Under the skin of Lola May

Under the skin of Lola May Under the skin of Lola May

Status: Finished

Genre: Memoir

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Status: Finished

Genre: Memoir

Summary

The dairy of a girl driven by sex and trying to find a meaning to her messed up life. The story starts with Lola's last job and continues with the events that lead to this fateful night and the consequences.

Summary

The dairy of a girl driven by sex and trying to find a meaning to her messed up life.
The story starts with Lola's last job and continues with the events that lead to this fateful night and the consequences.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The beginning of the end

Author Chapter Note

The dairy of a girl driven by sex and trying to find a meaning to her messed up life. The story starts with Lola's last job and continues with the events that lead to this fateful night and the consequences. There is a frontier, a reef of cells separating me from the outside world, a few millimetres of skin distancing me from reality. I am but a ghost in an armour of flesh.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 20, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 20, 2011

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“We think we’ve come so far. On all our lies we depend. Facing our consequence. This is the beginning of the end”. Reznor

The sun is setting over the French capital. Its orange glow twirls around me as I walk through the revolving door of the George V Hotel. I’m feeling somewhat more nervous than usual. R has never been an easy client and I could sense that something in the air tonight wasn’t right. A sudden shiver crossed my body. Someone must be walking over my grave. I hold on tightly to my black coat. All I have underneath is a pair of black lace panties. This was R's request.

I walk through the lobby, my heart is pounding. This is unusual. The concierge glances in my direction and rolls his eyes. He's seen me before, he knows where I'm going, and he knows what I am.

Inside the elevator I press the button to the 5th floor and check myself in the mirror. You look pale dear. I readjust my recently dyed blue hairs and take a deep breath as the elevator doors open.

R's room is only a few steps away. This is the 3rd time we meet in this hotel. R is into politics. He likes the privacy here. Many politicians manage their affairs here. R is just another one of them. I knock.

“It's me.” I say trying to sound confident.

There’s a long silence before the door opens slightly.

"Come in."

I push the door; R is already walking back to the sofa carrying a glass of whisky from his finger tips. He didn’t even look at me.

"Want a drink?"

"Same as you, honey."

R pours me a glass and casually hand it over.

"Here you go."

I take the glass from his hand. R’s not one for sweet talk but he is particularly evasive tonight. Outside the street lights flicker, one by one. It’s pretty. I try to relax. R shuts the heavy curtains in a quick move that almost made me jump.

"Get on the bed". He says. "Take your coat off."

I drink up the whiskey and lie naked on top of the red satin cover, arms around my chest, feeling vulnerable. R comes, near the bed, touches my knees with the cold, now empty, glass. He moves the glass slowly up between my thighs until it reaches the little mount of flesh above my clit. He rubs the glass for a few seconds then changes hand and reaches inside the lace. By contrast, the palm of his hand feels hot. His fingers try to dig themselves into my flesh. The skin is dry, it’s not pleasant. But he keeps at it and finds a use for his other hand on my tits. He’s squeezing my breast like a rotten fruit, his fingers burying deeper inside my vagina. Thankfully, I start to get wet. Not by excitement but by necessity. He notices the change and starts digging harder. I can see the bulge in his black trousers getting bigger. R remains silent. He does not talk during our sessions. His eyes just get bigger and his mouth smaller. I just moan and try to think of something else. This is the first thing I learned on the job.

R suddenly stops. He smells his fingers and smiles.

"I've got a surprise for you." He says while rushing out to his coat on the sofa. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

"Tada!" He says with a big grin, wiggling the cuffs in the air. This is not like him. I've been handcuffed before but not with R, this was not his style. I try to giggle convincingly.

Without hesitation R grabs my hands and cuffs me to the headboard. I smile nervously. He climbs onto me, his knees digging in my hip. He pulls out a bunch of keys out of his trouser pocket, picked a sharp one and starts sawing through the thin lace with it. His movements are brutal and his breathing heavy. He’s still smiling. The last threads covering me snap, not without leaving a few scratches inside my left thigh which start bleeding. He quickly goes down on me and licks the blood off. His tongue stings, my heart is racing, I keep pulling at the handcuffs, rubbing the skin of my wrist raw. His tongue is now rubbing my clit. This is not fun, this must be what the strange feeling I had earlier was about. It was a warning sign; I should have trusted my instinct.

R comes back up. Towering over me he says out of breath:

"You taste good, you know?"

I can feel the heat from his body and the bitter air he exhales. With one hand he unfastens his belt, unzips his trousers and pulls his steamy cock out. It is red with veins pulsing. He wanks while pressing on my tits. Then he picks up the keys and starts scratching around my nipples. I’m starring right in his eyes with a confused look.

"It hurts now, that's not funny!" I shout.

-"I think it's funny."

-"I'll pay extra, don't worry." He laughs.

I’m wiggling around trying to get him off me, hoping that if I can at least move one leg my knee cap would crush his fat balls in no time.

"Let me go know now! Get off me!" I scream.

He puts one hand over my mouth.

"You're making too much noise dear. Shhh! Be a nice girl." He whispers to my ear.

At this point I resign myself to just let him get on with it and hope he comes soon and let me go. I can already feel his wet cock dripping onto my stomach. Hopefully, it won't be long. But then I feel the jagged sharp edge of the key slicing the side of my rib cage, soon followed by more cuts. There is no way I can handle this pain. For the first time I feel completely helpless. I keep pulling at the handcuffs, shaking the headboard to free at least one hand. R reaches down to lick the fresh cuts. Suddenly, to my surprise, the wooden bar of the headboard snaps. I kick him off the bed, missing his balls, but not by much, I grab the bedside lamp and smash it over his head.

R is now lying on the carpet, face down, blood quietly pouring out of his hair; his shirt collar turning red. I’m too scared to check if he’s alive or not. I don't really care. I inspect my wrist, my breast, my ribs and my thighs. My heartbeat echoes and throbs all over my body.

"Get out quick!" I say to myself.

I pick up the remains of my underwear, put my coat on and aim for the door. I force myself no to look back. I walk swiftly to the elevator, try to slow down through the lobby not to attract attention. I look at the concierge desk. Nobody’s there. Good! I finally reach the street. It’s raining. The cold water feels good, I need a shower, a warm one. When I finally turn the corner, I start to cry. The rain stings my wrist and I’m now cold. All I can think of is to get home and get clean. After that, who knows?


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