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Although the night was young the brothel seemed to bustle with life, rooms filled with gasps, giggles and groans as I sauntered past them. Cloak wrapped heavily around my body, disguising the revealing outfit I wore underneath. Bag slung over my shoulder I called out to Babette letting her know I had clocked in.
Before reaching my usual room I saw the faint silhouette of a person standing outside the door. I squinted as I walked closer, trying to assess the all black figure.
As I stepped closer I could assert that the person was a woman, roughly similar age to me albeit it was hard to tell with the excessive amount of black makeup that covered her face and eyes. She had -badly- dyed black hair, shaved on one sight but it had grown out creating almost a mullet.
The outfit she has graced herself with was similar in fashion, beautifully tight black pants with a matching leather jacket. But the real star was her top, well it wasn’t really a top, just a set of bandages that were wrapped around her chest.
Quite frankly, she looked a mess, an attractive mess, but a mess regardless.
“You purposefully standing outside my door?” I questioned, lowering my voice and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
She ignored my attempts at flirting instead holding roughly thrusting out a palm filled with coins, “Vi. I'm a client. Is this enough?”
I gazed at the money, mentally calculating the amount before nodding and holding out my hand. Vi dropped the coins without care, and I tucked them away into my bag.
“So..” I began invitingly, maintaining eye-contact whilst opening the door to my room, “what kind of service would you be interested in today?” I asked, giving her a suggestive look before placing my bag down on the floor and putting up a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the handle.
“Listen I’m not gonna do all this shit okay? I’m just here for a good fuck and then I’m leaving,, so can we just get to it?” Her voice was callous and harsh, but there was a trace of desperation urging me to simply go along with her.
“Sure, whatever works for you,” I said. What else was there to say?
“Good,” Vi mumbled and I barely had time to react before she pushed me against the wall, crashing her mouth against mine.
The kiss was messy. Our teeth clinked together as she tangled her hands through my hair, grabbing and pulling at it as she lost herself within it. I raked my nails down her back as she bit at my lip before, pulling at my flesh with her teeth.
I managed to lead Vi to the bed, gripping her toned shoulders. Whilst moving she pulled my cloak off my body, revealing the outfit underneath. A set of navy blue lingerie graced my figure, a set that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Vi seemed to freeze for a moment, not from lust, but something else entirely. But a split-second later she was back, shoving me onto the bed and shucking off her jacket and pants hastily attempting to unwrap her bandages.
“I can help-” I attempted to say before I was cut off by a sharp:
“It’s fucking fine.”
I signed, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I lay down spreading my legs open attempting to look as alluring as possible to her. I raked my eyes down her body, the corners of my mouth twitching up slightly as the bandage fell to the floor in an un-ceremonial heap.
Despite her lack of grace I had to admit she was hot, a pang of arousal shot through me as she graced me with the sight of her naked body. I motioned for her to get onto the bed, watching as she crawled forward onto me, thumbing the clasps of my bra.
As she worked to undress me I slowly brought my lips to the centre of her neck, nibbling and biting the subtle skin. Working my way to her ear and whispering, “are you going to take me, or can I?”
Vi’s breathy moan confirmed my suspicions, the desperation I had heard before, the hardcore act she put on. She didn’t want to fuck someone, she needed to be fucked.
I gasped as she undid the strap of my bra, hastily pushing it away to press a coarse kiss to my breast. She dragged her tongue across my nipple and I let out a moan, gasping as she twisted and twirled her tongue around it.
Whilst she switched to the other side I snaked my hands down her hips, pressing my hand to her core dangerously. Vi let out a moan at the slight contact, bucking up her hips into my hand. I slowly let one finger slip into the wet folds of her cunt, a hot flush entering my skin as she groaned ruggedly.
Circling her clit slowly with two fingers I used my other hand to gently trace the muscles on her back, before gripping them tightly as her mouth moved up to bite my neck. I dug my nails tightly into her back and she moaned at the contact, her muscles rippling under the contact.
Keeping my thumb circling her clit tantalizingly I slowly ghosted over her hole with my middle finger, looking her in the eyes in a silent question. Her blue eyes looked at me, coated in lust as she nodded and I gazed down to her lips kissing the small scar that ran through the top lip.
