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Diana tried to ignore the thoughts torturing her while she waited for him to return. Maybe he wasn't going to come back at all. Maybe he'd just toss her dress at her and say, "get out." He'd used her up and was done with her now. Would she need to get a new doctor? God, she was such an idiot.
He was back, still proudly naked. "Water?" He held a water bottle out to her and she took it. She took a few sips and ice spread through her.
She began trembling. He frowned and grabbed her hand. Her trembling got worse, more forceful and tears poured down her cheeks. He kissed her forehead.
"Let's take a bath" he announced and he picked her up from the bed. She trembled in his arms even though she felt his searing body heat. She couldn't help but lean in against him, pressing her cheek against his chest.
He walked her into the bathroom and placed her on the toilet. He plugged the tub before turning on the bath. The water was sudden, rushing, and loud. He kept his fingers under the tap for a moment then turned toward her.
"You need to pee." He commanded. "And you should hydrate as well. I'll get your water and give you a moment. You'll feel much better after a bath, I promise."
He walked out of the room and she trembled on the toilet. She doubled over and kept her head between her knees. Who was this man? She felt like he was kind in some moments but she knew she hadn't imagined that monster behind his eyes, the one that choked her and moaned when she screamed. She was confused.
She peed more than she'd anticipated. And she realized she'd been scared it was going to hurt when she relaxed a little at the normal sensations.
She flushed and he was back in the room with her, holding her water. He put it down on the sink and casually lifted her dress off of her. He tutted at her bra. "I hate bras." He reached around her and smiled at the closeness, kissing her nose as he unhooked her bra. He groaned at her revealed tits. "Not yet" he scolded himself.
He turned off the tap and helped her step into the tub. It was pleasantly warm. He held her hands as she sank down into the water. Her trembling lessened.
He poured bath soap into the water and began rubbing down her muscles, she tensed for a little while, awkward with the intimacy, but she slowly relaxed and her trembling stopped completely.
Once she was leaned back, relaxed, and enjoying his touch he started talking.
"You are stunning" he said. Her eyes flickered open and she saw he was staring at her floating tits. She smiled and closed her eyes again. His hands worked up her calves and moved to her thighs, coaxing her legs to fall apart. He grunted in appreciation.
His hands rubbed circles into her inner thighs, drifting closer to her center.
His hands reached her pussy lips and he gently massaged the sore battered flesh. She felt a fire building inside her, anticipating him to force more orgasms out of her. He lowered his face to hers and she tilted her face back to accept his kisses. He kissed her deep, swirling his tongue around hers. He pushed his fingers inside her pussy, his thumb pushing against her clit.
She was shocked that he was ready to go again. Even more surprising--she was ready too.
---
Another load of his cum leaked out of her pussy and he lay passed out next to her, snoring lightly.
She was trembling again and staring up at the ceiling. She should turn on her phone and let her dad know she was okay. She should pee like he commanded her to just as he fell asleep, his cock still inside her.
Her body was exhausted, wrung out, used up. She should be sleepy. She felt delirious.
The second time round wasn't any easier or less confusing. He'd continued to choke her and he'd wanted her to cry and beg.
She quietly got off of the bed and padded silently to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up as best she could and stared at the stranger in the mirror. Dark circles under eyes that now carried a haunted look about them. She looked older, wounded. She rolled her eyes at herself and saw a flash of the girl she'd been that morning. It had been a day.
Her bra was fine but her dress was filthy. She rinsed it under the sink before putting the cold wet clothing on. Her trembling worsened. uşak escort (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) She returned to the bedroom and quietly searched for her underwear at the foot of the bed. No luck. She would have to leave them behind.
Glad for the carpeting she slowly made her way downstairs, carefully transferring her weight down each step, shifting her position to avoid any creaks.
Remembering the glass he'd shattered, she gave that side of the living room a wide berth when she walked to the couch, searching for her shoes, phone, wallet, and keys.
She turned her phone on and was unsurprised to see the outrageous number of missed calls and alarmed texts. She started to leave the living room when a computer caught her eye. An insane impulse seized her and she found her moral backbone brittle and shattering. Maybe he had her medical case on it, maybe she'd find something to hold onto, something to give her a little hope.
She tapped the mouse and the desktop flashed on with a blinding light and she knew she had a couple hours before she was deep in another migraine.
She squinted her eyes and found the dim brightness key on the keyboard. On the lowest setting she could see that there was no lock screen.
She navigated to his browser's history and found his work page. His password was saved so she logged in and searched for her profile as his patient.
