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Eryn; there can only be one.
“Fuck yes, oh god. I’m cumming all over the fucking place. Play with my pussy. Smack my ass. Fuck me hard. Eat out my tight cunt.” These words have become a familiar mantra to me
over the last couple of years. This is how I make my living. Don’t get me wrong, I keep things classy. I don’t have sex with randoms. I’m no whore. I’m a high-class escort. I work with the politicians, the rich and famous, and most of the time married old guys that like to get their rocks off with young girls. I’m twenty-four years old and richer than I’ve ever dreamed. I still like to work in the bar just to keep up appearances and maintain my reputation as the poor girl. Most of the guys I’m with just use me to get their own rocks off and never go slow enough or play enough to actually get me off. I get wet easily, but that’s the extent of it. It takes work to get me off and none of the men I’m with want to put in the work. I like fucking, don’t get me wrong. But I prefer making love, slow and sweet. Believe it or not, I’ve never been with a woman. Not even a drunken kiss. I’ve been checked out by plenty, but none of them have ever caught my fancy. I usually just smile back and move on. V caught my eye from the instant she walked around me to check out my ass. I have never had someone so blatantly want me and it really put me on a high.
When she took me in the bathroom, I wasn
’t exactly sure what to expect so I let her take the reins. She did a damn good job. I squirted all over and I rarely do that. I’ve never done it with anyone else. Always just by myself, with my battery-operated boyfriend in hand. When Savage came into the bathroom, it made the whole situation even hotter. I’ve been watching him for a while, but I honestly never thought he’d make a move. He always seems so professional when I see him. No matter how short my skirt is or how much of my tits I have on show, he rarely spares me a second glance. I kind of thought I was just unattractive to him, but now I feel a whole different vibe. We take things back to my place. I love my house because I worked damn hard for it. Acting basically, no different than what they do on TV. I’m not ashamed by my job choice, but it’s not acceptable in today’s society, so I keep it a secret. For my sake and the sake of my high profile clients. We all got off throughout the night so many times that I lost count. V almost has me questioning my sexuality and I’m grateful for her that she opened me up to a whole world that I have never even imagined. I don’t picture myself seriously ever settling down with a woman, though. I think this is just a one night fling. When V went to get dressed after we were all done, I felt a sense of relief. It was so fun and sexy, but I want Savage to myself now.
When she was out of the room and he attempted to seduce me, I couldn
’t help but think how adorable his attempt was. He actually thought he was being smooth. I hoisted myself up on the table and spread my legs so he could get a good look at the merchandise. I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my leg. He tried to be gentle with me at first and I rewarded him for his good behavior by screaming louder as a green light for him to fuck me for all I’m worth. It was some of the best sex I’ve had to date and I’m hoping that we continue whatever we’ve got going here. We have amazing chemistry. I didn’t even notice V sitting beside us until Savage asked her a question. The next thing I know, she’s spazzing out and everything is going downhill. She mentioned murdering someone and my brain completely shut down. I’ve never been very quick on my feet and this is no exception. I started crying and begging, hoping maybe that would deter her. It only seemed to make her crazier. When I saw the gun, fear overtook my being and I crumpled onto the floor. Next thing I know, Savage is dead and I’m next in line.
“Wait…wait…don’t do this! I can help you!” I utter. One last plea for my life. One last attempt to remedy this situation I find myself not so willingly in.
“Fix me? Oh, you want to fix me? Nobody can just love me the way that I am!” She’s strangely calm with an odd gleam in her. This side of her is nothing like what I’d experienced in the last twenty-four hours. I should have never brought a stranger home.
“No…No
, not like that! I just mean…I can help you, I can go on the run with you! We can do this together! I have money!” I’m trying. Her eyes look dangerously black and I have no other choice. I get down on my back and close my eyes. I think about the better times I’ve had, the happy thoughts. She laughs menacingly and I know that it’s all over. I pray for forgiveness. I feel the sharp pain shoot through my shoulder and I cry out. She’s toying with me. She could have easily got me in the heart. I saw how good of a shot she is. She got Savage instantly.
“Now you’re damaged goods. Destined to walk the earth the same way I have to. Maybe you’ll be a little more careful with your heart and not so fucking trusting. That shit is pathetic!” With that she leaves and I’m crying and thanking everything that is holy,
I’m still here! The chorus angels sing. Then she’s back in the blink of an eye.
“No…please don’t!” I start to beg again. I’m even annoyed at the own sound of my voice, but I don’t know what else to do. Do I fight or do I give up?
“I told you not to be too trusting.” She’s so cold. The voice that rings out is that of a woman possessed.
My life was gone in the blink of an eye. It
’s true what they say,
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
Acknowledgments
As always I’d like to acknowledge my amazing beta readers. Without your suggestions, comments and amazing feedback; Used would have never left scrivener. I appreciate each and every one of you and hope to work with you all in the future.
Thank you to the amazing people I’ve met through social networking. Authors, bloggers and readers alike. I am so grateful to be involved in this amazing community.
Thanks to the CCC, I love my cougars. Your unwavering support never ceases to encourage and amaze me. You all hold a special place in my heart and let's face it, I get most of my dirty girl research from listening to my favorite dirty girls. You know who you are.
Thank you to my friends and family.
Special thanks to Limitless Publishing. It is a privilege to work with every member of this team. I am blessed to meet a different member every day. You all have been so welcoming and I cannot wait to continue this journey and see where it takes me.
Thank you Jennifer for taking a chance on Used and brain storming with me. I hope that you won't regret it.
About the Author
I am twenty-three years old and live in a small and boring farm town in Michigan, USA.
I work between 40-60 hours a week as a manager for an assisted living program working with mentally challenged adults.
I don't have any children or a husband, but I do have a crazy cockapoo dog that is still going through her terrible two phase. Her name is Jezebella.
Every bit of my erotica novellas are fictional on my part, unfortunately my social life is not that interesting. But research has been very fun and exciting to say the least.
I am all about embracing your inner dirty girl. We ALL have one.
In my free time, I love to write and read.
Used will be my first published erotic novella, but I have other works under other author names.
V will always hold a special place in my heart. She's a crazy bitch, but I love to hate her. I hope that you all will
too.