Chapter 14: 14

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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Demi was sitting on the windowsill staring out of the window. It had been two weeks since she had last seen Michael. She still thought about him every day but would soon push the thoughts of him aside. She had been to visit her brothers twice; it was heartbreaking to see them crying and clinging to her when the staff at the children’s home would tell them that visiting time was over.

Demi had now got two jobs, one three days a week in a café and she was still working as a waitress at the strip club at night and she was exhausted. More money was needed to pay a deposit on a house plus money for furniture, she felt it was going to take forever to get it all together.

Hanna and especially Darryl had been good to her. They were supportive of her and told her that she could stay in the apartment until she was sorted.

Demi now knew that Hanna, apart from working behind the bar at the club, slept with men for money and Darryl was the one who found the clients for her. Most of them were rich married businessmen. Hanna would go away for the weekend with them and the money she made was insane. Demi was desperate to get her own place so she could get her brothers back with her and she had told Darryl that she was tempted to do what Hanna does. Darryl told her not to do it. He said he didn’t think she was strong enough to handle a life like that.

Max, the owner of the strip club had kept his word and had one of his security men keep an eye on her while she worked. Max had taken a shine to Demi, and they got along well. Darryl wasn’t happy about it and kept telling her not to trust him, but she couldn’t see what the fuss was all about, he was nice to her.

 

“Earth to Demi” she heard Darryl say and turned to face him.

“Where were you this time?” he laughed.

“Just thinking,” she sighed.

Darryl placed his hands on her knees, opened her legs, and stood between them squashing her against the window. “Shall we put on a show for people out there?” he grinned.

“Get lost perv,” she laughed trying to push him away.

Darryl stuck his bottom lip out pretending to sulk. “We can have some playtime again.” He said as he ran his hands up her skirt.

A tingle ran up her spine at the touch of his warm hands. “Grow up Darryl, how old are you, ten?” She giggled.

“After last week you should know I’m not a little boy.” He grinned.

Demi pushed him away as she slid off the windowsill. “Then stop acting like one,” she giggled. “I’ve got to get ready for work.”

Demi smiled as she made her way to the bathroom; Darryl always made her laugh, but he could be so childish sometimes.

“Thirty,” Darryl said as she walked away.

Demi stopped and turned to face him, “What?”

“I’m thirty,” he said as he lay down on the sofa.

“And what’s that got to do with me?” she asked.

“I just thought I’d tell you,” He shrugged feeling deflated with her rejection.

“Oh right,” Demi nodded wondering why he was telling her how old he was. “I’m twenty-three.” She said as she left the living room.

Darryl sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. He’d fancied Demi from the first time they met. Now she was living in Hanna’s apartment and he’d spent time with her, he wanted her all the more; he thought she was a sweet girl. The only thing he didn’t like was that she worked at Max’s club. He hated Max. Max was his cousin, so he knew all about him and knew he was trying to get with Demi. He had nearly fallen out with Hanna over getting Demi the job there.

 

When Demi finished her shower, she wrapped a large white towel around her and left the bathroom. Darryl was standing in the hallway. “What do you want?” She asked trying to get past him.

“You,” He grinned placing his hand on the wall so she couldn’t pass.

Demi rolled her eyes. “I think Hanna’s in her room, go and get it off her,” she laughed ducking under his arm to getaway.

Darryl grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back. “You know it’s you I want,” he said nuzzling his face against her neck as he walked her towards her bedroom, still holding her around her waist. Demi’s stomach swirled; she liked how forceful he was being.

Demi squealed with laughter as Darryl spun her around, pushed her on the bed, and placed his hands over hers that were holding on tight to the towel to stop it from opening. “You’ve not gone shy on me, have you?” He laughed yanking her hands off the towel and opened it. “Oh my god,” He grinned as he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “I love a freshly shaved pussy.” He said kneeling on the floor and burying his face between her legs. Demi gasped at the heat of his hot tongue sliding up her slit. Demi held onto his hair moaning with pleasure as his hot tongue slid inside her while he rubbed her clit with this thumb. Darryl lapped her juice like his life depended on it. Demi arched her back gasping for air and howled as her orgasm rose from the tips of her toes to her head.

Darryl stood up and quickly got undressed and lay on top of her, resting on his elbows as he gazed into her big brown eyes. Demi felt herself blush under his lustful gaze. Darryl moved his hand between them and held his rock-hard cock searching for her entrance and took one hard thrust into her, stretching her hole to its limit.

“Oh yes!” she screamed gripping her nails into his back as he thrust into her. Her body shook with the power of his shaft hitting her g-spot with force. The headboard banged against the wall as he pounded into her. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as his thick cock pumped in and out of her like a well-oiled piston. Demi let out a loud moan as another orgasm raged through her body like wildfire. She didn’t want him to stop. “Fuck me harder!” she screamed.

Darryl groaned as he rammed himself into her. Demi bucked her hips howling in pleasure rolling her head from side to side as he crushed her body into the bed. Sweat poured from Darryl’s forehead as he let out an almighty groan, took one last thrust, and held himself deep inside her as he cum. Demi moaned in ecstasy from the feel of his pulsating cock pumping his hot cum inside her. They passionately kissed grinding their sweat-soaked bodies against each other for what seemed like forever.