She wasn't sure what she had expected, maybe a count down timer showing her dramatically short life expectancy. But there was just confusing clinical jargon she didn't understand. One word did catch her eye, prescriptions.
She could prescribe herself anything as him right now. She chewed her lip and tried to think but her head was already hurting. She didn't know anything about drugs, she was such a fucking square. She pressed her thumbs against her eyelids and racked her brain for anything useful.
Thoughts like, 'what are you doing' and 'you've completely lost it' flitted across her mind and she mentally swatted them away. She only had a couple months to live. To really live. She'd need to fund that somehow. She remembered an article in class about the dangers of prescription drugs and how addictive they were.
She clicked the add a prescription button and typed in "benzo".
Benzodiazepines popped up and she clicked on it. A bunch of drug names popped up, she recognized Xanax but figured anybody could get that. Shrugging she waggled the mouse over the options and clicked at random: Quazepam. She chose the max values in all the settings.
She added another and typed in "oxyco" and the first result was "oxycodone" and the second was "OxyContin"
She didn't know the difference so she added both, again filling in the max values for everything.
She closed the browser and left.
---
It was 3am when she opened the front door. Her mother sat in the living room chair drinking a glass of wine.
She stood up and turned to head up the stairs, she paused and turned halfway back, not meeting her daughter's eyes. "Call my husband and let him know he can come home."
She called her father and he answered in a rush before it even had a chance to ring. "Oh God where are you are you alright?"
"I'm safe. I'm home. I'm sorry. Come home, daddy."
"I'll be there in 10 minutes."
She went upstairs, took a fast shower, and changed into pajamas. She waited on the couch in the front room, her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth, attempting to hold back the inevitable migraine. What was she going to say? She'd never done anything like this before.
He walked in looking as exhausted as she felt. She met his worried gaze and burst into tears. He sat on the couch next to her and gathered her into his lap.
He rocked her back and forth and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry" he said and she cried harder. "I'm sorry life is so unfair."
"Please don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I... something is wrong with me. I-" she couldn't put her thoughts into words. "I'm terrible."
He shushed her and held her while they rocked back and forth. Her guilt choked her worse than anything else had that night and she cried on her father's shoulder. "I love you, daddy. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
---
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She fell off her bed and writhed on the floor. Her mother watched impassively. She watched until it passed, then crouched down next to her and said "I had hoped you would swallow your tongue and save us the trouble." She then walked back out, leaving Diana on the floor in a pile of spit and bitterness.
A number of pills, and an astonishing amount of water later, Diana put on her darkest sunglasses and left the house. She was late for class but she couldn't care. Instead of going to school she went to the pharmacy. She came out with 3 full extra large pill bottles in her bag but somehow unscathed from the blistering glare the pharmacist gave her.
She caught the next bus to school but instead of walking onto campus she went to a group of students hanging out at the park across the street.
"Diana Fucking Miller?"
A wall of pot stank hit her and she didn't try to hide the twist in her face. One of the girls laughed meanly and the boys told her to shut up.
"Hey, John" Diana said. "How's it going?"
"Alright. How are you?"
"I'm a fucking mess." The girl who had laughed made some comment under her breath and the other girls giggled. "Um, can I talk to you privately?"
John split off from the group, picking up his backpack and slouching it over one shoulder. They started walking towards downtown together.
"What's up?"
Diana looked at the boy she'd called boyfriend and nervously held hands with a few times freshman year. They had diverged so strongly and she'd convinced herself she was the one better off, but look at her now. Coming to him for help. "I need your advice."
The look of skepticism on his face made her give a small laugh, "I know, I know." She pulled out the pharmacy bag from her purse. "I got some meds and I want to know how much I could get for them."
John looked through the bag and stopped in his tracks. His eyebrows skyrocketed. "What the fuck? How did you get these?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
They glared at each other for a moment before John kept walking, letting it go.
"Is it just this once, or can you guarantee a steady supply?"
"Just the once, probably."
He didn't say anything for a moment and they both naturally turned down a specific corner and she knew which alley they were going to. Then he said an absurdly large number and her memories of the alley vanished.
She laughed and couldn't stop a big grin. "Are you for real?"
"Oh my God, Diana. You'd be the the worst business woman ever." John smiled and mussed her hair. "You're supposed to play it cool and be like, 'that's not nearly enough.'"
"Okay, then let's pretend I'm cool. How much could I get?"