Vi used this to pull me into another deep kiss, and I pushed the finger slowly into her cunt reveling in the moan that reverberated from her mouth to mine. I slowly pushed my finger in fully, lightly thrusting it feeling the wetness soak the bed sheets below.
Continuing to thrust, I sped up the pace stretching her hole out as she whimpered and gasped into my mouth. Vi pulled out of the kiss, dragging her lips down to reach my neck, kissing at sucking leaving a plethora of marks. Fire burned in my core at her actions, jolts of electricity seeming to make their way through my spine.
I moaned at the contact, pushing another finger into her cunt and pressing my thumb harder against her clit, feeling her body tremble with pleasure. I thrust the fingers in and out of her cunt, lightly at first not wanting to hurt her.
Vi broke away from my neck, threading her hands through my hair and making me look at her.
“Harder.” She gasped a wild look gracing her eyes, she pressed her head into my shoulder and curled her fingers tightly onto my back.
Who was I to refuse such a request? I pushed my two fingers into her roughly, thrusting them harshly and deeply. Her hips moved at the contact, bucking up to meet my hand in time with the thrusts. As I was pushing into her harder, Vi's hand twisted down my body and she pressed two fingers against my cunt, rubbing against my clit.
Pleasure burst through me at the contact, and I lifted my hips to reach her hand, moaning loudly. Vi’s lips crashed roughly against mine and pushed back into hers, and I intertwined our legs together in an effort to flip Vi onto her back.
Vi whimpered as I harshly pushed my fingers deeper into her, increasing the previous pace leaving her moaning beneath me. She pushed harder onto my clit, circling it with intensity as I arched under the pleasure coursing through my body.
I continued to thrust into her, marveling at the wetness soaking my hand. Holding my thumb onto her clit I could feel her body teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Moans left her mouth in quick succession, intertwined with rapid gasps, coinciding with my similar feelings as ragged gasps escaped my throat at her continued attack on my clit.
I pressed further into her as I came, bolts of lightning seemingly pulsing through my body as it seemed to move on its own, pressing into her hand and trembling intently as a long broken moan slipped from my lips.
The pleasure coursing through my body seemed to radiate onto Vi, because she came with no other warning. Muscles tensing as her back arched, moaning inconceivably.
My high ended with just enough time to hear her cry out a splintered “Caitlyn-”
Vi froze at the admission, and I looked at her with a questioning look in my eyes. Who was this Caitlyn? A few pieces started to fit together in my head, her messed up state, the biting language and, the desperation. She was obviously trying, and failing, to get over her past relationship-
The thoughts whirring through my mind came to a halt as choked off sobs came from underneath me, I rapidly scrambled off Vi kneeling beside her. Tears streamed down her face, mixing together with the black eye-makeup that covered it. She curled up slightly, wrapping her arms tightly around her middle.
Empathy graced my eyes as I saw her, not as an unruly fighter but as a woman broken by something or…someone.
“Hey, it's okay..” I heard myself saying, wrapping my fingers through her hair gently and stroking it, “just..let it out.”
Keeping one hand in her hair, I reached towards the night-stand beside the bed grabbing a small handkerchief. Gently wiping her tears, I attempt to clean the makeup off to the best of my ability. Her cries stifled slightly at the contact, and she leaned closer into my hand.
She buried her head into my leg, letting the sobs run through her body like they could clean out the damage that had been done to her. Her body softened as her cries tapered off, instead breathing her deeply and whispering apologies into the air.
I gently finish cleaning her face to the best of my ability, gently wiping away the remainder of her tears with my thumb. My hand gently clasped the edge of one of the blankets with my and pulled it over both our bodies, watching as Vi’s face seemed to soften at the contact.
Wrapping my arms around her I listened to her breathing soften and even out, still clutching her tightly my I blinked slowly as my eyelids grew heavy sleep quickly overtaking my body.
***
When I awoke Vi was gone.
I wasn’t surprised really, I didn’t expect someone like her to stick around for morning cuddles. Still, a heaviness weighed in my heart. She seemed like a good person hiding the pain she had suffered under the guise of anger brawling. A situation not uncommon within the lanes.
My only hope was that there was someone out there, that this ‘Caitlyn’ was thinking about her just as much as she was.
Vi deserved someone to care for her.