LAYLA
May 9th 2018
It took everything I had to drag my ass out of bed and get to work this morning. My head's hosting a raging headache after staying up late last night to indulge in another bottle of whiskey drowning my sorrows. After seeing Jimmy and fucking his brains out three times left me feeling like utter filth. I got so wasted I ended up masturbating with him heavily on my mind. I came so fucking hard I ended up passing out. I woke up at sunrise with the dildo still inside me and my hands on my kitty. I slowly removed the dildo and plunged it back inside of me. I raised my legs spreading them as far as I could and continued to fuck myself as my fingers rubbed my slick coated clit. I tried to think of anyone but Jimmy, pumping myself harder and violently stroking my kitty.
Nothing... My body wasn't responding or receiving any pleasure no matter how hard or fast I fucked myself. So I thought about Jimmy, I replayed how he had me pinned beneath him with one leg over his shoulder. His eyes feasting on my tits as they jumped up and down every time he thrust himself deeper into me. The cries of pleasure I couldn't contain bouncing off the walls making sweet music with the bed banging against the wall. Jimmy slides a hand down my leg, over my hip and starts stroking my kitty. The need to cum consumes me and I call out his name begging him to let me cum as my life depended on it.
"Tell me Ryder couldn't make you cum as I do!" His voice was hoarse
"You're fucking sick Jimmy" I cried out in-between my moans.
"Tell me you've wanted my cock so far up your cunt since the first time you caught me jacking off in the shower." His hand leaves my kitty and he pinches my nipple sending a ripple of pain laced with pleasure down to my core.
"Yes!" I screamed. "Yes, Jimmy. Now give it to me like you fucking need it too."
A low growl vibrates from his chest and he starts to pump into me faster. I cum squirting all over his dick leaving the mattress drenched in my cum.
"Fuck you, Jimmy." I sigh as my needy little cunt craves more of his affection as I sit in my car overlooking the carpark.
My eyes achingly scan over the cars to see who's here and who isn't. I don't see Caddies car. After yesterday's accident, I doubt she'll be showing up anyway. She's lucky the SUV wasn't speeding through the carpark like most cars do, trying their best to get away in a hurry from the house of sin. I open my car door and haul my nausea infested body out of the driver's seat and make the excruciatingly hundred-metre long hike to the clubs' entrance
I'm in desperate need of Lisas' hangover cocktail. I feel like a damn dump truck ran me over and forgot to come back to collect me. I turn left and head towards the bar. It's the one place you can be certain to find Lisa sitting down doing bar work or paperwork for Chad.
"Lisa..." I cry out as I walk into the room, removing my shades.
"LISA!" I cry out a little louder when she didn't answer me.
"Shit Layla!" Maddie walks past me pinching her nose with her fingers. "You smell like a brewery."
"Yeah well, We all can't smell like a bottle of sweet dicks like you Maddie," I reply in a snarky manner.
"One of a kind baby, One. Of. A. Kind." She does a little twirl in the middle of the room giggling.
Just watching her twirl had me feeling like I was gonna drop to the ground. I place my hand on my dizzy head and walk over to the bar moaning like a grizzly bear. I sit down on the stool and rest the side of my face up upon the cool countertop.
"You summoned me?" Lisa says as she approaches me.
"Wouldn't get too close to her. You'll end up intoxicated just by sniffing her." Maddie calls out as she takes a seat on the stool next to Lisa.
"Fuck up Maddie."
That's about all I can be half-arsed saying in my defence.
Lisa titters. "Jimmy can lead you astray and toss you away when he's done, babe." She gently rubs my back with her hand.
"I need one of your hangover cocktails before I can even muster up the energy to have a decent conversation with anyone." I groan feeling like utter shit.
" One corpse revived coming up." She merrily says walking behind the bar.
"Make it a double," I mumble hoping she heard me.
"Such a fitting name," Maddie says laughing. "You look like deaths been knocking on your door all week."
"Fuck up Maddie!"
Say one more word, just one...... I think to myself. The bitch wonders why no one can stand the sight of her. She's got no fucking filter which makes things a lot worse around here. She struts around the club believing she's the shit.
What is it that she says again? On, yeah...
"Everyone wants a piece of this brown Island girl." She says it as if she believes it.
Like the clubs gonna go under if she doesn't show up. If she learns how to keep her fucking hands to herself we might have been able to keep some of her loyal customers.
"Here babe, drink up." I hear Lisa place the glass on the bar countertop.
And like a dehydrated fish, I guzzle the glass in one hit not caring that half of it ended up all over me. It's the reason why I asked for a double. I do this every time. Lisa sits down in-between Maddie and me, she shifts and turns her body to face me.
"How do you know Jimmy?" I ask curiously.
"I dated him." She says as she scrunches her nose up.
"You?" I ask full of doubt.
"Yup, the one and only man I got with." Regret flashes past her eyes.
"Hold up," Maddie intervenes. "The Jimmy that Layla would rub herself to is the same Jimmy that turned you gay?" She says on the verge of laughing and looking extremely cheerful with her discovery.
Lisa and I refuse to entertain her assumptions and ignore her.
Another day, same old bullshit in the house that people claim to be like paradise.
"Please do explain," I ask her fully invested in what she has to say.
"It's kind of cliche but he was my brothers best friend and we got together." She says with a sad smile.
"And?" I ask wanting to know more.
Nothing Jimmy does will ever fucking surprise me. He's a self-centred prick who does what he wants when he wants. And what makes it a thousand times worse is now I know the bastard can fuck like a machine.
"And I walked in on him with his hand up Nicki's top and his lips sucking her face off."
"Fucking Jimmy!" I curse out. "He's still with Nicki and they have three boys together." I don't know why I felt the need to tell her when I know it won't make her feel any better.
"The son-of-a-bitch was here with you though." Her words were laced with venom.
"Yeah, but at least now you know him being with Nicki hasn't made him happy all these years later." I shrug my shoulder feeling a little less like shit.
Lisa's a gem and it's a pity Jimmy didn't realise he had one before discarding her like trash.
"I'll take me a large piece of Jimmy." Maddie mumbles.
"You can have the whole damn cake." I snap at her.
I look up and stare at her with a smile on my face picturing myself dragging her off the stool and out of the club by her hair kicking and screaming as the girls line up cheering me on. My smile falters the second my eyes land on Chad walking into the bar.
His eyes seek out Lisa and when he spots her he combs his hair with his fingers licking his lips. I slide off the stool and move to stand next to Maddie. When he takes a seat I watch as Lisa screws her face up turning towards the bar. Chad starts to explain how Amar had walked into his office and terrorized him as he held him up against the wall by his neck. We laughed at him teasing him how he couldn't hurt a fly when he fed us some bullshit story of how he broke free of Amar's hold.
"If given the chance I could murder that pussy of yours." He proudly says to Lisa.
Lisa stands from her stool without a word and leaves the room.
~YOU FUCKING DOG CHAD~
"You two have the pleasure of handling Caddie and Mal's clients." He says glaring at us like we're the ones who scared Lisa away.
"Fan-fucking-tastic" I mumble as I walk to the changing room to get ready for my first client of the day.
I walk into the room dimming its white light.
"Hi, my name's Layla." I close my eyes and bow getting on my knees. "I am here for your pleasure."
"Three times yesterday wasn't enough." The words flow out of his mouth brutally.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and desire pools in my panties. I loathe the effect he has on my traitorous body but I know this is only the beginning of a,
~I hate to love you, fucking me affair ~
My heart begins to race.
"Jimmy...." I say breathlessly.