Page 2 of Poison

Kicking off my slippers, I went to the bathroom, sat on the edge of the large clawfoot tub, and turned on the hot water before pouring in scented oils and bubble gel. In a daze, I scrubbed the filth and glitter from my body so hard my skin turned red. When I was finished, I just sat there, looking at the bubbles as they faded and popped. The shimmering glitter floated to the surface, a lurking reminder that I would eventually have to do it all again.

How hard would it be to drown? Would it be peaceful? Or terrifying? I could end all of this. All I needed to do was cover my face and take one long, deep breath.

Sliding down, I submerged my head, parting my lips. Panic welled in my chest, and I jolted up, spitting the water out and rubbing my eyes.

"Fuck," I muttered, slowly climbing out of the tub and pulling the drain plug. The maid could worry about cleaning the glitter.

Walking out of the room, I stopped suddenly, and my breath caught for a moment. Hobbs was sitting on my bed, staring at me, dressed in a white robe. "Get on the bed," he ordered in a dismissive tone.

"I'm not in the mood tonight, Trevor."

He raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow before untying the robe's belt. "You think I'm going to have all of those men cum all over you and not cum inside your sweet little ass myself?"

Wrapping my arms around myself, I insisted, "I'm just really tired."

Trevor Hobbs got to his feet, letting the robe slide to the ground. I glanced at his perfection, his chiseled abs, his strong pecks, and his muscular arms. Gripping his semi-erect cock, he shot a grin at me. "All your complaining is making it soft. Make it hard again. Be a good boy. You know what to do. Just like I taught you."

I tossed the towel with clear annoyance. I didn't smile or frown; I kept my face completely emotionless as I slowly dropped down to my knees before him, gripping his member with a hand and taking it into my mouth. His cock stiffened every time my head bobbed, my tongue pressing firmly along the bottom of the shaft. He was the first man I had ever given oral sex to, and I had a horrible gag reflex back then. I had gotten so used to it. The thing could curl down my throat, and not a single tear would streak down my face. Perhaps, when I got my debt paid off, I could make a living as a sword swallower.

Fully erect, Hobbs groaned and began tugging at my hair. Yanking on the strands, he almost made me spit his cock from my mouth. "Get on the bed." I got to my feet and crawled onto the extra-large bed, lifting my ass in the air. He squeezed my cheeks, making me wince. "Roll over. I want to look at you."

My eyes rolled heavily as I twisted around. The moment I was on my back, my expression changed into that of an innocent child. Hobbs wasted no time tossing my legs over his shoulder and spitting into his hand to rub it on his cock. I had to resist the urge to groan, wishing he would've just grabbed some lube. It wasn't like I didn't have a ton of the stuff lying around. Hell, I had my own brand of the goop.

I groaned when he entered me, his thick manhood stretching my tight ring. Hobbs' eyes met mine as he thrust as deep as he could go. I let out little gasps with every pump. I hated this but loved it all at the same time. I wasn't sure how it was possible, but I did. Once upon a time, I would have done anything for the man. But as the years went by, I slowly began to resent him. He loved to own and control me. He loved to use me and push me past my limits. He knew how to make me feel special but also knew how to break me. "You're so sexy," he whispered in my ear.

"You feel good, baby," I whimpered back, playing my part.

His lips locked onto mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth. Hobbs picked up the pace, and I moaned loudly; the way he was fucking me was hitting my prostate in just the right way. My toes curled, and my nails clawed at his back, making him hiss. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't stop my sounds of pleasure from escaping; it felt so damned good. My cock twitched as my climax built up inside. I was so close, but then Hobbs let out a monstrous growl with one final thrust. His body was shaking, and I could feel his cum drizzle out of me. I sighed but smiled as he leaned over and ran his fingers through my hair. "You're such a good boy." He kissed me softly on the lips. "My perfect little star."

Hobbs got to his feet, not saying anything as he walked to the bathroom. I could hear the water running from behind the closed door. I sat up, biting my lower lip and trying my damnedest to stifle a tear. He couldn't wait just ten more fucking minutes for me to cum, too? Of course, he couldn't. He wouldn't. We hadn't made love in over five years; we had sex often, but it wasn't making love. Sure, I loved him, there was no doubt. But at times like this, I wondered if he ever loved me. He could say it, but did he mean it? More times than not, I felt like I was nothing more than a cum dumpster to him.

After several moments, he walked out of the bathroom, picked up his robe, and walked to the door. He turned toward me, brushing sandy blond hair back over his head. "You have a client tomorrow. He paid a lot of money for you, so don't be late. No wild night on the town." Then, just like that, he was gone, closing the door behind him.

I swallowed hard, slid from the bed, and walked to the bathroom to clean myself off once more. When I was finished, I flung open the top drawer of the dresser and shuffled through clothes until I found a small green case. I pulled out a syringe and needle.

"Fuck!" I was out of Bliss. After putting the needle back, I slammed my drawer in frustration.

After a few deep breaths, I yanked out a pair of black leather pants. If I couldn't get high on Bliss, I could find some sort of party favor. At Hell's Gate, I was sure I'd at least be able to score some Nova.

Walking to my closet, I pulled on a black midriff sleeveless top with golden buttons. If I played my cards just right, I could get high off my ass and drunk as fuck all at the same time.

Chapter 3

It was amazing that the wind could cut the way it did despite the giant wall surrounding the city. I should have worn a jacket, but that would have ruined the look. Wrapping my arms around my shoulders, I walked around until I spotted the bright orange neon lights that said 'Hell's Gate' with fake fire blazing through the windows. The line to get in stretched far down the busy street, the patrons shivering in the cold as they waited for their turn.

I walked past them all and stood in front of the bouncer, who nodded and unclasped the red rope, allowing me access. Commotion erupted among the crowd, and curse words were tossed my way. Turning, I smiled and gave a brief wave, inciting them even more, before walking through the door.

The interior of the club was lit with orange lighting. Lasers of red, green, blue, and purple raced along the walls and floors. Five stages joined together in a horseshoe shape, with a pole on each, dominated the space. Two women and two men danced on the poles, leaving the center one open for any patron brave enough to put on a show. They couldn't strip, of course, but it was always funny watching some of the drunks try to ride the spinning rod.

A tall, thin black man in a red suit strutted up to me with a giant smile on his face, showing off his obnoxiously large teeth. In his hand, he held a fake golden cane. "Starburst! Always a pleasure to see you."

I folded my arms defensively, indicating that I didn't want to be touched. "My booth better be open, Alex," I snarked, glancing around the room.

He grinned wider; I wasn't sure how it was physically possible, but somehow, he managed it. "Of course. Your booth is always available to you. However, your friend Cherry has decided to take up residence there. I figured you wouldn't mind."

"I'd be pissed if you didn't let her up there," I grumbled, walking away before he could drag me into more useless conversation.

Even though I got VIP treatment in several clubs in the Sin District, Hell's Gate was the only club that kept a booth ready for me. After all, I had a knack for getting men to spend their life savings on me, much to the owner's delight. I was treated like royalty any time I came in.

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