54 comments/ 52007 views/ 22 favorites Fifteen Hours By: stev2244 Warning - If you're looking for willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or a lot of detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. Thanks to SexyGeek for editing help. Any errors still present are probably mine because I've fumbled around with it afterwards. * Boring. The highway is just so mind-blowingly boring. The miles stretch endlessly on my trip to Florida. Boring. It's still early in the morning and I'm already bored to death. The day doesn't look promising at all. I could entertain myself by annoying one of my friends with a long phone call. But as I rarely drive long distances and the X5 is quite new, I haven't yet bothered to purchase a snap-in charger for my phone. And I've forgotten to bring the USB charging cable. So I have no way to recharge my phone's dead battery. Without my phone I can't even access my music collection. Which makes everything even more boring. To the right I see a boring small Louisiana town. On my left side, a boring dark sedan is overtaking me. My boring tank is still half full. No reason to stop and interrupt my misery of total boredom. Why in god's name haven't I taken the plane? In hindsight, this idea to finally run in the new car was ridiculous. On my right I admire a small group of cows. One is brown, all the others are black. Truly amazing. At least amazing enough to make them the main visual attraction around here. In my mind's eye I see locals gathering around this spectacle every day, watching the cows in awe. On my left I see... the nozzle of a gun pointed at my head. Instinctively I immediately fully slam the brakes. I barely realize that my side window shatters. I look to my right and see a highway exit through the other shattered side window. Still fully on the brakes, I yank the car into the exit. I barely miss it. The pedal is on the metal again even while I'm still plowing through a stretch of grass before reaching tarmac again. I look into my rear mirror quickly. Nobody to be seen, just an empty and innocent looking highway exit. I realize that I'm surprisingly calm. Shouldn't I be more upset? Would shaking like a leaf be more appropriate? At least a tinge of panic maybe? Hell, I've never been in this situation and I just don't know how I'm expected to react. Surviving is quite high on my list though, that much is clear. Who might want to kill me? I think I'm the classical nice guy. I've never fucked someone else's wife - at least not as far as I know. My criminal career is limited to a stolen apple at the age of eight. And I somehow doubt that Mr. Thompson - the fruit dealer - has finally found out and is upset enough for such drastic measures. Is this maybe just a coincidence and no one will follow me? Some kind of spontaneous Louisiana greeting ritual? Oh, shit, no such luck, I see a dark sedan speeding down the exit behind me. Of course, I press everything out of my car that it's got. Which is a lot, as I had impulsively opted for the bigger kind of engine-thing. I have no idea about such stuff and hadn't really understood the difference at the time. Eight cylinders somehow sounded better than six, so that's what I had bought. All I know is that my car feels seriously fast right now. But surprisingly, my pursuers manage to keep up. Suddenly a shot smashes the front window. Shit. Of course, I duck my head, hating me while I do it. Because it's silly, it's too late anyway. My still quite un-shot right rear view mirror tells me two things, both of which add to an already shitty day. First, there is a large lump of bird-shit on the mirror frame. Damn, this car is almost brand new. But I at least thank the obviously quite big bird for omitting to target my now non-existent windshield. Second - there's a guy leaning out of the side window of that damn sedan, pointing a gun in my general direction. I'm not sure if he's aware that he looks absolutely ridiculous, like in a cheap 60s gangster movie. I'm a little disappointed that he's left out some kind of Humphrey Bogart hat. If I'm about to be shot, it should happen with style. I see a small humpy country lane to the right and decide to use every advantage I might have against them. I have an SUV and they don't. So I turn onto it, braking late and hard. And I immediately accelerate down this small track, almost pushing the pedal through the floor. I don't even know where exactly I am. Probably somewhere in Louisiana still. Driving at more than 100 mph down a small, holey track is a challenge and I have my hands full with keeping the car on it. I hope that the massive dust plume I'm producing might help me. My location is painfully obvious this way, but I don't envy them for racing down this stretch of dirt at this speed in a dust plume. It's difficult enough without it. Suddenly the steering jerks and the tire pressure warning goes off. Shit, they've probably hit a tire with a round. The car remains surprisingly stable but I decide I have to leave it nonetheless. I haven't managed to shake them with four good tires, so I certainly won't manage to do it with three. I slam the brakes, get out of the car and run. I just run. There are some trees around me, but not enough to really hide me. I don't look back. I barely look where I'm running. I just run like hell. The bark of a tree on me right explodes into a cloud of splinters but I don't care in the least. I run for my very life. I don't even know how many of them are chasing me. One or two, maybe? Two, probably. That's what they always show in the movies. No, the cops come in twos. The killers are always alone. Does it matter? No. But a surprisingly lot of stuff goes through my mind during these supposedly last seconds of a life I've thoroughly enjoyed so far. Well, it's been good. That's the phrase that probably describes everything best. Always stick to the classics if in doubt. And it's sad that this good life has to come to such a sudden end at the ripe age of 29. The thing is - oops, I have to watch this root - I've kind of won the big lottery of life. Although it might not look like that today. Caution, mud puddle, jump over it. I'm quite good looking. I personally don't think so as I generally don't appreciate the looks of men, including myself. But the part of the female population that fancies me has assured me so. And I don't care much about the opinion of the other part. A fork in the path. Okay, the left one. Why not? I don't know where I am anyway. It's not important where I run to. It's important to keep doing it. And I do this whole running thing more out of habit to prolong my life as much as possible than out of hope that it might save me somehow. The battery of my mobile phone is dead. The number of cops in sight is - wait, I have to count - zero. Which, by coincidence, matches the total number of people in sight. I'm unarmed, not trained in any kind of martial arts, I've never been near a marine, a green beret, a navy SEAL or anything like it. I'm more some kind of peaceful, non-confrontational guy. Oops, I better run on that grass, the path seems dangerously muddy and slippery. So, I'm toast. I'm chased by a professional killer. And I'm just an unarmed, unskilled guy spoiled by a sheltered life. My only fight was with Timmy Burns at the age of eleven. And I've lost it. So they would probably kill me even if they went out of ammunition. Spoiled? Definitely. Rich from the moment I had joined humanity. Heir of old money. Intelligent enough to finish an ivy league college without ever having the intention to actually work as a lawyer. Living a life of luxury, busy with meaningless stuff, never contributing anything to humankind. Apart from just being there. Blocking resources that would have better been invested in more ambitioned people. That's what it boils down to, old guy. You're just superfluous. No kids, no responsibility for anything. You're a money-losing business for humanity. I've never seen this, somehow. I was just too busy being me. Driving around in fancy cars, chasing pretty women, living in nice houses, traveling. But now, running down a muddy path somewhere in the South, it seems quite obvious. It strongly looks like mankind will manage to survive without my presence. No one will give a shit, to be more precise. The insight is quite disillusioning. And it seems a little late to change my life now. But one thing might be to my advantage. I've always been good at sports and I've been running a lot. I think I've maintained a good pace so far. I can't hear anybody behind me any more and even the shots have stopped. Okay, I'll take the left path again. So