**Be on your fours** “I can help ease your pains in some other ways, you know.” The little ginger nurse I hired croons under her breath while wrapping a new, clean band-aid around my side. The graze of her fingers against my skin makes me feel aroused.Her eyes hold a sharp glint as she tucks her lips between her teeth. I begin to scrutinize her skin, her deft fingers, and her small, pink lips. I’ve no doubt as small her she is she has been fucked by at least five different men because her gestures are that of a professional whore.Ah, how can I forget? Nurses are the real deal when it comes to sex. Funny enough, I can only attest to this because I fucked three different nurses back in Russia.They give good head and their pussy is always wet and ready. Those creatures can send a man to heaven by just catching a glimpse of their dribbling pussy.One of my caregivers in Russia is also a nurse and I’ve had her countless times. As I watch the ginger girl graze her fingers down my torso w
**I own New York.*** As Benson stand-up in front of me, I hear my men and his click their triggers. The sounds making me seethe. I don’t know his agenda. I don’t even wish to know at this moment because my men and I are still recuperating from the attack meted against us at his club.So if he’s here for his own crossfire because of the chaos, I’ll say we ain’t ready, and besides, his men outnumbers mine.Yes, I promised to lie low and cause no pandemonium, but whatever happened at that club wasn’t my fault.But…wait a minute.Is Benson here with the FBI who must be scouring everywhere for me?Shit!I hope not.As that dizzying thought flashes through my mind I swivel my head back and study the men I regarded as Benson’s lackeys, initially. I failed to glimpse at them more accurately before, but now I do.The six hulk, muscled men are in dark sunnies, dark suits and earpieces.I don’t see anything that hints about the FBI on them. At that thought, my racing heart cools, but the curiosi
**Run!** “Yeah, I’ll be there soon.” I spout into the phone as Lily’s words rush into my ears. Lilly is my roommate and classmate in school and she has called to inform me about the instructions given for our forthcoming practical chemistry.I’ve always wanted to study Medicine as my major in school but I never knew it could be more than stressful. Either ways, it’s the zeal that keeps me going if not I might have call it quits.Oh, plus the fact that I don’t want the stress of writing another SAT exams. The one I wrote before being admitted in the school was beyond stressful. I literally burn out during my lessons. So calling it quits now is never my plan.I quickly shoot up from the bed, my hair cascading down my temples while I throw my head back and yearn. I really appreciate Lilly's relentless effort on watching my back for me because my side job sometimes make me unavailable in school which I abhor but what choice do I have?Literally, no choice.My father like I said before nev
***devil's queen.*** Call me a paranoia, call me a fool, still, I won’t give a dime. My life is precious to me so I can’t have the people that shot the strange Kozlov and bartender find me. I know I shouldn’t have pried. I shouldn’t have gone to the club in search of someone who merely stole my first kiss. To him, it might have been just a kiss. A kiss he initiated just for fun. Or rather, a kiss he initiated to wish me good luck ahead because it’s a new year. Well, I wonder why I’m acting childish. Sharing kisses on a new year is common in the States and certainly, there are others like me who got kissed by strangers on that night even if it’s not at the club. So why in hell did I suddenly feel the need to look for the stranger? A stranger that looks nothing less than dangerous. His cologne smells like danger. His thick leather cologne hammers red light in my ears. So after the red flag, I actually went in search of him? Now I know that was so stupid of me to do and in my bid to
**Open your mouth** I home in my focus on my computer screen, unwilling to tear my attention away from it. Not even when the ginger nurse whom I scared a day ago finishes wrapping my sling and band-aid around me.I thought at first that she'll cower away after I scared her but the ginger girl proves me wrong. She returned again today. Well, with as much self control as she can gather. I have no string of doubt that my actions doused her lust for me a beat.However, I’m morbidly curious as to what’s transpiring on the screen before me.“I’m done…” The ginger nurse utters, breaking my utmost concentration. Yikes!I give her a quick nod and gesture to the wads of dollar notes seated on my desk. Quietly, she picks it up as well as her medical box and flee from my sight.As the door hits close, I blow out strings of breath and dive my eyes back at the screen. To my surprise, the girl, Dawn, whom Akim has gone to watch as I had ordered began running across the street right after speaking wi
**Pleasure me** I watch the ginger nurse stand up while wiping the corners of her mouth stained with my cum. She licks it endearingly but I don’t give a shit. I slide my cock into my shorts and head to the fridge.“I made a pancake for you.” Her words makes me pause a tad and I regard her from over my shoulders.With a sigh, I refocus on the items filled in the fridge. I latch on the plate of Apple pie Leonid managed to make before leaving for his mission of searching for any clue that can lead me to the assassins.Bringing the plate out, I head to the microwave to nuke the pie. I feel the ginger girl’s eyes on me as I effortlessly lumber to the microwave stead.“Don’t you like the pancakes?” She asks.Heck!This little bitch is becoming something else. I think she wants ultimate attention from me but hell, I can’t bring myself to do that with her.I mute while nuking the pie and she just stares. When she has burn out her energy in the stares, she whirl around and zoom off.Women will
***pervert boss*** I blow out a quick breath as I move towards the counter of Mari Vanna restaurant. I started working here part time when I got admitted in Fordham and to be honest, the paycheck has helped me to foot my bills and save some for unforeseen circumstances. But my boss is really a hard knot to crack. He's always at my throat which makes working here impossible sometimes. I wish I can have a simple life where I don’t work for anyone but be a boss on my own. The smell of cheese wafts the air, and into my nostrils as I approach the kitchen door. At the counter, I just exchange a few smiles and glances with one of the workers. I don’t know her name, but she started a few days to my days off for Christmas holiday. I flutter the kitchen door open, and get graced by the sight of workers wrapped in our usual apron that has the restaurant’s logo on it. The chief chef, Alina, who happens to be among the Russian that works here sends a cable of greetings towards me. “Oh, Dawn
**Sex...** “Omigod.” At the sound of that voice, I quit tossing around my bed and flap my eyes open. I thought something had happened which triggers my quick rising from sleep. I'm a light sleeper and little things such as that bellow easily wake me up. I peer in the direction of the voice and see Lilly slumping into her bed and her face is…red? Hell, I feel completely exhausted after yesterday’s shitload of work and I don’t want to wake up just yet. Either way, I can’t bring myself to close my eyes again especially when Lilly is crying. I prop up from the bed and scratch off the sleep boogers from my eyes coupled with a yawn. Scratching my hair, I regard Lilly once again. Seriously? She’s crying. “Hey, Lilly. What the fuck happened?” My voice is squeaky and it all has to do with the fact that I just woke up from sleep. Crying, she looks at me. A sob vibrates from her mouth and she tries to suppress her sob with the paper napkin in her hand. Okay, I hate it when someone sulks l