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axesladeAhaha! finally got chapter 3 done. *muses collapse...then crawl over to Brianna for their prize*
If the asshole hadn’t paid so well, Bee would have dropped him (and probably done worse) the instant he saw him walk out like that. But, as it was, he simply decided that he should get Tom away from this ‘Amy’ girl, at least for one night.
“Why are we doing this again?” Tom said nervously, as he got off the motorcycle, pale and shaking as usual.
“So that girl doesn’t interrupt us again” Bee smiled, then turned to the bike.
“Ah…I think we’re going to be awhile.”
“Wh-“ Tom stopped, eyes widening when he saw the bike turn around and leave.
“What the hell was that?”
“Don’t worry about it” Bee grabbed Tom by the arm and threw him into the apartment and pinning him against the wall as he took of his clothes.
“So” he muttered, unzipping his pants,
“What happened with the girl the other night?”
“Who, Amy?” Tom gasped as Bee’s claws sank into his skin.
“Oh…she’s really screwed up. You know, feeds off being abused type. She does things to provoke me, I just give into her because it’s easier.”
“She looked scared” Bee mumbled, shoving Tom towards the bed.
“She was drinking” Tom groaned loudly as Bee slid two clawed fingers inside him. Bee shook his head, turning Tom over onto his stomach and roughly shoving into him.
“She was pretty loud.”
“Uh…like we’re not?”
“Didn’t sound like an orgasm, that’s all.”
“She’s a screamer, what can I-OH FUCK!” Tom dropped his head down, gasping as his muscles tensed up. It was good, no doubt about it, but until the afterglow of it, the climaxes were painful as hell.
Bee pulled out then, laying back on the bed. Tom went for his cigarettes, but Bee grabbed his hand, wrapping his nails around the scrawny wrist.
“Pay up.”
“Oh…right” Tom fumbled through this pockets and handed Bee several bills. As he was looking through the leather folds, Bee thought he saw the picture of that Amy girl. Never mind. All that mattered now was getting this dumbass out of his apartment.
“Now, if you don’t mind…”
Tom sighed and pulled his clothes on.
“You have got to be the stingiest hooker I have ever met.”
Later that night, Bee went over to Tom’s riding Behemoth over and stopping outside. He got up off the bike, looking up to the top story. A light was on, and two silhouettes could be seen. A man and a woman. Within seconds, Bee recognized them. Tom and that Amy. And things were obviously not good.
“For fuck’s sake Tom! You’ve got enough people in this house, you don’t need to go to the streets! Who knows where that boy has been?”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Married men didn’t keep me.”
“Watch your tongue, bitch, or you won’t be kept much longer” he accentuated the words by slapping her hard across the face. She screamed and tried to pull away. Tom grabbed her arms and threw her against a wall. Something made of glass broke and Amy started sobbing.
“You’re right Tom…you’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”
“Little late for that, Am’” he snarled. Bee saw him pin her against the wall and put a hand between her legs, spreading them. She shook her head, sobbing.
“No…no Tom please. Please Tom, not again. I’ll be quiet, I swear. I won’t say a word again about anything, just please…”
Bee turned away in disgust and horror then. He got back on Behemoth, riding away, haunted for three miles by the sound of her screams.
If the asshole hadn’t paid so well, Bee would have dropped him (and probably done worse) the instant he saw him walk out like that. But, as it was, he simply decided that he should get Tom away from this ‘Amy’ girl, at least for one night.
“Why are we doing this again?” Tom said nervously, as he got off the motorcycle, pale and shaking as usual.
“So that girl doesn’t interrupt us again” Bee smiled, then turned to the bike.
“Ah…I think we’re going to be awhile.”
“Wh-“ Tom stopped, eyes widening when he saw the bike turn around and leave.
“What the hell was that?”
“Don’t worry about it” Bee grabbed Tom by the arm and threw him into the apartment and pinning him against the wall as he took of his clothes.
“So” he muttered, unzipping his pants,
“What happened with the girl the other night?”
“Who, Amy?” Tom gasped as Bee’s claws sank into his skin.
“Oh…she’s really screwed up. You know, feeds off being abused type. She does things to provoke me, I just give into her because it’s easier.”
“She looked scared” Bee mumbled, shoving Tom towards the bed.
“She was drinking” Tom groaned loudly as Bee slid two clawed fingers inside him. Bee shook his head, turning Tom over onto his stomach and roughly shoving into him.
“She was pretty loud.”
“Uh…like we’re not?”
“Didn’t sound like an orgasm, that’s all.”
“She’s a screamer, what can I-OH FUCK!” Tom dropped his head down, gasping as his muscles tensed up. It was good, no doubt about it, but until the afterglow of it, the climaxes were painful as hell.
Bee pulled out then, laying back on the bed. Tom went for his cigarettes, but Bee grabbed his hand, wrapping his nails around the scrawny wrist.
“Pay up.”
“Oh…right” Tom fumbled through this pockets and handed Bee several bills. As he was looking through the leather folds, Bee thought he saw the picture of that Amy girl. Never mind. All that mattered now was getting this dumbass out of his apartment.
“Now, if you don’t mind…”
Tom sighed and pulled his clothes on.
“You have got to be the stingiest hooker I have ever met.”
Later that night, Bee went over to Tom’s riding Behemoth over and stopping outside. He got up off the bike, looking up to the top story. A light was on, and two silhouettes could be seen. A man and a woman. Within seconds, Bee recognized them. Tom and that Amy. And things were obviously not good.
“For fuck’s sake Tom! You’ve got enough people in this house, you don’t need to go to the streets! Who knows where that boy has been?”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Married men didn’t keep me.”
“Watch your tongue, bitch, or you won’t be kept much longer” he accentuated the words by slapping her hard across the face. She screamed and tried to pull away. Tom grabbed her arms and threw her against a wall. Something made of glass broke and Amy started sobbing.
“You’re right Tom…you’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”
“Little late for that, Am’” he snarled. Bee saw him pin her against the wall and put a hand between her legs, spreading them. She shook her head, sobbing.
“No…no Tom please. Please Tom, not again. I’ll be quiet, I swear. I won’t say a word again about anything, just please…”
Bee turned away in disgust and horror then. He got back on Behemoth, riding away, haunted for three miles by the sound of her screams.