I might have been able to put a little distance between me and the killer. Or the group of killers. As far as I know, there might be as many as twenty guys chasing me. I have to chuckle as I envision a group of black-clad guys with sunglasses stumbling down this damn path. But seriously, not more than five self-respecting killers would have entered that shitty sedan. It is at least consoling that I won't die as clueless as I have lived. By now I have a strong idea who might want to see me dead and why. Being in this somewhat inconvenient situation is partly my own fault. The path leads me around a bend and suddenly I'm in some kind of clearing. It looks like a trailer park. About fifteen trailers seem to be scattered across the clearing in what looks like a totally random pattern. Not two of them seem to be aligned parallel to each other. The positions are equally haphazard. They look like some toys, dropped here by an enormous child. Everything seems to be silent, not a single human being is in sight. Most of the trailers sport some weird decoration. Chains of lights, colored lamps, everything that might give the place a gaudy and cheap look is present. In it's own tastelessness, the place is very consistent. Well, I can't be picky, can I? I rush to the nearest one of the luxurious residences, omitting the one with the "Jesus loves you" sticker, which seems somehow inappropriate, given the circumstances. I frantically pound on the door of my chosen potential refuge. "I'm off service. You see, my light is off," I am informed by a bored female voice from inside. My God, what is this, some kind of forest brothel? I'm running for my dear life here. But I'm glad that someone is home and is willing to at least talk to me. Even if it is through a closed door. "Please open up! It's important. It's a matter of life or death. You have to help me!" The door is opened surprisingly quickly and I'm being pulled inside. It's quite dark in here and as soon as my eyes have gotten accustomed to the surroundings, I perceive a blond women in front of me. Her face is not pretty. It's spectacularly beautiful. She has the sharply chiseled features of a classical beauty. What is she doing here? This seems wrong. I have no idea why, but somehow I feel that someone as beautiful as her should not live in an old trailer in a remote wood in the South, working as a prostitute. This is not how things should be, according to Josh's rules of life. She's about a head smaller than me and looks at me expectantly with her fists in her waist. Her make-up is exaggerated and tasteless, but maybe this is what's in demand around here. Given some attention to her styling and clothes, she would be a raving beauty. I hardly notice that the trailer seems to be packed with books, which surprises my a little. "So?" "Sorry to disturb you, mam. But someone is following me and to be brutally honest, is trying to kill me. I'm Josh, by the way." I extend my hand in the hope of breaking some ice here. I hope she will take it. I desperately need her as my ally. She carefully studies my hand before slowly reaching out and taking it. "Hi Josh. I'm Mia." She takes my hand, which I take as a good sign. "The thing is, life around here might not be ideal. But I kind of have gotten used to living. And I plan to do it for a while. I'm 26 and I think that might be a little early for my big departure. So as much as I'd like to help you, I can't see why I should endanger my life for a stranger. You see, for all that I know, you might as well be the villain in this story." Wow, she might be a prostitute working in a rotten trailer in the middle of nowhere. But she surely isn't dumb or uneducated. Quite eloquent, actually. I like her sense of humor, even in these stressed circumstances. "I'm not. I swear." Well, given the current situation, a little more volubility than this would be appreciated. My life might depend on it. This might be the first and only situation where my abilities as a womanizer would significantly improve something of relevance. And it seems that it's the first time that I completely fail since Peggy Andrews' bitch-slap in tenth grade. "So give me one reason to help you." "Imagine the alternative. You send me out there again. I will be killed for certain. And you would have to live with it." Uh, risky. I'm playing the guilt card. I don't like me for it, but I'm desperate. "So you're betting your life on me being a woman of morals? You're talking to a whore." I was still holding her hand, squeezing it. "Why should a whore have lower morals than anyone else? You see, I don't like to play with guilt. This is not your problem and I hate to burden you. But I've also come to like being alive. And I'm just desperate. Being killed would really put a damper on my day." Her impressions softens and I hope that I've convinced her. Which would be a small miracle, keeping in mind how I look like. Dirty, sweaty, in torn clothes. She heaved a long sigh. "Okay, what do you want?" "Could you please call the police? My mobile's battery is dead." "Sorry, we have no net here. No phones at all. This little paradise is as illegal as it can be." "Shit. I need to survive for - let's see" I check my watch "15 hours. Until midnight. Then I'm safe." She looks at me pensively. Then she obviously comes to a conclusion. I just hope it's the right one. The one to keep me alive. My life is in her hands. "Follow me." She leads me to a wardrobe. "Mia, these are really bad guys. They are sure to look in here. Please, we need to find a better hiding place." "Trust me. We know about such stuff. We have some illegal immigrants among us." Now she opens a kind of hidden door inside the wardrobe. A small hiding place appears. "Gosh, you're right," I say. "This might actually work." "Get in. They are already looking for you. Two guys." "Thanks." "Thank me later. If I'm still alive then." I just look at her with what I hope is a sincere and thankful expression and stow myself into the small space. She closes the door and I'm engulfed in total darkness. My only sensations are the slightly stale scent in here, the sound of her feet shuffling around and some birds singing in the trees. And now I hear a loud banging on her door. "Open the damn door, you fucking whore." The rhyme gives his demand some lyrical quality but the content is surprisingly rude. This is a guy that will clearly make no new friends around here. But his gun probably makes it unnecessary to be tactful anyway. "I'm off service. Go to one of the others. It's early in the morning, I'm tired." "I don't give a shit. I'm not here to fuck a dirty piece of shit. Open the door or I'll knock it down." I guess that the whole trailer park will be aware of what's happening by now. And this is probably not the first door they knock on. Someone here will be armed to protect the girls. But whoever it is, he or she doesn't seem to be intent to do something about it. But these are prostitutes and the guys pursuing me are professional killers. So yes, it's probably a lot healthier not to mess with these guys. My lovely ex Sally seems to have spared no expense and has hired competent specialists. I hear the front door being opened. "So what do you want?" "Looking for someone. Won't take long. Just don't get in my way." I hear him walking around, opening and checking everything quickly. Finally he opens the wardrobe. My life as well as Mia's depends on this moment. Come to think about it, they will probably kill all inhabitants of this lovely theme park just to eliminate possible witnesses. This is sick. All these people would have to die for Sally's greed. And for my mistakes. "Okay. If you see a man in dirty and torn clothes, let us know. We'll be around for a while." Mia doesn't bother to respond and someone closes the front door. "Stay in there for a while. We need to be sure," I hear her whispering. Smart girl. Beautiful, smart, witty and willing to endanger herself to help me. What exactly is she doing in this dump? I try to remain calm and patient for a while and not to succumb to claustrophobia. I'm not tending towards it, but I have to try not to acquire it now. The place would be ideal for the task. After an eternity, light floods my small hideaway. I unfold my aching body into the real world. "Thank you." "It's not over yet. They're still around." "I know." Our whole conversation is an exchange of whispers. We're both aware that they will probably be busy right now with pressing some ears to some aluminum panels. "You owe me." "Yes. What do you want?" "Your story." She smiles. How can she smile in such a situation? And boy, does she have a nice