She would go there and allow the desperate men to buy her drinks in an effort to get her drunk and take her home. She would even give one lucky man his wish and go home with him. All she wanted was a big cock to pound into her and make her forget.
Pain, monsters and insanity, all things she wanted to escape for a night.
The exhaustion afterwards, not the illusion of pleasure during, was what she was after.
Kicking off her shoes, she leaned over and looked at her pedicure. She was good. Her mani/pedi was still kicking butt. She stripped and threw the clothes into the hamper, before entering the bathroom.
What she wouldn’t give for a bubble bath. The tub she had was too small for soaking, and getting into it, only made her mad. Walking to the mirror, she looked at herself. She really needed to remember to eat.
She loved her breasts. They were her best feature. She wasn’t large like Rena, but she wasn’t small like some. She was carrying around a perfect set of D’s. They were round and firm and she loved them. She had been known to caress them just because.
Everything else on her was small. Her waist. Her height. Even her ass. Really, would a nice round ass have been too much for the Lord to bless her with? She guessed a perfect ass and chest would have been too much for the male population.
Smiling, she headed for the shower. She closed her eyes and stepped under the spray to let the cares of the day wash away. She could see her mother standing before her, accusing her.
‘Where’s your man, Dee? You’re still not married.’
She had turned thirty one two months ago. Her mother had made it known that if you were not married by thirty, your chances of getting married dwindled something fierce. She never believed that. Still, her mother’s words haunted her.
Don’t want to marry, mother dearest, she said to herself. Don’t want to go crazy like you did or allow someone to abuse my child. She felt the words ‘like you did’ hovering on the side of her mind, but they were left unsaid. Finishing her shower, she reached for her towel.
She still remembered the first time she woke up with the feeling of someone standing over her bed. Her mother’s boyfriend had been in her room. He was breathing heavy and stroking himself. Her mother came running when she screamed get out.
Her mom had pushed him out of the room then closed her door. Then she had come back and knelt over Dee. She raised her hand and smacked Dee across the face.
‘Keep your little hoe body to yourself, Dee. Understand me?’
She had nodded her head quickly and her mother left, making sure the door was closed behind her. Dee had cried herself to sleep.
The next morning her mom had given her two cookies with her cereal. Her mom did not believe in sweets. They rotted the teeth and made pretty girls look like fat pigs, those were her mom’s words.
‘I am proud of you, Dee. Soon you will be pretty enough to find a good husband to take care of you, just don’t use that body on my man again. Got it?’
She had nodded her head and looked at those cookies. That was all she could focus on. She nibbled at them all day. Someone at school had tried to take them from her. She stomped them. No one ever wanted to fight her again. She had only been eight.
She pulled her mind from her past. The past couldn’t hurt her. It was the here and now that terrified her. The now was filled with monsters. She had been kidnapped. The target had been her best friend, Rena. Dee had been used as bait. That’s when she had learned that there were real monsters in this world and she wasn’t talking about mankind. She clutched at her head as her knees grew weak and dropped her to the floor.
The pain she felt seared through her brain as the images of death and mutilation were displayed for her in vivid color. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound emerged.
She banged her head until the peaceful blue carpet in front of her and not a headless body came into focus. Clutching her bed, she pulled herself up. It was time to get ready. Desperation was driving her to leave quickly.
She needed an outfit, one that would make a married man leave his wife. Even though she never messed with married guys. She was always happy that someone had missed the curse that plagued her.
She wanted to be hot enough to go home with the right single man. She toyed with the thought of pretending to be submissive, a Dom may be what she needed tonight.
She had no visions of pleasure, but a little pain might make her forget the monster who kidnapped her. It might also make her forget Niko.
She wanted Niko like bears wanted honey. Actually she wanted him more than that and that’s why she stayed away. He would be bad for her making her want to change her mind about men and relationships. He could destroy her and she was destroyed enough already.