John shook his head, rolled his eyes, and gave a much larger number and Diana made a point to dramatically stop in her tracks before continuing along beside him. "Girl, why do you think people start dealing? Alright, look. Let's do it like this. I take it, do the deal, and I get a cut for my efforts."
Diana nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please. That'd be great. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
"Yeah, that's pretty obvious." They stopped walking and she realized they were already at the alley. "So what the fuck happened?"
She sighed and leaned up against the brick wall of one of the buildings, a large dumpster hiding her from the main sidewalk. John leaned next to her, his fingers playing at the hem of her crop top.
"Something shitty. I really don't want to talk about it. Either way, I need as much money as I can get and I need it ASAP."
"You know, there is a faster way to make more money than drugs."
She felt his fingers toy at the waist of her leggings and caught his meaningful look. She pushed her sunglasses up and pressed her palms against her eyes. The idea revolted her. But wasn't that the remnant thought of someone who'd have to spend a lifetime with the consequences? Besides, she'd just lost her virginity in the most degrading way and more than liked it. She dragged her hands escort uşak (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) down her face and side-eyed him, her sunglasses sliding to perch on the end of her nose. Yes, it revolted her, but it also tickled something that had been planted in her last night.
"How much?"
She took some small satisfaction in the brief flash of shock on his face.
"Same amount as the drugs" he said.
"Mm. No. You just said I could make more money this way. And the way you said it sounded like a lot more."
He gave her something between a grimace and a smile, "I should have saved the entrepreneurial advice until after, huh?"
She didn't respond and he raked a hand through his hair, sighing. "What's your number then?"
What was it the doctor had said? 18 year old cheerleader, walking fantasy? A cheshire smile spread across her face. "Triple."
"Fuck that."
Now it was her turn to finger the waist of his jeans. The button was tight and she almost burst out laughing. She rubbeds his boner from outside his jeans and he leaned his head back against the brick wall, looking away but he didn't stop her. She unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper, reaching down and feeling his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He was smaller than the doctor, but just as thick, and already throbbing.
A low hiss of breath escaped him and she pulled her hand out. He looked at her like a lost hungry puppy. "Wait" his voice cracked.
She walked away and said over her shoulder, "let me know when you have the money."
"I have it, I have it, I have it."
She stopped and turned, watching the boy dig through his backpack, jeans sliding off his hips. She walked back to him and saw him opening a wrinkled soft manilla envelope, so used it looked almost like cloth. He pulled out a neat bundle of $100 bills. Crisp, clean, and bound together in a simple strip of white and yellow paper with '$10,000' printed neatly along each side.
"Well jeez, John. Now I feel like you could have just paid me for the drugs in the first place."
"I know, I know. I'm an asshole. I didn't know it'd go like this. I wanted a reason for you to see me again."
She didn't know what to say to that. She reached for the $10,000 and he pulled it back.
"This is for everything. Fucking you right here, and also for the medicinals."
She nodded, and he handed it to her. She put it in her purse and they stepped back into whatever shelter the alley dumpster provided.
They looked at each other, both waiting for the other to start and she laughed awkwardly. "I'm not exactly experienced at this."
He looked sheepish. "Neither am I."
"Um, okay" she said. "Well, what do you want? Like, what do you... uh... like?"
"I wanna try it doggy style?"
Images of the doctor fucking her hard against the brick wall, or even better against the dumpster, hands around her throat and calling her a whore raced through her mind and she nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."
She faced the wall and pulled her leggings and panties down to just below her ass cheeks. The cold air hit her and she could tell she was dripping wet. She was a whore, she smiled at the wall, literally. A nervous hand lightly touched her ass. She looked back and saw John looking outrageously focused. He stepped closer and pushed his cock between her thighs and panties. Sliding along her slit and rubbing her clit. She was still swollen and sensitive from the night before. She moaned encouragingly.
He slid back and forth a few more times when she realized he was having a hard time entering her. So she reached back and helped him, wiggling her hips and pushing his head into her hole.
He whispered something she couldn't hear. He began thrusting with his hands very gently wrapped around her waist. He was still whispering something and she strained to understand it. She made an awkward face at the wall when she finally picked it up. He was saying 'fuck' over and over again in a desperate frantic whisper.
He was already starting to slow down before she'd started feeling anything, so she rolled her hips and his hands finally gripped her while he shuddered, pulling out. Ropes of cum painted her ass.
He pushed off of her and leaned back against the wall next to her. "Oh my god, that was amazing. I didn't know if it'd actually be worth it but it really fucking was, holy shit."