smile. "Really? That's all?" "I haven't said that that's all. But it seems to be a proper down-payment." "Okay." I realize that my voice is croaking a little. "You've had a rough time, right? You stay here in the bedroom. No one can peek in here. I'll get you something to eat and drink." I look at her incredulously. She's right. I'm desperately hungry and thirsty. I realize that something has gone completely wrong. I've married some kind of monster while a beautiful and caring woman like Mia had to work on her back to survive. At least I suppose that she has to do this out of desperation. No other reason is thinkable for such an angel. She returns with some cookies and a glass of water. All of it is history within seconds and Mia smiles at me benevolently. "Okay, go ahead," she whispers. "Well, I've led a rather easy and carefree life until today. Never been in trouble, no enemies, my life was just one pleasant journey. My problem began in college, although I didn't know at the time. I met a girl named Sally. She's very intelligent, can be very nice and funny and is rather pretty. Not as beautiful as you, but pretty enough." She smiles briefly, but tries to hide it. "I have inherited a little money from my grandpa, which enabled me to go through college without too many worries." I omit to mention that I've inherited a three-digit million sum. No need to tell her that. It had brought me enough misery with Sally. "Sally on the other hand had a scholarship because she is really bright and a very hard worker. She is driven by ambition and definitely doesn't want to live like her parents did. But despite her scholarship she had always trouble to make ends meet. So I think I was the perfect match for her. I wasn't too keen on a steady relationship but she was relentless and charmed me into it. After we had our degrees, she decided that we should marry. I had my doubts, but I was too passive and too lazy to really disagree. It would have caused to much trouble and too many arguments. So it was easier to just relent. But being a lawyer, I at least insisted on a prenup. If we broke up for whatever reason, she would get a relatively small lump sum." 100.000, to be more specific. "But she is also a lawyer and she insisted to have a clause that in case of my death during our marriage, she would inherit everything. I saw no problem in it and understood her need for some safety. My fault. Because this clause is valid regardless of the cause of my death. And it is valid up to the day the marriage is finally dissolved." Fifteen Hours on the Clock I came home tired, dirty and mad at the world. I had just spent almost two shifts at work - no break, no lunch, no time to get a drink of water. Annoyed and wound up tight, I dumped my belongings just inside the door and headed to the shower. I didn't even kiss you 'hello.' I took a long time in the shower. I let the hot water stream over me and tried to make it wash away my fatigue. As the steam billowed all around me I realized I just wanted to lay in bed. I got out of the shower, dried off and got in bed without my pyjamas. You stood in the doorway to our bedroom and looked at me worried. I didn't sleep. I hadn't closed my eyes. I just lay in the bed. I saw you leave the doorway. I noted your disappearance but did nothing. I didn't want to move. An hour goes by slowly as the clock chimes. I just wanted to lay there. I heard you come back to the doorway. "I made dinner," you offered quietly. "I'm not hungry," I responded in a tired voice. I heard you shuffle a bit and leave the doorway. A few minutes later I hear you return. "Your favourite movie is coming on. Why don't we watch it togeth - " you begin. "I don't want to watch a movie," I say in a soft voice. I hear you shuffle a bit again the walk down the hall. I knew you were trying to be helpful, but I just didn't want to move. Too tired to think, I just lay there. I didn't know if you would understand that. I hear the clock chime a few more times. I don't keep count. I hear you in the doorway again. I haven't moved in hours. It's getting late. I hear you walk in our room and get in bed with me. Roughly you gather my body to you and try to move me. I wriggle out of your embrace and turn to lay on my stomach. I hear you sigh. I hear and feel you move in the bed. I feel soft hands on my back. Strong hands trace the still tense muscles in my back. I don't move. You continue. Your hands caress my shoulders, my neck. They massage my back and ease away some of the tension. I take a deep breath and feel my body start to relax. Your and move to the small of my back. They massage my ass, my thighs, my calves, my feet. I felt you move to kneel between my legs and to massage my back more. It felt good. I didn't deny it. I took another deep breath and let you work. Your hands became a bit more forceful. I felt your nails lightly scratching my skin. I felt you lean over me. You kissed my neck and back. "No, Cher. Please?" I said, almost whining, "I just don't want to..." "That's funny," you said in a 'no-nonsense' tone. Your hands spread my ass cheeks to reveal my wetness there. "It sure looks like you 'want to' to me." I felt you insert a single finger inside my sex. I gasped and tensed immediately. "Tsk, tsk," you said mockingly and slapped my ass hard. "You have to relax, Cheré." Slowly you removed the finger. I heard sucking noises then and heard you speak again. "You taste so good." I tried to turn over to tell you to leave me alone but you held me down tight. "There now," you said mockingly, "Now just relax. Let me do all the work." My heart began to beat harder. A few more times you slapped my ass hard. You felt the heat rise from the skin there and hear you moan with delight. I felt you spread my ass cheeks as if to check on something while you ran your hands up down my body. You leaned over me and kissed my neck. I felt your hardness press against my ass. "Relax, Cheré. Just relax." Your hands reached down and spread my ass wider this time. I feel you at the entrance to my sex. I start to breath hard and tense again. I heard you whisper in my ear, "Relax, my love." I struggled to obey. Just as I got my breathing under control and my heart rate down, I felt you bite my neck hard and thrust yourself into me. I barely stifled the scream. You sucked on my neck where you bit me and thrusted yourself deeper inside me. I groan loudly at each thrust and nibble. "That's it, Cheré," I heard you whisper harshly, "That's it." Your hands gathered my body under you and pulled me up. You were on your knees now and you held my body against yours. Still licking and nibbling where you bit me, I felt your hands caress my nipples, my stomach my thighs. You held me to you closely as you arranged my legs. I knelt as well now, with you under me. One arm held me tight, wrapped just under my breast, the hand resting on my throat. The free arm went in the other direction. The forearm hugging my hip and the hand nestled in my pubic hair. "Yes, Cheré, yes.." I hear you whisper over and over. Slowly I felt your hand search out my pearl. The second your fingers touch it, I felt like I awakened from a dream. I gasped, moaned and bucked involuntarily. "Ooh! Oui, Cheré!" I heard you say. Again you touched my clit and I jumped. My eyes fluttered. I can't explain the jolt I felt. I felt you move under me again, as if you were settling down. I felt you get a tighter hold of me. I saw the hand the was touching my clit rise to my lips. The fingers crept over my lips. "Get them wet," I heard you say. I sucked and licked your fingers until you pulled them from my mouth with a moan. Your now wet fingers moved back to my crotch. I felt the fingers attack and massage my clit. The feeling was electric. I couldn't help myself. I bucked in your grip. You held on tight and thrust upwards in tandem with my bucking. Suddenly your fingers stopped moving and you held on to me tight. I moaned in frustration and growled. I heard you laugh and felt you nibbled my sore neck. "Now now," you chided, "You were working way to hard there. Here, let me do the work Cheré." You let me go and leaned me forward. You placed my hands on our headboard. I felt you disengage from me. You crouched behind me my both hands pushing down on the small of my back. "That's it, Cheré. Give it all to me, love," you said hoarsely. I hung on as you entered me again. I felt you deeper inside me than before. I tried to control my breathing. I tried to hide my tensing shoulders. I felt you lean over and mold your body to mine. You wrapped your arms around me again in the same positions. "Do. Not. Move," you ordered me in a