When A Woman Hustles

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

"Wake up, your home."
Reese felt a hand brush across her shoulder causing her to jolt up, waking her up out a deep sleep that she fell into literally in minutes. She sat up, the leather seats sticking to the warmth of her skin as she fumbled for her purse which had fell to her feet during the ride. She lightly stretched, thankful she had made it home safely without having to come out of pocket. She looked over in the driver's seat.
"Thank you for the ride. And for giving me a ride all this week." She reached for the door handle preparing to exit the car. She was tired and really not in the mood for chit chat. "I'm going to give you some gas money when I get my paycheck." Reese looked over at him as he sat in the driver's seat which was slightly laid back. She stared at the man sitting across from her, wondering what he was going to say next. She couldn't help but think how she ended up in this situation with him. It's amazing how fast things change and how quick the tables can turn. He smirked while rubbing his finger around the trimmed edges of his mustache. He looked over while licking her lips, which made her stomach twist into knots. "I don't know why you keep playing with me like I'm not a man Clareese." He used her full name which he knew she hated. "When do I ever ask you for gas money? Why you got to play like that?"
Reese wanted to roll her eyes and tell him to get the fuck over himself, but instead she smiled a half smile while attempting to open the passenger door. "Have a good day Levi." She was not very enthusiastic saying his name, because deep down inside she was sick of calling on him when she needed something. They had been dating on and off for almost 2 years now. In the beginning, she was completely smitten by his 6'5 tall frame and dark full luscious lips. When she first met Levi at an event that she was catering, she mistook him for an athlete. His body build was amazing, his posture firm and solid with skin smooth as cocoa butter. Reese remembered the moment he approached her. She had been busy cleaning off a table in the back of the ballroom. The night was exquisite. Doctors, lawyers and young entrepreneurs filled the room, you could almost smell the money floating in the air. It was an elegant event. She remembered the moment she scurried across the dance floor, almost bumping into Levi with a tray of half eaten food and dirty dishes. She couldn't lie, physically he was every woman's dream. Reese had never been into tall men with big muscles, but he wore his figure well it looked damned good on him. That night wasn't a typical night. There were beautiful women everywhere in their long shimmery gowns and glistening jewelry pieces. Reese never thought in a million years he would pay any attention to her, the server. But he did. He showered her with compliments, making her feel self-conscious in her black and white two piece vest and pants. She went home with him that night. Never had Reese slept with a man on the first date, but something about Levi was different back then. She enjoyed every single moment fucking his brains out in his $300,000 beach condo. He made her feel as if she were wealthy even though she never had a lot of money. He made her feel important. But now two years later, it was a different story. Things slowly began to change the more he used money to get what he wanted from her. She poked her lip out, thinking how he gradually converted from treating her like a woman to coaxing her like a prostitute. Levi took advantage because he knew she was desperate for money and she despised him for that.
While sticking her leg outside of the open door, she felt the palm of his hand slide across her inner thigh, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up as he pulled her back into the car. "Where you going?" He asked while placing his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him so he could kiss on the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes as she felt his lips touching her skin, wanting nothing more than shrivel up and disappear. Her leg still stuck out the door as she he continued to tongue the side of her neck, his right hand massaging her left breast as she laid there less than enthusiastic. He opened his eyes and looked at her to see if she was enjoying it. Reese didn't want to boost his head up or make him think she was turned on. She poorly curved her lips into a smile which did not look very convincing.
"What's wrong baby?" Levi grabbed her hand while placing it on the center of his lap, his manhood hardening as he used her hand to massage himself. Reese turned her head, feeling disgusted. Every time she asked him to do something for her, he felt he had to have something in return. "I'm really, really tired Levi." She spoke under a whisper, hoping he would catch the hint and back off. She was curious to know how he had not noticed the drastic change in her demeanor every time he touched her. Once upon a time, Reese enjoyed each moment she spent in his manly embrace. The sex was wild and unpredictable. In the beginning, she didn't mind giving him some pussy every time he helped her out. Then, it was pleasure. Now, it felt more like sympathy sex. She never denied that he helped her out through some hard times and few financial situations. Ironically after two years have passed, Reese couldn't help but wish she didn't need him so she could cut all ties.