the movement quick and unexpected.

Then he walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone on my knees and covered in rapidly cooling jizz, not a tissue box in sight.

I barely get to my feet before there’s a soft knock at the door. A hand passes through a towel. “It’s time to go home.”

* * *

I CREEPINTO the tiny apartment I share with my mother, being careful not to step on the line feeding oxygen from the large tank in the living room to where she’s asleep in bed.

I go straight to the bathroom and strip off Madison’s dress before stepping under the lackluster dribble of hotish water squirting from the showerhead, hoping it will help wash away the dirty feeling that has nothing to do with what’s on my skin.

And everything to do with being kicked out of Andre’s penthouse thirty seconds after I sucked him off.

It’s yet another issue I’m going to have to come to terms with.

Because I didn’t feel dirty while I was actually being dirty. Not when I gagged on his dick. Not when he came on my chest. Not even when I considered touching myself in front of him to try to ease the ache between my legs.

This feeling didn’t happen until his sidekick Victor was sent to dispense me.

Again.

And this time there was no getting out of it.

Andre couldn’t even be bothered to say ‘bye, sorry I didn’t want to fuck you after all.’

Now I’m screwed. Yvonne repeated herself more times than I could count, reminding us that if we didn’t fuck then we didn’t get paid.

It’s disappointing as hell and I can’t imagine she’ll be thrilled with the outcome either, since I won’t be the only one who doesn’t get paid.

I dry off and grab the dress, quietly carrying it past my mother’s room, peeking inside as I pass.

She’s so thin that her body barely makes a dent in the mattress and it’s hard to tell what’s her limbs and what’s blanket, but she seems to be sleeping relatively well, so I creep away, closing the door to my own room before flipping on the light and pulling on a t-shirt and pajama pants.

I drape Madison’s dress over my desk chair. It will have to be dry-cleaned since I’m pretty sure there’s at least a few little Andres clinging to the neckline, but I should be able to get that done before my next shift at Platinum in two days.

Speaking of Platinum, I would have made a hell of a lot more money there tonight, and probably ended up with less sperm on my skin.

Probably.

I pick up the notebook I use to keep track of the tips I earn during each shift, so I can see if I’m getting any better at flirting while serving drinks to guys who are usually focused on chicks way more naked than I am.

I slide one finger down the line of numbers, mentally comparing them to what I know Madison normally brings in during a night of dancing on the stage and on laps.

It’s usually at least triple.

Definitely not attainable for me.

But maybe double is.


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