stern voice. "Don't thrust. Don't grind your fine hips. Don't squeeze that hot ass. Just let me fuck that sweet pussy. The only thing I want you to do is come. Understand?" I nodded and trembled. Your attack began slow. Your breaths were slow but hard. The touch of your skin on mine drove me wild. I wanted to move with you so badly. You started to thrust harder. Your fingers on my clit danced. I felt the orgasm building. I started to moan with every hot thrust of your cock inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut and held on to the headboard with all my might. Soon your cock slammed into me. I felt your pubic hair brush against my ass as my breasts jiggled. I held back nothing from you. I was content to let you fuck me and drive me wild all night. Without warning, we both felt my pussy quiver. You redoubled your efforts. Your fingers rubbed my clit in all the right places. You cock slammed deep inside me right on the sweet spot. You knew exactly what you were doing. Before I knew it, I arched my back eve more - giving you more access to my crotch. Our sweat mingled on our moving bodies. I felt your breath on the unwounded side of my neck. "Come on my cock Cheré! Let your sweet tight pussy come on my cock!" you groaned. I screamed your name over and over. The orgasm ripped through my body. You bit down on the unwounded side of my neck. That made me come even harder. I heard you shout out as well. I knew you were coming. You grabbed on to my hips and put your full weight into every thrust. It felt so good that tears flowed from my eyes. I felt you sink down to your knees behind me. You pulled my body onto yours and hold me gently. I felt you grind your still hard cock into me and caress my nipples. You kiss my love bites and whisper "I love you so much Cheré." "I love you too, Cher," I whispered. You held me close to you and put me down in our bed. Still inside me, you thrusted gently, awaking smaller orgasms in my sex until your hardness faded. I snuggled against you wanting to stay close to you. You gently kissed my wounded neck and apologized for hurting me. I just sighed and closed my eyes. You offered to get me something, anything, to break the silence. "I am kind of hungry," I offered, "What was for dinner?" Fifteen Hours "Oh, I see where this is heading." "Exactly. To cut a long story short, our marriage went downhill fast. Maybe she had no intention to keep it alive and I sometimes suspect she even actively wanted to end it. To be honest, I don't have a clue what she's thinking, never really had. Anyway, I caught her with another man. Maybe she wanted me to catch her, I have no idea. Of course, I immediately filed for divorce. I believe that she had to accept the prenup against her will and relented only because of the death clause. Maybe this was the way she intended to get my money from the beginning. Well, after I've filed for divorce I'm sure she was tight on money. The divorce was granted six months ago. And three days ago my lawyer advised me to pay her the small amount she was entitled to. That was probably a big mistake. Because she obviously used it to hire these gentlemen to end my life. They need to kill me within - let's see - 14 hours. If they do, my money will be hers. If they don't she will have almost nothing. Maybe she needed the divorce because during our marriage she never had the lump sum to hire such guys. Only the one-time payment at the end enabled her to do that." "Wow, quite a story." "Yes, and I hope it won't turn out to be a short story." "So do I. Because the end of yours would be also the end of mine." Uh, this is going into the wrong direction. "So what's your story?" "Oh, that's a sad one. You really want to hear it?" "Well, it can't be worse than mine." "Oh, it can. The short version - my father died when I was fourteen, my stepfather was an alcoholic that beat me and raped me as soon as I turned sixteen. Shortly afterwards he sold me to this slaver ring and I ended up here, unable to escape. Waiting for my savior." She looks very sad. I'm stunned. "Really? That sort of stuff happens? That's terrible, Mia." "Josh, you're a nice guy. But you're totally gullible. I really don't know if I can let you go out there without guidance again. You won't stand a chance against the next evil bitch. You're just too nice. And what's the sense in saving you today if you're too naive to survive on your own afterwards." "What?" I don't understand a thing. "Josh, you believed that crap?" She actually starts to laugh, but tries to do it silently. "I was brought up quite sheltered and had very good grades at school. But after high school I was just too lazy for a real 8 to 5 job. The thought depressed me. So due to default of a wealthy knight in shining armor I decided to pursue the reputable profession of prostitution. It seemed to be the easiest way." "Oh." I have to grin now. "You wicked bitch." She punches me lightly in the arm in retaliation and we both have problems to keep our laughter silent. She obviously has the same dry humor and laconic way that has earned me the "cold fish" label from my ex. But the way Sally meant this was far from the truth. I'm actually a quite emotional guy. I just don't want to run around with my hands holding my head, screaming. If I'm in trouble, I get calm and rational. And I try to see every situation in a humorous way. Mia seems to be the same, which probably is the reason we get along that well. "But why are you doing it here?" "I quickly learned that I don't like pimps. They don't provide much protection, they just provide trouble, violence, dumbness and disappearing money. Here we girls can work without that burden." "I see. But what about intimacy and love? And you still interested in such stuff?" "Oh yes. I'm quite a book-worm and I read a lot of romance novels. I still dream of this stuff. What I do here is completely separated from this. Believe it or not, I have never made love to a man in my whole life. I'm still some kind of virgin." "You're kidding me again?" "No. Seriously. I've had vaginal penetration thousands of times. And I've sucked dicks equally often. But I think I never really had sex. Much less made love. I just provide two openings for rubber-clad cocks. I've never had an orgasm in my whole life. I've never had any kind of pleasant emotion while I did my job. I've never touched a dick without a condom. So yes, making love and loving someone is still quite high on my agenda. The problem is that I just don't meet any nice men. The guys coming here are mostly the ones that don't get any good pussy any other way. They are the sediment of the male population. Halfway attractive or nice men don't come here, they don't have to pay for such a half-hearted service. We are not really in the luxury segment of our business, you know? The problem is just to remind myself that there have to be decent men out there. And that I just don't get to see them here." "Never?" I smile and wink. "Well, rarely." She also smiles. "So you're unhappy with your current situation?" "Yes. But not desperately so. But I surely need to change something soon. But as easy as it is to get into this, as hard it is to get out. I hardly have any qualification for a normal job, have I?" I just nod and decide that this gets quite serious and I do what I always do in such situations - I change the subject. "So do you think we can hide here for 14 hours?" "We might if sheriff Clarkson and his deputy will come to see Clara and Becky. If we're lucky, they will arrive shortly. The girls will probably tell them something is wrong. But I have no idea what they will do about it." "Okay, let's wait and see." "Josh, I will have to switch on my light soon. If one of the girls doesn't accept customers for a long time, the men hunting you will be wary." "You're right. Is that a problem for you?" "Not at all. It's just my job. But maybe it is for you?" Well, it might be, come to think about it. I like her. A lot, actually. But I surely won't admit that now. Mia is already in more than enough trouble because of me, no need to complicate her life further. "I think it's necessary, ain't it?" "You won't like it, right? And not only because you will have to wait in the wardrobe for the duration?" "Yes, I think that won't be the main problem. I like you. And I won't like to hear you doing your job." Okay, time for a little honesty. "It will be hard for me too. I also like you and I'm afraid that I will be ashamed for the first time for my job. And I'm afraid that you will like me a lot less afterwards." "I don't think so." Although I'm not too sure about it. I honestly don't know how