The bass from the speakers blared as I deep throated some random guy I just met at the party. I moaned when he grabbed my hair and thrust into my mouth. I knew he was enjoying this by the way he threw his head back and closed his eyes. His mouth formed into an 'o' shape as he groaned and fucked my mouth. I was doing one hell of a job, I was a professional at this type of shit.
"Fuck," he groaned. I could tell he was getting close, so I continued to do what I did best until I felt his warm cum slide down my throat slowly. I drew back from his dick, licking my lips seductively while I looked at him in the eyes. His smirk on his face confirmed that I pleased him very well.
"Could I get your number? Maybe we could do this again?" I couldn't help but chuckle to myself because I knew that would never happen.
-"No," I fixed my dress by pulling it down a little once I stood up from the floor. I stumbled a bit from all the previous drinks I had when I first got here. A strong hand grabbed my arm before I could get to the door. Pulling my hand away, I turned to the guy who I would probably never see again after this.
"What do you mean no?"I sighed.
"I don't want to suck your dick again, so no, you cannot have my number because this was a one-time thing." The boy stood there in shock for a few seconds. When he was finally able to process my answer, he shook his head and laughed.
"Whore," he said.
"I know," I walked out of the room without another word I've already heard it all before. Vera is nothing but a slut, Vera sleeps with everyone and Vera fucks for money. I stopped caring what people thought about me for a long time. I am who I am, and I wasn't going to change because it made people uncomfortable.
After taking a few more shots of vodka, I decided it was time to call it a night. This party was super lame, and there are barely any hot guys for me to play with, so it was time to go. I finally made it to the front door, but a slap on my ass made me turn around.
"Hey, slut." I looked up at the boy that I despised for many years. The stupid grin on his face made me want to smack it right off.
"You don't have anything to say? What's wrong, slut?" I looked away from the dark brown eyes when he grabbed my arm. I couldn't say anything to him. I hated him, but I feared him more.
"I don't want you here anymore, so get the fuck out."I had no choice but to nod. I turned away from him when he let go of my arm, then walked out of the house.
How could I be so tough yet so weak? He was the only one that could make me that way. If it was anyone else, I would have told them to fuck off, but him, he knew what to do to me.
I got home around three in the morning. I walked all the way home without my heels because my feet were killing me. It was a regular night for me. I was always out no matter what day and time it was. I would rather be out somewhere than stay in this hell hole.
I set my heels on the broken floor. I walked over to the mattress on the floor and sat down. My life was so fucked up. My mother decided to kick me out after her new husband tried to fuck me. I was forced to move in with my aunt that was a drug addict. This was barely a house. I got more cuts on my feet walking in this house barefoot than outside.
"I hate this life." I could hear my aunt laughing along with other men. Different people were running in and out of this house. I fucking hated it.
As much as I hated school, I had to go. Not because I wanted to get good grades and go away to college, but it was an escape from this house.
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"I want you to bend over my desk and spread your legs." I nodded, walking over to his desk. "Yes, Daddy." "Good girl." I spread my legs and stood there, waiting for his next move. "Pretty little, Vera." I flinced when I felt his finger on my bac...