The Trackers Soulmate

The click of my heels was the only sound in the hallway as someone was pulling me toward one of the VIP rooms. My whole body hurts and the heels are not helping. Thank God, at least we got away from the loud music. If I stayed there another minute, I think my ears would start to bleed. My head still feels dizzy from all the dancing and drinking, and all I want to do is sleep, but I can't do it. The owner will beat the crap out of me if he gets even one complaint from his customers.

The man in front of me started to unlock the door and drag me inside, using his arms to cage me to the wall as he closed the door with his foot. He started attacking my neck with kisses while whispering the "dirty things" he was going to do to me. I feel my stomach turn with every word he says, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I pretended to moan in pleasure as he smirked and sucked bits of my flesh harder, his hand coming to my breast, taking a fistful of it.

Thank God I drank too much to make this night go by quickly. I pretended another moan while his hand came between my legs and his fingers pinched my clit. If only he knew that every fiber of my being was dead and that I didn't feel anything. He starts to slide a finger in and lets out a groan, but I don't feel anything. It's like my vagina has retired and all I could do was pretend. He removes his hand from my legs and licks his finger, moaning. Yes, I will vomit. His erection is getting bigger and I bring my hand up to cause some friction, hoping he cums so he doesn't do anything to me. I don't want to do this.

His hand comes to the straps of my short, tight black dress and starts to slide the straps off me completely. The dress falls to the floor and he drags me to the bed, laying me down and coming on top of me. He tries to kiss my lips, but I turn my head to the side, causing him to kiss my cheek and slowly kiss his way to my breasts. Every kiss feels like poison, and I try to hold back my tears as he goes to my breasts and bites the nipple through the thin material of the bra. His cock is now in his hand as he slowly strokes it. He starts to guide his tip to my cunt and slowly lets out another moan. I let out a small cry and prayed that this would be over soon.

He started pounding fast, and I let out a moan here and there. His hand was tight around my neck as he continued his movement, and I felt a few tears coming from my eyes. "God, you are so tight." He says moving faster. God, please make it over soon. Hi turns me over on all fours and starts pounding again. I put my head on the pillow to muffle my sobs.

"Release," he says, but I am so lost in my thoughts that I cannot hear him. His hand tightens more around my neck, cutting my air supply as I hear him growl. "I said, release you, little slut." When it comes to fake orgasms, I'm the best at it. I've faked enough orgasms to last a lifetime. One more thrust and he groaned in pleasure. He pulled away from me and lay on the other side of the bed.

I slowly got out of bed and I could have sworn I heard him snoring. I gathered my bra and dress and tried to straighten my messy curls. I opened the door slowly and got out, closing it carefully. My legs were shaking from the torture, but I tried to keep a straight posture and pretended the pain wasn't even there. I put on my bra and dress and headed downstairs to the party.

''Hey, Iris. Here is your money for today.'' Eva says and hands me the one hundred dollar bill. 

''But we agreed on five hundred,'' I reply. 

''The boss is in no mood so just take the money and leave. You don't want to argue with him today. Believe me.'' I continued walking to the exit stucking the one hundred bill on my bra. 

Heels in one hand as I reach into my bag to light a cigarette. I look at the time. Almost 1 am. I started leaving the club with the cigarette between my lips as I walked home. All this has become a routine, and at this point, nothing makes me feel anything. Not words, not actions. I am just a worthless human being used to please others.