I'm going to react. I've never been in such a situation. I doubt that many men have been. "And we don't have much choice anyway, have we?" "Yes, sadly." "Let's get over with it." "Okay. You don't have to go into the hideout. You can as well stay in the wardrobe. If you prefer to sit in between my clothes." "That doesn't sound too bad." And during the next few hours I learn a lot. First, I'm indeed getting jealous upon hearing some guys fucking Mia. Why am I reacting that way? I have plenty of time to think about it. Because I like her as a friend and I can't stand to listen to her abuse? No, she isn't abused in any way, she's very relaxed and friendly with her customers. No emotions, but a sovereign way to handle the situation. The reason is that I like her, but not only as a friend. I'm just plain jealous. Second, booking a girl like Mia is surprisingly mundane. The talk sounds like everyday talk. Yeah, it's too hot for this time of the year. Have you seen the fuel price? John and Marsha are finally going to marry. Peggy is pregnant again. No sexy talk at all. Even when I jerk off, I'm usually in a more romantic mood. Third, I really enjoy sitting in between her clothes and smelling her fragrance. I like smelling her. And I think that is telling me a lot about my feelings for her. I between her customers I can leave the wardrobe. But I don't want to be tactless by using the situation to see her in her non-existent "work-clothes". That would be tactless. Well, I'd sure like to full inspect her nude body. But somehow it doesn't seem right, so I keep my eyes on her face or somewhere else. She notices my problems, smiles a little and puts on a robe. After three hours and just as many johns, the situation changes. "Oh, oh. The sheriff and two of his colleagues have arrived." Mia peeks out of the window while I have to stay hidden. "They go towards Clara's, Becky's and Andrea's trailers. Now things will get interesting." She continues to watch the scene unfolding. "They come out again. All three. All of them have their guns out. They are talking. Deputy Andrews goes to the squad car. Now the shit's going to hit the fan. If the killers decide to shoot them, they will have to kill us all. But that's risky. You don't just kill three cops. Even as a hard-boiled pro. Especially as a hard-boiled pro. Too much risk for one job." "You know what you're talking about?" "I've seen a lot of shit. But not as closely as today, luckily. Boy, you owe me big time if we get out of here alive." "I do, doubtless." "I'm going to hold you to that, rest assured. Now go into the wardrobe. No, better into the hideout. We won't know what's going to happen." "Okay. 10 more hours. Shit." "We need to get through this." She looks me directly into the eyes while saying this. I feel a tingling sensation in my tummy. "Yes. We do. Thank you." "Thank me later. Now go. We have to hide you." "Do you think I should just run towards the cops?" "No, I think they might just shoot you from a distance. They probably have rifles. Too risky." "You're right. So I better hide." This solution would have been her easy way out. She has again decided to risk her life to save mine. I feel a little guilty again, but also very pleased. While I'm hiding in the less nice smelling hideout again, I can hear Mia servicing two more customers. I doze off a little before I'm informed by her that she'll switch off her lamp now to get some sleep. If I needed anything. And that the sheriff has obviously decided to leave a squad car with two officers to protect his favorite whore Clara. "These two guys won't stand a chance against these pros while they eat donuts in their squad car." "Right, Josh. But there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just hope they won't risk anything. I doubt these guys will want to kill eighteen people, including two cops, for the price of one. Too risky." "I agree. I just hope we're right. I'd like to pee before you fall asleep." She laughs. "Sure, go ahead. And better take some sleeping pills. It will be a long night in there otherwise." "Good idea." xx I wake up when the hideaway is opened at some time in the night. Mia stands in front of me with her long blond hair open and freshly washed, wearing just a long T-shirt and a smile. She looks breathtakingly beautiful. The reason is that the ridiculous whore make-up is gone. "Mia, you're stunning." "My, thank you. You, in contrast, look like shit." We both laugh. "What time is it?" "Eleven-thirty. Thirty minutes to go. Both cops are still alive." "Have you slept well?" "What? You're a weird guy. Not that much, honestly. I had to watch over you. What do you think?" "You're a weird woman." "I know." We both smile. "I really like to spend time with you, Mia." Surprisingly, she tears up, turns away and then closes the hideaway. Well, she's a woman. They're born to be unpredictable. "At midnight it's over, right?" "Yes, then I will be officially divorced." We're talking through the thin wall. "Okay. Wait, the cops are leaving. I have to stop them." I hear her rushing out. After a while she comes back in, rummages around a little and walks out again. Shortly afterwards I hear heavier steps in the trailer. Someone is searching it again. One of the killers, obviously. I hold my breath, literally. "Hey, what are you doing in here?" I hear an assertive male voice. "I'm just looking for a little fun. But the lady seems to be not at home," a male voice answers. "Get out of here. At once. Hands behind your neck. Stand over there. Don't move." ... "You have a permission for that gun?" "Sure." "It has been used recently." "I've shot a little for fun in the woods." "Okay. That seems a little strange, doesn't it? You shoot a little and then you visit a prostitute at midnight?" "Well, why not?" Midnight? I try to read my watch, but it's impossible. "Actually, it's five past twelve, officer." That's Mia's voice. Good girl. We've made it. I push the board outwards and leave my hiding place. The officer and the killer look at me surprised as I enter Mia's small living room. "And who are you?" "I'm the guy this man is looking for. I'm the one that someone tried to shoot yesterday. They had to kill me until midnight and it seems that they've failed." "Shit!" the killer exclaims and looks at his watch. Well, maybe they're not THAT professional after all. "DOWN!" The officer throws him to the ground. "I said don't move." He cuffs him quickly. "There is another one of those around," Mia says. She's the one for practical thinking, I realize. I'm useless with this, compared to her. "DAN! Watch out! We might have a problem," the officer shouts. "Don't move," we hear from outside! xx The following time is quite hectic. The officers are very nervous and insist that I accompany them to the station. I can't even say goodbye properly. Mia looks very sad as she watches me get into one of the squad cars. She tries to smile bravely and waves her hand a little. Afterwards she rushes into her trailer. Does she expect never to see me again? Nothing I can do about that right now. The squad car is already leaving the place. xx I decide not to file charges against anyone. I don't want to live in fear until I can testify in some trial. I don't want to change my identity in some witness protection program. Hell, I haven't even seen the face of anyone actually shooting at me. It could have been one of the two guys in the trailer park or anybody else. The trial would end with nothing. It just isn't worth it. I don't even mention my damaged car. It would just be confiscated as an evidence. And I'm far from home, I need it. For far more important things than some fruitless war against the guys my lovely ex has hired. The chance that they rat her out is minimal anyway because they are in no real danger to be convicted. And I'm absolutely not interested in these guys. So I have to accept that I enable these guys just to walk out of the police station together with me. One of them even congratulates me on surviving this. "I wouldn't have bet on it. You're a damn good driver and a quick runner. Well done." Weird. What does he expect? That I give him a high five? That I regard this as some kind of sporting competition? I think it's a little more personal than that. "Have you been hired by a man or a woman?" "Buddy, we never talk about such things. But women surely can be evil bitches. Generally speaking, you know?" He grins and walks away. That's all I need to know. So my lovely ex has hired them personally, not her lover. I've been able to recharge my phone at the police station, call a tow truck and pick up my car with the mechanic. xx Two days