Diana tried to compose before turning to him, but she couldn't help the big grin on her face. $10,000 for maybe 3 minutes of standing. "It really fucking was."
He was back, still proudly naked. "Water?" He held a water bottle out to her and she took it. She took a few sips and ice spread through her.
She began trembling. He frowned and grabbed her hand. Her trembling got worse, more forceful and tears poured down her cheeks. He kissed her forehead.
"Let's take a bath" he announced and he picked her up from the bed. She trembled in his arms even though she felt his searing body heat. She couldn't help but lean in against him, pressing her cheek against his chest.
He walked her into the bathroom and placed her on the toilet. He plugged the tub before turning on the bath. The water was sudden, rushing, and loud. He kept his fingers under the tap for a moment then turned toward her.
"You need to pee." He commanded. "And you should hydrate as well. I'll get your water and give you a moment. You'll feel much better after a bath, I promise."
He walked out of the room and she trembled on the toilet. She doubled over and kept her head between her knees. Who was this man? She felt like he was kind in some moments but she knew she hadn't imagined that monster behind his eyes, the one that choked her and moaned when she screamed. She was confused.
She peed more than she'd anticipated. And she realized she'd been scared it was going to hurt when she relaxed a little at the normal sensations.
She flushed and he was back in the room with her, holding her water. He put it down on the sink and casually lifted her dress off of her. He tutted at her bra. "I hate bras." He reached around her and smiled at the closeness, kissing her nose as he unhooked her bra. He groaned at her revealed tits. "Not yet" he scolded himself.
He turned off the tap and helped her step into the tub. It was pleasantly warm. He held her hands as she sank down into the water. Her trembling lessened.
He poured bath soap into the water and began rubbing down her muscles, she tensed for a little while, awkward with the intimacy, but she slowly relaxed and her trembling stopped completely.
Once she was leaned back, relaxed, and enjoying his touch he started talking.
"You are stunning" he said. Her eyes flickered open and she saw he was staring at her floating tits. She smiled and closed her eyes again. His hands worked up her calves and moved to her thighs, coaxing her legs to fall apart. He grunted in appreciation.
His hands rubbed circles into her inner thighs, drifting closer to her center.
His hands reached her pussy lips and he gently massaged the sore battered flesh. She felt a fire building inside her, anticipating him to force more orgasms out of her. He lowered his face to hers and she tilted her face back to accept his kisses. He kissed her deep, swirling his tongue around hers. He pushed his fingers inside her pussy, his thumb pushing against her clit.
She was shocked that he was ready to go again. Even more surprising--she was ready too.
---
Another load of his cum leaked out of her pussy and he lay passed out next to her, snoring lightly.
She was trembling again and staring up at the ceiling. She should turn on her phone and let her dad know she was okay. She should pee like he commanded her to just as he fell asleep, his cock still inside her.
Her body was exhausted, wrung out, used up. She should be sleepy. She felt delirious.
The second time round wasn't any easier or less confusing. He'd continued to choke her and he'd wanted her to cry and beg.
She quietly got off of the bed and padded silently to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up as best she could and stared at the stranger in the mirror. Dark circles under eyes that now carried a haunted look about them. She looked older, wounded. She rolled her eyes at herself and saw a flash of the girl she'd been that morning. It had been a day.
Her bra was fine but her dress was filthy. She rinsed it under the sink before putting the cold wet clothing on. Her trembling worsened. uşak escort (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) She returned to the bedroom and quietly searched for her underwear at the foot of the bed. No luck. She would have to leave them behind.
Glad for the carpeting she slowly made her way downstairs, carefully transferring her weight down each step, shifting her position to avoid any creaks.
Remembering the glass he'd shattered, she gave that side of the living room a wide berth when she walked to the couch, searching for her shoes, phone, wallet, and keys.
She turned her phone on and was unsurprised to see the outrageous number of missed calls and alarmed texts. She started to leave the living room when a computer caught her eye. An insane impulse seized her and she found her moral backbone brittle and shattering. Maybe he had her medical case on it, maybe she'd find something to hold onto, something to give her a little hope.
She tapped the mouse and the desktop flashed on with a blinding light and she knew she had a couple hours before she was deep in another migraine.
She squinted her eyes and found the dim brightness key on the keyboard. On the lowest setting she could see that there was no lock screen.
She navigated to his browser's history and found his work page. His password was saved so she logged in and searched for her profile as his patient.
She wasn't sure what she had expected, maybe a count down timer showing her dramatically short life expectancy. But there was just confusing clinical jargon she didn't understand. One word did catch her eye, prescriptions.
