Queen

Chapter OneGetting into Trouble

"Does that feel good?"

I was laying in the passenger seat of a Mercedes-Maybach S600 with an Indian guy named Ali on top of me grinding his penis on my thigh.

"Yeah, that feels nice." Obviously, I was lying. I mean come on. How can he not tell that was my leg? Ali was roughly kissing on my neck and groping my ass. This wouldn't be so bad if he was actually doing something instead of dry humping the hell out of my leg. "That tickles." I shrieked as Ali traced his tongue across my boob.

"Oh, are you ticklish Queen?" he asked me looking down into my eyes. The funny thing is I almost caught feelings for Ali, but I had to destroy them really quick. Ali and I met on an app called Whisper. I was feeling lonely and vulnerable one night and just wanted someone to hold me. I turned to Whisper because no one in the stupid town I live in was really my type.

Ali was one of the only non-creepy guys to answer my Whisper. We started talking and he was very sweet. We didn't meet up that night though because it was impossible for me to sneak out. It was three in the morning and my parents were still up. So, we thought it would be best to meet up when I was able to get away from the house.

I was working today when Ali surprised me at my job. I was with a customer when he just walked in. I knew it was him just by looking. When I spotted him, I couldn't stop the smile from making its way onto my face. I was jittery and nervous as he watched me deal with all the customers that came out of nowhere. Ali stood there watching me for a good twenty minutes as I tried to hurry and get rid of them all. I laid my head on the cash register in relief that there weren't any more people waiting to be checked out.

"Queen?" The smile reappeared on my lips as I lifted my head. Ali was wearing a green t-shirt and black pants. 'Really, pants in this heat?' I thought but pushed that to the back of my mind.

"Ali, what are you doing here?" I asked already knowing the answer. He wanted to see me.

"Well you know, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by to finally meet you face to face."

"You were in the neighborhood. Ali, you live an hour away. You weren't just in the neighborhood." I started to play with my hair like I usually do when I'm nervous. Ali laughed and shoved his hands into his pocket.

"Ok fine. I came to see you. I just really wanted to meet you in person." Smiling I leaned on the cash register.

"I really wanted to meet you too." I let him know.

"What time do you get off? Maybe I can come back and we can hang out. Maybe even cuddle."

I checked the time to see how long I had until I got to clock out. I started at five and it was only six-thirty.

"I don 't get off till ten," I said sighing knowing it was gonna be a long night.

"Well, what's your address? I'll pick you up when you get home."

"No. You can't I'll just have you meet me somewhere."

"You don't want me to know where you live?" he questioned me.

"It's not that. it's just that my parents are really strict. The last thing I need is for them to ask questions about how we met."

"I understand that."

That's how I ended up in this situation. I'm in a very uncomfortable position. Ali's grinding didn't help much either. The top of his jeans kept rubbing against my navel piercing I just got not too long ago. No doubt it was getting irritated.

"You ready for me to fuck you really good and have you scream and call me daddy?"

"I was ready for you to fuck me fifteen minutes ago," I thought and rolled my eyes.

"ye ...yes, "I say pushing out a noticeably fake moan. Ali moved my shorts to the side some and inserted his fingers inside of me. As if I wasn't already uncomfortable. This made it so much worse.

"Mmm, your pussy is so warm and tight."

Well, no shit it's tight. I'm uncomfortable as hell. If I was more comfortable it'd probably be wet and a little looser. Instead of telling him that, I just laughed at his little comment.

We stayed like this for another twenty minutes before he jizzed in his pants. He laid on top of me breathing heavy and sweating. I don't know why he's sweating when he didn't put work in at all. Ali climbs back over to the driver's seat and turned the car on. He rolled down the windows and turned to me and smiled.

"So, that was fun," he said laughing and rubbing my leg. I just nodded as I put my shirt and hoodie back on. "We should probably get going. I have a job interview tomorrow at ten and I don't want to keep you out any later."

Is he serious right now? What happened to the "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" Lord, please don't tell me I just wasted a good half an hour of my life lying under a guy for him to get off by dry humping my leg like a dog? I can't believe I let this happen. I guess I don't really have control over the situation.

"Yeah, you're right. I should probably get back home before my dad starts flipping out." I conceded.

The drive home, I was silent as I was thinking about how this night took a turn for the worse and how I was most likely gonna have to finish myself off for the night.

Ali dropped me off at the fire hall. I said goodbye and walked the three minutes to my house. I really can't believe I just wasted my time getting humped like I was twelve. Like, I could have done better things with my time. I pulled out my phone out I had four missed calls and five text messages from my boyfriend, Ness. I rolled my eyes. That nigga can wait. Never want to answer the phone when I call but expect me to jump when he does.

I clear the notifications from Ness and hit up my bitch Brielle. Shit after the night I just had I knew it would provide her with some type of entertainment.

"Bitch let me tell you how this boy really thought he was doing something," I said soon as she answered the phone. I unlocked the back-door walking into the house and taking my shoes off. I never had a problem sneaking out of the house it was sneaking back in which was hard.

I left my shoes in the laundry room and grabbed the bottle of Pinnacle my parents left sitting on the kitchen table. I proceeded upstairs to my room to tell Brielle about my night with Ali.

My head was pounding. The sound of my phone ringing sounded more like someone using a jackhammer on my brain. I groaned. What time was it anyway? 4:30 pm. Damn, when the hell did, I fall asleep last night? The last thing I remember was Ali dropping me off at the fire hall walking home and taking my parent's bottle of Pinacol vodka. Wait a minute. I look over at my nightstand and there sat the empty bottle of Pinnacle. HANGOVER TO THE MAX!! That explains everything. I wipe the remainder of sleep out of my eyes and sat up. My phone started to ring again. I flip the covers off me and got up to search for it. I found it lying under my bed next to my makeshift ashtray I kept hidden. I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen: Ness