later I have just left my hotel room after having picked up my repaired car earlier. My car is like new again - even the bird-shit is gone - and I'm enjoying just sitting in it. I have somehow bonded with this car. I mean, so far it's the only car I have ever survived a potentially deadly car chase in. And I hope it will remain the only one. I don't think I will ever sell it. I start the engine but let the car idle for a while. I enjoy the air conditioning and I have the feeling that this is a big moment in my life. One of the big forks in the road. But one of the paths seems dark and unappealing. It represents the life as a bachelor I had decided to live after my failed marriage. The other is well lit. Colored, blinking arrows are pointing towards it. A big hand is beckoning me towards it. And it is labeled "MIA", in big, illuminated letters. So I finally engage a gear and drive towards the trailer park. What will I find there? Will she even still be there? Will she want to come with me, into an unknown future? She seemed quite comfortable there. Her current profession bothers me surprisingly little. Well, only one way to find out, right? xx My car finally rolls into the trailer park. I had some difficulties to find it, despite the description one of the officers gave me. And to be honest, I'm a little nervous. A lot depends on what will follow now. This time most of the women seem to be outside. They all sit on some kind of porch and seem to surround one person. I exit the car and slowly walk towards the group, expecting Mia to be a part of this gathering. To my surprise, she's the one in the middle. And to add to my surprise, they all seem to console her. Coming nearer, I see that she seems to be sobbing like a baby and that the others try to comfort her. One of them sees me, gets up and approaches me. "Sorry, man. We're closed today. Please come back tomorrow." I'm surprised how empathic these women are. They lose one day's income to help a colleague in trouble. "No, I'm not a customer. I'm here to see Mia. And nobody's going to stop me." "You're Josh?" "Right." "You asshole. You better get to her quick. That girl is destroyed." But she smiles benevolently. Mia is currently sitting there with her elbows on her knees and her face buried in her hands. Spasms rack through her. Two of her colleagues are consoling her. She hasn't even noticed me. Wow, she really has it bad for me, it seems. But instead of feeling sorry, I feel elated. Many of my doubts are already history. I'm glad because I have it equally bad for her. "Mia?" Her head snaps upwards, she briefly just stares at me unbelieving before jumping up and running towards me. She literally jumps into my arms and we hug each other fiercely. And - finally - we kiss for the first time. It's as magical as I've expected it to be. Although it's still a little frantic. We will certainly calm down a little over the decades. "Why have you come?" She finally has composed herself enough to utter a rational question. "Well, what do you think? I've come to get you, of course." "Get me? What does that mean?" Her tone is still very tentative and unsure. "Take you with me. That's what that means." "Josh, I'd love to. But I'm a whore. Countless guys have used my body for years." "It doesn't seem to be damaged." "It isn't. But do you think you could love me nonetheless?" "Yes, I already do. But of course, I expect you to quit your job." Suddenly she's laughing openly. I hear it for the first time and it seems just magical. I could love her just for this moment. For how she looks and sounds when she's laughing like this. "Consider it done. Anything else?" "Yes, you need new clothes. And a different styling. It's not a must, but I would be really happy." "No problem. This is just my whore's look. I'd really like to get rid of it." "Good. That's it for me. Anything you want to have?" "Apart from you? No. But Josh, how is this going to work?" "Well, you pack your stuff into my car and I just take you away from here." "What? Now? ... Well, you're probably right. Why wait? But how is it going to work later? You certainly have a family, friends, colleagues. None of them will be pleased to hear that you've brought home a whore." "Ex-whore, okay?" I ask this good-humoredly, but she nods very sincerely. "Well, I don't have much family. I have some friends. Quite a lot, actually. But I won't tell anyone that you've been a prostitute. If you want to, you're welcome. I will still stand by you. It's your choice." Fifteen Hours "You're right, Mia. He's just perfect. I envy you so much. Don't let him get away. Pack your clothes and off you go, girl," one of her ex-colleagues says. "She's right, Mia. Please come with me. Trust me." She looks at me pensively. "Yes. It's a fait accompli anyway. I don't even know why I'm hesitating. I have dreamed that you'd come back... That you'd take me away... But I haven't really dared to believe it." Suddenly her mood changes. She has made up her mind. "Okay, let's pack my stuff. I'll pack it into bags, you'll carry them to your car. The trailer is leased anyway. I'll miss the girls though. Promise me that we can visit them from time to time. Just take me away, I trust you completely. Oh my god, I'm babbling nonsense, am I?" "Yes, you're babbling, but no nonsense. Let's get your stuff." "Yes, sir," she laughs. She vanishes into her trailer while I fold down the rear seats of my car and make room for her stuff. She re-appears as a completely different woman. Decent clothes, light and tastefully applied make-up. "Wow, mouth-watering." "You like?" She smiles big time. Then she disappears again to pack her stuff. I decide to follow her to help her, but am almost kicked out again quickly. While try to solve the puzzle how to stuff her belongings into my car, she's busy with tearfully parting from her friends. After I've solved it, I patiently wait for her to finish. Finally, one of the women approaches me, followed by the others. As expected, I have to promise to take good care of her, or they'll come after me. I endure it good-humoredly. It turns out that Mia does not own a car, but all women share an old clunker. So all of her belongings are already in mine. Finally, after a felt eternity, she enters it. "Sorry that it took so long... oh my... now that's what I call a nice car." "You like it, honey?" "Honey?" And she bends over to me and kisses me wildly. "Now, where exactly are we heading? Where am I going to live?" She smiles sweetly at me, full of trust and anticipation. It's contagious. "Austin, Texas." "Oh, sounds nice. How long is it gonna take to get there?" "A few hours. Not too bad." "Ah, Josh. You're sure about this? This is the last chance to call this thing off." "Are you crazy? You belong to me. I won't let you rot in this trailer. You don't belong here. You're coming with me. You're going to live in my house. And even if it doesn't work out between us, I will help you to get your life on track." "Oh, it isn't right now?" "It is?" "No. Not really." She looks coyly. "Right. But anyway, let's think about this later. Right now, we're just re-starting both of our lives." "Okay. Let's not talk about anything too serious. I think we both need to leave our past behind." "Deal. Let's just enjoy our journey." And it turns out that driving with her is far less boring that driving alone. Actually, I'm enjoying it a lot. xx A few hours later we turn into my driveway and Mia looks incredulously. "You're kidding me, aren't you?" My big, modern, mansion-like house comes into view and she gasps in shock. "Josh," she says in a mock-scolding way! "Is there something you've somehow missed to mention? This surely isn't your house, right?" "Um, well... it might be," I answer in a mock-shy way, trying to act contrite. "Oh my. So that's why she tried to have you killed. It sure can be dangerous to be that rich." "Oh yeah. At least being rich and gullible is a dangerous combination." "So, who's the woman sitting on your front porch?" "No! That can't be... I can't believe it... She really has the audacity... I... Wow." "Great. This is going to be fun. I can officially take you away from her." As we walk towards my "lovely" ex-wife, I realize that I'm very glad I have Mia at my side as support. And to rub it into Sally's nose. This is just perfect, come to think about it. I have not only survived her attempt to have me killed, I also return with a woman far more beautiful than her in my arm. Sally is certainly not ugly. She has long, black, straight hair. She has a pretty face. And she is always dressed and styled to the hilt. This undoubtedly gives a woman a certain appeal. But