NerthusArawn slowly opens the wrapped paper slung around the gift, making my heartbeat pick up its pace, the air in my lungs diminishing. I watch him silently as he opens it fully, clasping the frame with both his hands as he studies it.“Aaaaaaw!” Danny shouts, getting me to tear my eyes away from Arawn still staring at my gift. “Is this us in Coney Island?”I nod, my eyes jumping between an absent Arawn and an excited Danny. “Yeah, I had my favorite photo we took enlarged a little bit and framed. So, we could all have a nice souvenir of the day. I thought-”My nervous rambling gets interrupted by Arawn standing up and leaving the room without saying anything. I gulp hard, pushing the painful knot down my throat with difficulty.“What is happening?” Danny asks, and I shake my head slowly.“I don’t know, baby. But don’t worry, I’ll go check on him.” I say while standing up myself. Forcing up a smile, I caress his chin encouragingly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s about work.”Danny nods
Nerthus “Danny,” Arawn says as we walk back into the living room, making the boy perk up. “My turn. Come with me.”Danny jumps onto his feet, and I spread my arm towards him. He leans into me, and I caress his back as we follow Arawn into a sterile room, lined completely with white tiles. The LED light hurts my eyes as we reach Arawn, who is standing behind a showcase.“It’s not really a gift as it belongs to you anyway, but…” Arawn turns around to take a metal box out of the armoured wall and proceeds to put it down carefully on the glass surface of the showcase. “Go ahead and open it.”Danny takes the small key out of his hand hesitantly and opens the box with a feeble click. Opening the lid, we both peak into the box while Arawn grins proudly. “It belonged to your father. I had it cleaned up, and I also had them engrave a dedication.”Lifting the gun out of the box, Danny seems to be totally overwhelmed by his feelings as he turns it slowly in his hands.“Here,” Arawn points at th
Nerthus I lift my legs, putting my feet on his abs as he tears my pants down my legs, taking my panties with it.Grabbing my ankles, he spreads my legs for him, kneeling in between them.He moves his hands up my sides to get my pjs top off me as well, only leaving me in my bra.“You chose this one pretty well,” he growls, biting into my hardened nipple through the thin material. “I like it.”“I’m glad,” I moan, stretching my arms over my head as I enjoy his lips on me.As I open my eyes, I’m met with my reflection, and I let my eyes wander along his strong back. Biting my bottom lip, I savor the pleasant shiver it triggers to ripple through my body.“I’m going to have you watch yourself while cuming. Ever had the pleasure?” he asks me, putting his chin on my stomach.I smile awkwardly as I think about it. “Well, I had one or two creeps with mirrors over the bed. But not to have me looking at myself getting pleasured, and I guess it will be the first time it will actually be a pleasur
Nerthus “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I ask, a little doubt nagging at my senses fearfully.He sighs, but his fingers continue to caress my hair gently. “There have been a few occurrences in my territory. I guess that we have someone trying to start a riot and take over my business. I am sorting out rats like I never have before, but new ones keep spreading like wildfire.”“My King is under attack?” I joke lowly, trying to cover up my discomfort. I hate the fact that the sole thing I am instinctively trained to do is to be flirtatious, and I shake my head. “I’m sorry about that. How bad is it?”Arawn chuckles, pulling himself closer as he wraps his hand around my body, letting go of my hair. “I don’t know yet. But I never had such troubles, to be honest. I always got to stop them at the starting line. Now they are running a full race.”
I was 15 when I first sold myself. Setting it up through a cousin of mine, I got quite good money for my virginity. And while the other girls were telling their awkward stories or crying over their heartbreak, I soon discovered that mine was quite the best way to go. Boys were idiots anyway. Pretty little puppies that were ready to pay to not be left alone. At the age of 17, I moved out and went to live in the city. My cousin knew a guy who owned a house where people like me could stay. Nobody asks questions, everybody minds their own business. I shared a room with a woman named Hoang Lan. She came from Vietnam. She had been sold out far younger than me, as her parents were poor and needed the money. A girl is just a burden in a world made for boys. The difference between Lan and me was that while I paid a provision to my cousin and was allowed to keep a bit of money for myself, she never saw a dime. Her pimp paid for what she needed, and the rest was sent directly to her parents. S
Nerthus “She was everything I had.” I roll my eyes internally as I comfort the man crying next to me. “Oh, poor Max. I’m sure Yuppie will look down on you and is always with you.” Yes, he just lost his cat a few days ago. As I got off the streets, I was surprised how many men just booked me to talk or go out without even touching me. Society can be really hard on men without an appropriate companion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for any easily earned money. And I don’t enjoy a man’s touch particularly. But I’m not good with people. I’m better in bed. So, having people wanting to act as a babysitter or a shrink weighs on me. I prefer being fucked from the moment I get in, to the moment I get out. If there is no talking, it is even better. “Maybe there is something I can do, to make you feel better, Max?” I purr, moving my hand over his leg and he lifts his head out of his hands and stares at me incredulously. “You can’t bring her back, can you?!” He shouts before starting
Nerthus Of course, I never have to wait long in such an outfit at this hour. I try to keep the conversation with my cabdriver to a minimum. Fortunately, he talks so much that I can keep my answers short. I really don’t like conversing with men when I’m not getting paid for it. He drives me across the buzzing city like he wants to establish a new record and I nearly get to re-taste my coffee. Arrived at the beautiful office building near Madison Square Garden, I take the elevator to a floor at a dizzy high. As I step out of the elevator, I enter a bumbling world of its own. My high heels clack on the tiled floor as I reach the large and elegant reception. The massive desk reflects the sand-colored tiles of the floors and outshines it with incorporated embellishments in gold and brown. The letters of the agency name thrones on it prominently, following the color pattern. Fabulous Companion Putting my hands on the chilly surface of the reception desk, I clear my throat before speak
Nerthus I slip out of my heels with a sigh and throw my bag on my white couch in the living room. The happiness I feel every time I get home is something I still can’t believe. The money I spent on having it furnished in white and dark brown colors, to have it lined with white and grey tiles and to have the white walls worked in stucco, might be extortionate, but I don’t regret even a dime. I also put a lot of effort into decorating the rooms with fresh flowers and mostly yellow or pink home accessories. My love for modern art that I got to know through my many advanced trainings sponsored by the agency, manifests itself through the colorful artworks I have hanging on the walls. Apart from that, my apartment is pretty clinical. I don’t have anything personal on display. Not that I would have any pretty memories to disclose. I like to say that my apartment is just like me. Fully pragmatic. After taking a short shower, I slip into an oversized shirt and cotton shorts. While my pasta