 

Darryl rolled off her and lay with his arm over his face gasping for breath. Once again, Demi felt guilty. She swung her legs off the bed and wrapped her towel around her.

“Where are you going?” Darryl asked.

 “To the bathroom to get cleaned up,” she answered leaving the room.

When Demi returned to the bedroom, Darryl was still lying on the bed. “Can you go, so I can get ready for work,” she coldly said passing him his jeans.

“Why are you being like this?” Darryl asked thinking he’d done something wrong.

“You’ve had your fuck now, so you can go.” She snapped.

Darryl stared at her, “You just don’t realize it, do you?”

“Realise what?” she said taking her dress from the wardrobe.

Darryl stood up, placed his hands on her shoulders, and turned her to face him. “You’re more than just a fuck to me.”

Demi tilted her head to one side. “I thought I was more than a fuck to the last man I slept with, but I was wrong.”

“Demi don’t be like this.” Darryl gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

Tears welled in Demi’s eyes. “Just go please.” She whispered.

Darryl stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Tear’s streamed down Demi’s face: she was tired from working so many hours. She wished Darryl wasn’t so nice so she could ignore his advances and once again she felt like she’d cheated on Michael. She wished she could forget him.

 

That evening Demi and Hanna took a taxi to work. Darryl hadn’t returned to drive them there. Hanna knew that something was wrong with Demi, but Demi didn’t want to talk about it. She wasn’t her chirpy self all evening at work and Max had noticed. At the end of her shift, Max called Demi to his office.

“What’s been wrong with you tonight?” he asked passing her a drink.

Demi stared across the office and sighed. “I’ve got so much going on in my life, I don’t know if I’m coming or going.”

“Tell your Uncle Max what’s wrong,” he smiled as he sat on the chair next to her. “I may be able to help.”

Demi burst into tears and told him about her needing money to get a house sorted so her brothers could live with her.

“So, it’s money you need?” He curiously asked.

“Yes,” Demi sniffled.

Max stood up and poured himself another drink. “Does Darryl know about your situation?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Hasn’t he offered you to work for him?”

“Do you mean like what Hanna does some weekends?” she asked.

Max nodded.

“I have spoken to him about it, but he told me no.” she sniffled taking a sip of her drink

“Why?” Max asked.

“Because he thinks I wouldn’t be able to cope with it.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to cope?” Max curiously asked.

“I don’t know,” Demi slumped in her chair. “But I need to get a home for my brothers.”

Max placed his finger under her chin, raised her face, and looked her straight in the eyes. “I can help you. Do you know you’d get three thousand pounds for a full weekend away with a client?”

“Yes,” Demi nodded. “Hanna told me.”

“I know someone who is going away this weekend and he needs a companion.” He paused taking a swig of his drink. “Think about it, Demi, you could have a home for your brothers by next week if you did it.”

“I don’t know,” Demi nervously swallowed. “What if it’s some old fat guy, I’d be scared.”

Max burst out laughing. “It won’t be an old fat guy, it’ll be me.”

Demi stared wide-eyed at him, “You?”

“Yes me,” Max nodded. “A friend of mine is having a theme party.” He playfully nudged her. “Come on, I’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know, can I think about it?” Demi nervously licked her lips

“I’ll make it three and a half if you come with me.”

Demi’s heart thudded in her chest. Three and a half thousand pounds was more than enough for her to set up a home. She stared at Max for what seemed like forever. He wasn’t bad looking and had an ok body and he had been so nice to her since she’d begun working for him. “Ok, I’ll go with you.”

“Bring your bank details in with you tomorrow morning, I’ll transfer the money into your account, and we will leave midday.” Max smiled the biggest smile she’d ever seen. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Ok, thank you,” she smiled standing up to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.

“Demi,” Max called

“Yeah?” she said turning to face him.

“Don’t tell Hanna or Darryl about this. I’ll only get accused of favoritism.” Max choked a little laugh. “And there’s no need to pack anything. I’ll buy you some new clothes when we get there as a treat.”

 “Thank you.” Demi smiled leaving the office.

When Demi entered the bar, Hanna was talking to some friends and hadn’t noticed that she had been in Max’s office. “Are you ready to go?” she asked glancing out of the window and could see several taxies outside.

As Hanna and Demi left the club, Demi bumped into a man in the doorway. “Sorry,” she said as she carried on walking. The man stopped walking and watched Demi leave the building. He knew he knew her from somewhere but couldn’t remember. As Demi and Hanna climbed into the taxi, he suddenly remembered where he knew her from. “Hey!” he cried rushing out of the club, but it was too late. Demi’s taxi was driving away.

“Shit,” the man muttered taking his mobile out of his jacket pocket and dialed his friend as he watched the taxi drive away. “Hello Michael,” he said. “I’ve just seen Demi.”

 

 


Submitted: November 19, 2021

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