Mia is just a natural beauty. Sally can't compete with this. Mia's face is in a different league. And without really having seen her naked, I have the impression that her body would qualify as a centerfold any time. Sally is thin and well trained. She really has made the best of what she has. But Mia is simply more attractive, even without any styling. Not that all of this matters too much. I want Mia around me and I don't want Sally. Even if Sally was the more beautiful one. It's just hard not to compare them right now. "Ah... Josh, honey, there you are. Finally. I don't know what to say. It's been so long. So much has gone wrong. Josh..." She continued to talk to my shoes. "We really need to talk. Honey, we belong together. But... well... we've made so many terrible mistakes." WE have made mistakes? I certainly don't remember many of mine. Trusting her has been one, that's for sure. Well, that's going to be interesting. I decide to remain silent. "Please, honey. I beg you, let's go inside and talk. You seem to have changed the locks." She even manages to appear tearful. Amazing acting accomplishment. "Sally, may I remind you that you don't live here for six months any more? You live with Terry, the guy you cheated on me with. We're divorced. Remember?" "Um... Josh... Josh..." She's wringing her hands. Her performance really lacks nothing. "Terry was just a bad mistake, darling. Please believe me, I love only you, always only you. I know that I've made many mistakes. I've put you through a lot of shit you didn't deserve. But please let me make it up to you. Please. I'll do everything you want. I'll be the best wife imaginable. Give me a chance. Josh... Ah... I'll even suck your cock." "Woooow. That's really great. Lucky me. You mean like you've sucked Terry's cock when I caught you? I would get the cock-sucking you have always denied me and that you gave your lover?" "Josh, honey... Please don't dwell on the past. I... I will be the best possible wife for you in the future. I... How shall I put it? I will be perfect for you." "Wife? You think we will marry again?" "Well... Sure, baby... I mean, if I can somehow do it. But Josh, I will take what I can get. I will gladly bear the children you always wanted to have. Josh, please, give me a second chance. I know that I've messed things terribly up." I think it's amazing that she manages to completely ignore Mia's presence. "Josh, you please have to believe me - I haven't seen Terry for months. I've immediately dumped him. I never wanted to hurt you." "Right. You've hired some guys to do that for you." Her facade crumbles for a brief moment. That might have cost her the Oscar. "What are you talking about?" "Ah, nothing. Never mind. So, let me sum this up. You marry me. You rarely give me sex. When you do, you keep it as boring as possible. As if you try not to attach to me emotionally. Then I have some suspicion, hire a P.I. The report states that you give a guy named Terry Richards a lot more sex in a vastly more varied way than me. Anal, swallowing, bondage, dom/sub games. Not that I fancy all of this stuff. Then I walk in on you while you suck his dick. You think that this is the right time to insult me in front of your lover as worthless in bed and a terrible lover. I kick you out. You seem to remember the prenup and realize that you've made a bad mistake. You attempt to re-conciliate, unsuccessfully. Then you remember the clause that you inherit everything if I die as long as we're still legally married. You wait until I give you your money and use it to hire professional killers. You only had a few hours to do this. Unfortunately I was already on my way to Florida so they couldn't do it here, at home. They had to do it on the highway, in broad daylight. Which is risky and sure enough they failed. But it was a close thing. The bullets missed me a few times by mere inches. Luckily this fine lady saved me by hiding me and endangering her own life. And she had no idea about my money. The most likely outcome would have been that I'm dead right now, Mia is dead and you are rich. But it turned out the other way. We're still alive and I'm still rich. You have almost nothing because I suspect the killers got most of your cash." Mia is smiling big time while Sally at least has the decency to look a little ashamed. But I'm not finished yet. "So I have a tough choice to make. Woman A is pretty, doesn't love me, wants me for my money only and has tried to have me killed. Woman B is a raving beauty, seems to love me regardless of my money and is loyal enough to save me by risking her own life. Wow, tough choice. Well, it might come as a surprise, but I choose B. Mia." Mia laughs openly now. Wow. Amazing. This certainly is the most alluring and captivating sight I've ever seen. "Mia, you're really beyond hot, you know?" And she just responds by hugging and kissing me deeply. Wow. I think this whole adventure might have been worth the risk. The reward for surviving it is staggering and I almost feel like I have to thank Sally for this. As we finally break our kiss, we see her slowly walking towards a shabby car. To my surprise, Mia talks to Sally's back now. "Sally, don't be too sad. You've had a good, luxurious life for a few years and by right you should be in jail now. I think you can be quite happy with this outcome." Sally turns around. "Yes, maybe you're right. I know that I've lost and that I'm still lucky how this has turned out. And to be honest, I'm glad that Josh is still alive. You know, I'm evil, but not that evil. Time for honesty. I never really loved you, Josh. But you're a good man, too good for me. Take good care of him, Mia. He's precious. And he's vulnerable. He's just a little too naive for this world." "I know. And I will. Thanks for fucking this up so thoroughly so I can have him. Try to be a better person, Sally." "I will. I wish you two all the best. This might surprise you, but I mean it." I can't bring myself to wish her the same, despite her quite surprising closing speech. I don't even bother to really think about this woman's motivation. I still don't understand her actions, but I think I can easily live with this. In silence, we watch her drive away. "You know, Mia. These are the moments we will remember for our whole life." "You mean when we will be sitting at our fireplace when we're grey and old?" "Exactly. It will be a great story to tell our grandchildren." "Haha, you bet. Grandpa the hero. Dodged the bullets, ran like hell, drove like a maniac." "No, grandma is the hero here. She heroically saved him. And we might have to alter the story a little regarding your profession." "Maybe... okay, now show me your house, please." "Oh, sure. Our house." Suddenly the whole situation seems so strange. Here I stand with a woman I barely know. I have kissed her, but I have never made love to her. Hell, I haven't even really seen her naked. And we both talk about growing old together as if it's a sure thing. Am I really to naive for this world? I decide to take things slow, just let them take their natural course. And there's not much to worry about, anyway. It's not like we're married. Or that she wants to kill me like other women tend to do. Meanwhile I've reached my front door, open it and gracefully bow while beckoning her in. "Please enter, my lady." "Thank you, kind sir. Oh my, Josh. This is fantastic. Oh my... Oh my..." And she starts to run around the house like a child. Looking at the deck and the pool in the garden through the big sliding glass doors, at the fireplace, at the big kitchen with the cooking island, at the main bathroom with the panoramic view into the garden and the big jacuzzi ("We're sooo going to have fun here!"), at the guest bedrooms and finally at the master bedroom. More than once she jumps around or squeals happily. "I'm really not sure if this measures up with my luxury trailer. I already miss the tasteless illumination, the damp winters, the total boredom and the smelly johns. What else can you throw in to convince me to stay here?" We're both grinning widely. Everything seems to be fun with her. This situation has the potential to be exceedingly awkward, but not with Mia. In mock-desperation I answer "Well, that's going to be tough. I only have that shitty old BMW clunker we barely got home with. It's already more than three weeks old, it's a miracle that it's still running. And there are only two other cars you can use and they aren't much better. Those even lack a proper roof and one has the motor at the back end." "Oh, oh. That doesn't sound good. At least you're honest with me." This is fun. "Well, we could escape this