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“Y-yes, ma’am. Fuck…” I whispered.

“I wish someone would walk by and see how perfect my pussy looks taking my fingers,” Tara groaned, kissing me deeply. “But I told you to cum for me, and I need it now, or we’re done.Fucking cum for me, Alaina. Be a good fucking girl and give it to me,” Tara purred, sending me over the edge.

Her thumb pressed on my clit hard as she buried her fingers deep inside me, stroking that perfect spot. My knees buckled as my orgasm consumed me. Tara covered my mouth again as my whole body shook. I wanted to scream out, cry out her name, but I stayed as silent as I could. Once my walls stopped contracting on her fingers, she dragged them out of me, teasing my sensitive clit.

“Good girl, baby,” Tara said, sucking her fingers clean, closing her eyes in pleasure.

She helped me lift my jeans back into place and button them closed. Reaching into my pocket, she opened my knife and handed it to me.

“Wait here. Don’t move until I call for you, understood?” Her eyes looked different… Concerned.

“Yes, ma’am.” I replied, out of breath and sweating, still riding the high of my orgasm.

“Sit, baby. I’ll be back soon.”

She kissed me quickly and turned to walk towards the abandoned factory at the end of the alley. Sinking to the ground, I placed my knife down with a shaking hand. I needed a hit again; the familiar anxiety and urges began.

Perfect. I’m alone and craving. Please hurry, Tara…

Chapter Six

Tara

What the fuck is wrong with me? What is this… feeling?

Unable to resist, I sucked on the tip of my pointer finger while slipping into the darkness of this abandoned building. Tasting her pussy on my fingers was intoxicating.

Watching her come completely undone for me in the alley created a shift in my mind… My urges… For the first time in my life, I didn’t have the urge to kill. I had the urge to make her cum for me again.

Shaking it off, I hummed Für Elise in my mind, focusing on the task at hand.

I’ve been following Ro-Ro for months, and memorized his patterns, his interests, his filthy habits. He likes to bring call girls here for an easy lay, and he had a type; me. Slim, athletic, long, dark hair, pierced tits.

Turning into an empty room, I took off my cross body bag, and began adjusting my outfit to better fit his preferences. I had already left my bra at our tent, so I reached into my bag and pulled out my knife. Holding the fabric taut, I sliced a slight cut in the front of my shirt at the bottom seam. With both hands, Iripped it up almost to my breasts, and tied it together, forming a crop top to show off my toned stomach.

My nipple piercings formed small bumps over the fabric of my shirt; subtle but noticeable, which will also work in my favor. Draping my bag back over my chest, I reached up to let my hair down.

Perfect.

Exiting the room, I continued down a dark hallway towards the sounds of at least three male voices. Ro-Ro had a guard shift outside the door of their lab, so I knew he would be alone. Still humming my tune in my mind, I reached into my bag to grip the handle of my knife. I needed the feeling of calm focus it provided.

I’m ready.

Zipping up my bag, I turned the corner, adjusting my stride to swish my hips back and forth, exaggerating the shaking of my hips. We made eye contact, and I flipped my hair over my shoulder, giving him a smirk. He eyed me up and down, adjusting in his seat.

“This is private property, miss. I suggest you leave,” Ro-Ro said, lighting a cigarette.

“I’m sorry for the confusion. Mr. Rowe sent me here a day ahead of schedule than your regular girl. I hope it’s okay with you?” I asked innocently, twirling my hair around my pointer finger and biting my lip shyly.

He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke above his head.

“Mr. Rowe, huh? How generous.”

Lifting my crossbody bag off, I gently let it fall from my fingers on the floor as I approached him slowly. He stared at my breasts as I climbed on top of him, straddling him.

“I’m well aware you’re picky with your girls. But I can guarantee you I’m…” I slid and rocked my hips forward on his lap. “... very good at what I do.”

He inhaled on his cigarette again, his free hand sliding up my thigh. Looking to the side, he placed his cigarette in an ashtray, exhaling the smoke as he turned to face me again. I could feel his cock stiffening in his pants as I continued to circle my hips, grinding into him.

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