She could prescribe herself anything as him right now. She chewed her lip and tried to think but her head was already hurting. She didn't know anything about drugs, she was such a fucking square. She pressed her thumbs against her eyelids and racked her brain for anything useful.
Thoughts like, 'what are you doing' and 'you've completely lost it' flitted across her mind and she mentally swatted them away. She only had a couple months to live. To really live. She'd need to fund that somehow. She remembered an article in class about the dangers of prescription drugs and how addictive they were.
She clicked the add a prescription button and typed in "benzo".
Benzodiazepines popped up and she clicked on it. A bunch of drug names popped up, she recognized Xanax but figured anybody could get that. Shrugging she waggled the mouse over the options and clicked at random: Quazepam. She chose the max values in all the settings.
She added another and typed in "oxyco" and the first result was "oxycodone" and the second was "OxyContin"
She didn't know the difference so she added both, again filling in the max values for everything.
She closed the browser and left.
---
It was 3am when she opened the front door. Her mother sat in the living room chair drinking a glass of wine.
She stood up and turned to head up the stairs, she paused and turned halfway back, not meeting her daughter's eyes. "Call my husband and let him know he can come home."
She called her father and he answered in a rush before it even had a chance to ring. "Oh God where are you are you alright?"
"I'm safe. I'm home. I'm sorry. Come home, daddy."
"I'll be there in 10 minutes."
She went upstairs, took a fast shower, and changed into pajamas. She waited on the couch in the front room, her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth, attempting to hold back the inevitable migraine. What was she going to say? She'd never done anything like this before.
He walked in looking as exhausted as she felt. She met his worried gaze and burst into tears. He sat on the couch next to her and gathered her into his lap.
He rocked her back and forth and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry" he said and she cried harder. "I'm sorry life is so unfair."
"Please don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I... something is wrong with me. I-" she couldn't put her thoughts into words. "I'm terrible."
He shushed her and held her while they rocked back and forth. Her guilt choked her worse than anything else had that night and she cried on her father's shoulder. "I love you, daddy. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
---
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She fell off her bed and writhed on the floor. Her mother watched impassively. She watched until it passed, then crouched down next to her and said "I had hoped you would swallow your tongue and save us the trouble." She then walked back out, leaving Diana on the floor in a pile of spit and bitterness.
A number of pills, and an astonishing amount of water later, Diana put on her darkest sunglasses and left the house. She was late for class but she couldn't care. Instead of going to school she went to the pharmacy. She came out with 3 full extra large pill bottles in her bag but somehow unscathed from the blistering glare the pharmacist gave her.
She caught the next bus to school but instead of walking onto campus she went to a group of students hanging out at the park across the street.
"Diana Fucking Miller?"
A wall of pot stank hit her and she didn't try to hide the twist in her face. One of the girls laughed meanly and the boys told her to shut up.
"Hey, John" Diana said. "How's it going?"
"Alright. How are you?"
"I'm a fucking mess." The girl who had laughed made some comment under her breath and the other girls giggled. "Um, can I talk to you privately?"
John split off from the group, picking up his backpack and slouching it over one shoulder. They started walking towards downtown together.
"What's up?"
Diana looked at the boy she'd called boyfriend and nervously held hands with a few times freshman year. They had diverged so strongly and she'd convinced herself she was the one better off, but look at her now. Coming to him for help. "I need your advice."
The look of skepticism on his face made her give a small laugh, "I know, I know." She pulled out the pharmacy bag from her purse. "I got some meds and I want to know how much I could get for them."
John looked through the bag and stopped in his tracks. His eyebrows skyrocketed. "What the fuck? How did you get these?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
They glared at each other for a moment before John kept walking, letting it go.
"Is it just this once, or can you guarantee a steady supply?"
"Just the once, probably."
He didn't say anything for a moment and they both naturally turned down a specific corner and she knew which alley they were going to. Then he said an absurdly large number and her memories of the alley vanished.
She laughed and couldn't stop a big grin. "Are you for real?"
"Oh my God, Diana. You'd be the the worst business woman ever." John smiled and mussed her hair. "You're supposed to play it cool and be like, 'that's not nearly enough.'"
"Okay, then let's pretend I'm cool. How much could I get?"
John shook his head, rolled his eyes, and gave a much larger number and Diana made a point to dramatically stop in her tracks before continuing along beside him. "Girl, why do you think people start dealing? Alright, look. Let's do it like this. I take it, do the deal, and I get a cut for my efforts."