misery from time to time. Not more than maybe once or twice a month, though. And we would be limited to hotels almost as shabby as this place. And to make things worse, they would be in totally inconvenient places. Europe, for example. Or awfully hot areas like the Caribbean or Hawaii." "Boy, you're really digging your hole deeper here." "Maybe I could placate you with sex? Not more than a few times a day, though. Sorry." "Well, that's a shame. I have really expected a better life than this. Maybe you can convince me by showing me your body then. I need to see if it will be enough to make me forget the shitty living conditions awaiting me." I really have to try hard not to laugh out loud. But I manage to do it and mock-obediently pull off my shirt and look at her shyly. She gawks at my muscled upper body and is unable to keep her fake-arrogant behavior. She's silent for quite a while, seemingly lost in admiration. "Well," she almost whispers, "if that's all I can get, it will have to do, will it?" I laugh out loud now and just lift her up effortlessly and carry her towards my bedroom. She's giggling happily all the time. A few seconds later I can really appreciate her naked body for the first time. My, oh my. How in the name of all that's holy am I supposed to keep such a woman? I already know her beautiful face like the back of my hand. But her body is equally spectacular. She turns around, smiling, to let me inspect every detail. "You like?" "Seriously? You're a walking dream. These tits can't possibly be real, are they? They look too god be be true." "Well, they are. Thank you." I have already guessed that much, otherwise I would have avoided to mention it. "The nipple piercings look kinky. I think I would have voted against them if being questioned. But now that I see them, I have to admit that they look hot." "I have a cute chain to connect the rings. But we'll try that later, I don't want to start rummaging through my stuff now. But rest assured, we're going to have fun." "Oh, wow..." is all I can get out before she attacks me. And boy, does she have a lot of pent up sexual energy. What I experience has nothing to do with what she has done for her customers. She more or less shoves me onto the bed, caresses my legs and and starts to take the head of my dick into her mouth, looking into my eyes with an impish expression. Boy, does that look hot. To distract me a little and to keep me from finishing too quickly, I decide that 69 is the appropriate number right now. So I lift her up effortlessly ("Hey!") and place her on her back ("I'm not some kind of toy!"). I turn around ("Oh yeah, Mia, you are my toy. Like I'm yours."), position my cock above her head ("Okay.") and start to work on her pussy with my tongue. She reacts surprisingly strong and I have the strong impression that she has never experienced this before. But licking a woman is something I have perfected and I'm willing to drive her into oblivion. But she counters by sucking on my cock again, distracting me a little. And then it happens. She just continues to take more of my cock into her mouth all the time. I'm totally focused on the sensation and feel that my cock reaches the back of her mouth. She seems to swallow and then - unbelievably - takes even more of me inside her. I've never experienced anything like this. I feel the tightness of her throat and her muscles contracting. It's unbelievable. I've even forgotten to continue to lick her. And then the impossible happens - I feel my pubic bone resting on her mouth. Awesome. And a definite first for me. I come to my senses long enough to continue licking her, which leads to her removing my dick from her throat. She starts to pant heavily, which is a small mood breaker for me. I don't want her to suffer for my entertainment. To compensate for her efforts, I work on her clit lovingly and tenderly while stretching her lips a little with my fingers. This is a combination that drives many women nuts and Mia is no difference. She tenses up quickly and shakes violently. Her pussy gets extremely wet. Great. Without having finished myself, I get up, turn around and caress her face a little. "Oh, Josh. That was just marvelous." "Yes, for me too." "Okay, you can pick your hole now. You can have everything of me. Do what you want. For me this is virgin territory anyway. I've never had someone without a rubber and never had anything in my ass." I decide to omit anal sex for today. I think it's a little messy and cleaning my dick before continuing with any other sexual activity is always some kind of a mood breaker for me. So I decide to just enter her in missionary position. And it is the right choice. I can do it properly this way, bringing her to one climax after another by tenderly kissing her while carefully and slowly stimulating her clitoris with my cock and pubic bone. No sport fucking, most women don't fancy vaginal jackhammer stimulation anyway. She's fascinating to watch during her orgasms. I've never had a woman that could come that often. After a while I can't stand it any longer and have to increase the stroke to come to my own very nice and prolonged climax. Afterwards we lie in bed, happy and spent. "Josh, you'll never get rid of me again. This is the perfect dream for me. If needed, I'll use handcuffs or super-glue to keep you near me." "Not necessary..." "Oh, I have an idea. I've saved your life. You're my property anyway. Lucky me." She winks in a very very cute way. I'm happy. I think I've never been that happy in my whole life. Which is the reason why I'm currently smiling like some moron that has just been drawn from the woods with a crust of bread. And I don't mind in the least. I already know that I'm addicted to this woman. Just how can I keep her? She's so beautiful. She can have any man she fancies. "Josh?" "Yeah?" "Josh, that was fantastic. My first love-making. And it was better than I've hoped for. Way better. And you know the reason for that?" "Yes." "You love me. I feel it. And I love you." "Yes." I know. Nothing else matters. Will she run off if I propose her right now? I'm afraid that might scare her off. She's always been totally independent, that's why she has chosen to work in these shitty surroundings. I think it might be the best if I give her time to get used to being attached to someone. "Josh, you're a single for quite a long time now. A couple of days, actually. Which is longer than a man with your qualities should be. If you proposed me, you might have an outside chance that I agree." My head jerks around towards her. She smiles so cute again and I'm unsure if she's been serious with this. "Really, Mia? Oh my god..." "But Josh, I'm no gold-digger. I don't want to be seen that way. I don't even want the shadow of a doubt about it. So I hope you still have this old prenup." Fifteen Hours "What? Yeah, I have it. But I'm afraid I've forgotten to take the address of these killers. You would have to hire your own ones. They weren't that successful anyway." "Asshole," she says laughing and punches me lightly in the side. "It seems I will have to take care about that myself if you keep being like this. I choose an overdose of sex as your execution method." We both just smile and cuddle for a while. "I think we should buy you a ring tomorrow," I say after a few minutes of silence. "Damn right." But she's laughing a little. She's obviously unsure about the sincerity of my plan. That's the problem if you're joking around all the time. You never know when things suddenly become serious. "Seriously." "What? Josh... I'm just kidding... I mean... Josh..." "I'm not." "Oh, Josh. You're serious. Thank you. YES. Just in case you've just proposed me. YES. Yes..." She suddenly starts to tear up and hugs me viciously. "Oh, I think I did. Great. Thanks for accepting." I kiss her deeply. "What did you thank me for?" "For being you. For taking me. For choosing me to let me save you." She's smiling again. She's great. She changes her mood like a child, nothing serious lingers too long. "Gladly." "Okay, my fiancée, where do we get my ring? And just to make that clear - I'm just as happy with a can tab ring." "Place Vendome." "What? Where's that? Never heard of that." "Oh, they have the best can tab rings there, my sweet fiancée." "Woooow, thank you, Josh. You really seem to be serious." "I am. Expect me on my knee as soon as we've bought a ring." She has already taken my iPad and googles "Place Vendome". "Nooooooooo. Whooooohooooo...Paris..." And with that she hugs me so fiercely I have trouble to breathe. Nonetheless, I never want her to stop again. Some things are just more important than breathing.