Lara "I know who you are," Juliana says.For obvious reasons, this is like a punch to my throat because my mind starts imagining wild scenarios. A few seconds later, I tell myself that I probably have it all wrong. She can't know the truth of who I am. How is that possible?So, I tell her, "I don't know what you're talking about."Juliana takes a step toward me, her eyes narrowed. "When I first saw you, I knew that I recognized you but I didn't know from where. It was only when they said your name that I became suspicious. And so, I asked a few of my clients to do some research on who I thought you were, and now I have my answer."I'm stone cold. My heart is slamming against my chest but I don't want to get ahead of myself. I don't want to assume the worst so readily. Juliana tilts her head. She has this expression on her face like she's mocking my anguish. "What, you don't believe me? You don't think that I know who you are, Lara?"I still don't say a word. I'm hoping and praying t
Dexter As I stare at the spot where I know my mother was buried, I feel a strange kind of peace come over me. I remember when this hole was being dug for her. I was watching from the doorway, terrified as shit. I saw it when her body hit the ground and her neck broke. The man standing over her just walked away. I remember his face, though, and I haven’t forgotten it. Not ever. I guess I can say that my whole life started going downhill after that exact moment. I was just a boy living in a brothel with his mother, which might seem like a horrible thing to some people, but what they don’t understand is that my mother was the kindest, sweetest person in the world. She always tried to make my reality seem better than what it was.I was only a boy, but she was my whole universe. I still remember how it felt like to be wrapped up in her arms after she’d worked all day. At the time, I hadn’t known what that job was. I only found out years later. She kept me away from all the terrible thi
LaraI haven't been able to sleep a wink all night. I can't stop thinking about that bitch Juliana and how much I want to fucking kill her. I'm so filled with rage right now. How could I have guessed that someone here would know who I am?My city is miles away from here. I can't stop chewing my lip. Because I didn't sleep, my eyes feel gritty and I feel uncomfortable overall. It's a strange feeling that doesn't go away with anything. How am I supposed to get myself out of this situation?Ten thousand dollars? She's crazy. I have that money, but it's literally all I have and I'm saving it. And even if I weren't, there's no way in hell that I'd give her that money. I don't care. It's all I have. This isn’t something that I feel is worth handing out all my money for. What’s my father or even Vince going to do to me?What can be worse than what they’ve already done?It’s either I ride this out or I run. There’s no other option because I’m not giving her the money. I can’t reach Ambros
Lara I still haven’t made my decision and Dexter is starting to eye me curiously and in a way that makes my skin crawl. I fold my arms. I can’t make a reckless decision. If I decide to leave here and strip for him, then I’ll be at his complete mercy and that’s a terrible decision. Also, what would I do about Ander?“I can’t be your exclusive stripper,” I declare. “It can’t happen. I have a contract with Ambrose and I can’t break it. That won’t work.”However, he mentioned having sex with me. Although I said I’m not a prostitute, am I not willing to make a sacrifice for a good amount of money? Oh, goddess. I’ve reached the bottom of the barrel. I can’t get lower than this. To suggest having sex with my enemy is beyond insanity. I need to be checked into an institution for even thinking about this.“See, you say no but I can tell that there’s something you want,” he says, taking a few steps toward me. I back away from him. He doesn’t stop. “You’re tempted by my offer, aren’t you?”“I
DexterAs I leave Red’s apartment and get in my car, I ask myself what the fuck I’m doing. When I woke up earlier today, I told myself that I would try to put her behind me, but that’s only because of the dream I had of her. In my dream, I was in the strip chub and she was dancing for me. Goddess, she looked so fucking sexy in a black babydoll. Her eyes were lined with black and popped out of her face. I wanted her so badly but I couldn’t touch her. I felt myself getting harder and harder, and when I looked down, my cock was pointing at the fucking ceiling and I was completely naked. My hands were bound to the chair I was seated on, and all the while, she twirled around and around the pole, still dressed. “Having fun?” she asked in a seductive voice. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t even sure if I had a tongue in my mouth. Then, slowly, she began stripping. She took off her babydoll and was left in a thong that was a sharp contrast against her creamy skin. I wanted to take that thong
LaraAs soon as I climb inside his car, I have this feeling like I want to turn back and cancel the whole thing. This is undoubtedly fear. I glance at him. He seems pleased by what he’s looking at, which makes me feel even more humiliated and not at all defiant. I hate this man. He ruined me. Things were okay when there was the chance that I would do the same to him, but I don’t see how that’s going to happen tonight.I’m so conflicted. But regardless of the way I feel, I’m doing this. I need the money and so I’ll see this through. Maybe some other day I’ll get the chance to find out his secret and use it against him. Maybe. “Ready?” he asks. I only look straight ahead instead of answering him, and so as a result, he chuckles. I cross my legs, fold my arms, and stare out the window. Dexter doesn’t say a word to me as we drive to an unknown location. To me, it’s unknown. Instead of thinking about what I’m going to have to do, I think about Ander. But thinking about Ander brings m
DexterThis reminds me of my dream. Only a few things are different, but it’s pretty much the same scene. I tell her to walk toward me. I see the hesitation in her eyes and to be honest, it fucking kills me. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. I would’ve probably lost my mind if she wanted to fuck me, too. But I guess I’m not paying her to have a change of heart. Once she’s standing in front of me, I put the champagne glass on top of the nightstand next to the bed. Her tits are right before my eyes. Her nipples are rosy and yet they’re not hard yet. That’s about to change. I place my hands on her slender waist and kiss the swell of her breast, right under her nipple. Red sucks in a breath through her teeth and that gives me so much fucking satisfaction. Knowing that she’s into this makes this better for me. I dart my tongue out and draw a circle around her pebbled nipple. I watch her face. She tries to keep her face straight; tries and fails, I should mention. She goes rigi
Lara"Vanessa," I lie to him. "That's my name."The thought of him digging deep for my name just makes me scared. He can't find out that I'm Lara. He'll connect all the pieces. He'll find out who I am. He'll know I'm the woman he used for his revenge and then that's it. "Vanessa," he echoes. "Didn't think you'd be a Vanessa."I show no reaction to this. I'm not a Vanessa, and anyway, I don't care what he thinks. I'm too busy fighting demons to care about something so trivial. We're halfway done, though, and that brings me relief. I can't wait to end this so I can go home, pay that bitch, and then continue living my life. However the night feels long, and it's like I won't be able to get rid of him as quickly as I want to. The worst part for me is how much I like it. I can't control how my body reacts to this. I feel the pleasure. I orgasmed. It's complicated and makes me feel ashamed because I'm supposed to hate him, and liking this reminds me of how I enjoyed having sex with him i