Diana nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please. That'd be great. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
"Yeah, that's pretty obvious." They stopped walking and she realized they were already at the alley. "So what the fuck happened?"
She sighed and leaned up against the brick wall of one of the buildings, a large dumpster hiding her from the main sidewalk. John leaned next to her, his fingers playing at the hem of her crop top.
"Something shitty. I really don't want to talk about it. Either way, I need as much money as I can get and I need it ASAP."
"You know, there is a faster way to make more money than drugs."
She felt his fingers toy at the waist of her leggings and caught his meaningful look. She pushed her sunglasses up and pressed her palms against her eyes. The idea revolted her. But wasn't that the remnant thought of someone who'd have to spend a lifetime with the consequences? Besides, she'd just lost her virginity in the most degrading way and more than liked it. She dragged her hands escort uşak (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) down her face and side-eyed him, her sunglasses sliding to perch on the end of her nose. Yes, it revolted her, but it also tickled something that had been planted in her last night.
"How much?"
She took some small satisfaction in the brief flash of shock on his face.
"Same amount as the drugs" he said.
"Mm. No. You just said I could make more money this way. And the way you said it sounded like a lot more."
He gave her something between a grimace and a smile, "I should have saved the entrepreneurial advice until after, huh?"
She didn't respond and he raked a hand through his hair, sighing. "What's your number then?"
What was it the doctor had said? 18 year old cheerleader, walking fantasy? A cheshire smile spread across her face. "Triple."
"Fuck that."
Now it was her turn to finger the waist of his jeans. The button was tight and she almost burst out laughing. She rubbeds his boner from outside his jeans and he leaned his head back against the brick wall, looking away but he didn't stop her. She unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper, reaching down and feeling his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He was smaller than the doctor, but just as thick, and already throbbing.
A low hiss of breath escaped him and she pulled her hand out. He looked at her like a lost hungry puppy. "Wait" his voice cracked.
She walked away and said over her shoulder, "let me know when you have the money."
"I have it, I have it, I have it."
She stopped and turned, watching the boy dig through his backpack, jeans sliding off his hips. She walked back to him and saw him opening a wrinkled soft manilla envelope, so used it looked almost like cloth. He pulled out a neat bundle of $100 bills. Crisp, clean, and bound together in a simple strip of white and yellow paper with '$10,000' printed neatly along each side.
"Well jeez, John. Now I feel like you could have just paid me for the drugs in the first place."
"I know, I know. I'm an asshole. I didn't know it'd go like this. I wanted a reason for you to see me again."
She didn't know what to say to that. She reached for the $10,000 and he pulled it back.
"This is for everything. Fucking you right here, and also for the medicinals."
She nodded, and he handed it to her. She put it in her purse and they stepped back into whatever shelter the alley dumpster provided.
They looked at each other, both waiting for the other to start and she laughed awkwardly. "I'm not exactly experienced at this."
He looked sheepish. "Neither am I."
"Um, okay" she said. "Well, what do you want? Like, what do you... uh... like?"
"I wanna try it doggy style?"
Images of the doctor fucking her hard against the brick wall, or even better against the dumpster, hands around her throat and calling her a whore raced through her mind and she nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."
She faced the wall and pulled her leggings and panties down to just below her ass cheeks. The cold air hit her and she could tell she was dripping wet. She was a whore, she smiled at the wall, literally. A nervous hand lightly touched her ass. She looked back and saw John looking outrageously focused. He stepped closer and pushed his cock between her thighs and panties. Sliding along her slit and rubbing her clit. She was still swollen and sensitive from the night before. She moaned encouragingly.
He slid back and forth a few more times when she realized he was having a hard time entering her. So she reached back and helped him, wiggling her hips and pushing his head into her hole.
He whispered something she couldn't hear. He began thrusting with his hands very gently wrapped around her waist. He was still whispering something and she strained to understand it. She made an awkward face at the wall when she finally picked it up. He was saying 'fuck' over and over again in a desperate frantic whisper.
He was already starting to slow down before she'd started feeling anything, so she rolled her hips and his hands finally gripped her while he shuddered, pulling out. Ropes of cum painted her ass.
He pushed off of her and leaned back against the wall next to her. "Oh my god, that was amazing. I didn't know if it'd actually be worth it but it really fucking was, holy shit."
Diana tried to compose before turning to him, but she couldn't help the big grin on her face. $10,000 for maybe 3 minutes of standing. "It really fucking was."