Hartsfield-Jackson’s domestic terminal was abuzz with the everyday chatter of people who were ready to vacation. To get away from their everyday monotonous lives of waking up at eight a.m. and coming back at five p.m.
Smiling families bound for Florida, heading to Disney, or to the beaches. Rolling sands and the opportunity for a nice day of reading by the surf.
I sat waiting at the gate for the incredibly tiny plane that would take us from Atlanta to Savannah in an hour and five.
Beside me, a disgruntled Sasha combed through her fire-engine-colored hair with her fingers. She was restless and agitated by the bustle around us. She was wearing a hoodie from Pinewood Studios, cut lazily directly across her diaphragm and showing the pink band of her sports bra beneath it. A pair of grey knee length leggings hugged tightly to her curves, even now as she sat with one knee up, leaning into Mags’ lap.
Mags wore nothing more than a lime green tube top that matched her eyeliner and lipstick, and a pair of black booty shorts with lime green sandals. Her hair was done differently now; box braids changed for a new weave with gold strands sprinkled throughout.
It suited her… everything suited her.
I stared out at the large glass wall that overlooked our tiny plane. Was it so hard to fuel and clean such a small vessel? A tin-can for us sardines.
There were about twelve other people here for the same flight. I could genuinely taste the claustrophobia now. An hour of complaints from absolutely everyone that they crammed into that thing.
The smell of feet.
The desire to gag snatched the air from my lungs just thinking about it.
Cain sat beside me, one leg crossed over the other as he clutched a Kindle in his hand, reading over something that he didn’t want to discuss. Even my persistent fawning over the subject granted me no closure.
Ever since the morning that he came to my aid, I felt the world between us becoming brighter. Lighter. Not that I had sought out his presence, but I also didn’t push him away when he was near like I usually would.
I had stayed the past few nights on Mags’ couch. A comfy enough situation, but not a permanent one. Finn had tried to call me, but I dared not answer with any of these three within earshot. He was usually nasty when coming down from highs, and I didn’t feel like putting myself into that situation.
I stood, smoothing the white, floral-patterned fabric of my sundress as I stepped along the miles of window. My hands clutched tightly behind me as I hummed the tune of a song that I probably couldn’t even recite the words for.
To think that we were literally being flown to where we could have driven in four hours. Rich people spend pointless money on pointless things… like three horny sex workers and their bodyguard.
“Boarding flight Three-Seven-Eight now. Please make your way to the gate.” A robotically muffled voice rang out.
I turned on my heels and returned to where I had just been seated. I stooped to grab my carry-on, but Cain snatched it from the ground first with a childish smirk.
“Hey!” Sasha whined, “You could at least carry ours, too!”
His face brightened and he walked to where Sasha sat, dipping to grab her and Mags’ bags by their handles, “come along, pillow princess.”
She gasped dramatically, throwing her hand over her chest, “ME? A pill- Mags, can you even believe what he is saying?”
“If anything, you’re the pillow Empress,” Mags teases, pushing Sasha off so that she could stand for boarding. My giggle lifted my spirits, looking up just in time to make eye contact with Cain.
In an instant, both of us looked away as if to pretend as though we hadn’t just stared into each other’s souls.
Sasha raced towards the gate, leading us down the tunnel and toward the plane. She sat at the window on one side, then Mags in the aisle seat, Cain took the next aisle, and I was positioned at the window.
Sandwiched between Cain and the plastic, or fiberglass, or whatever-the-fuck material, was enough to make any woman swoon, but I tried my best to relax and not think about how comically large he was compared to me and the other two ladies in the row.
“I like the wig you choose,” Cain mutters softly, dipping to a whispered tone. He didn’t look at me, just stared straight ahead.
The blonde wig I wore contained streaks of red and brown throughout, and though it looked like a natural color, it definitely wasn’t my natural color, but it was necessary for now to hide the scarring on the back of my head.
I smiled lightly, turning slightly to face him, “Thank you… it is odd to see you in anything other than long sleeves.”
I glanced down at his forearm. Plainly visible from the unbuttoned short-sleeved Hawaiian top that he must have borrowed from Cole. He wore a white tank top underneath it and a pair of blue capris.
For the first time, I was able to start to study the artwork that he’d had done on his arms. The one nearest to me showed a stunning red koi fish that was swimming amongst cherry blossom petals and lily pads. Around it, artistic renditions of samurai swords, katanas, and various eastern-inspired art pieces.
The other, however, was different. His left arm was covered in various things, from pieces that made little sense, to those that seemed to be quite impactful. Sprinkled amongst the artwork were the kind of things that you’d expect an impulsive or inebriated teenager to have done. A melting smiley face. Various knives. Swear words.
But his hands intrigued me the most. He had intricate pieces done on his hands that depicted them as being metal within; mechanical parts that were broken up by wires. He also wore two silver rings on his right hand, but none on his left.
“They were expensive,” he said softly, turning his arms over and outstretching his hands, “But I like them.”
I smiled slightly, but as I gleamed a view at the girls across the aisle, I sighed. They were sitting close together, talking, seemingly having a good time. Mags had an iPod with a pair of headphones split between the two of them. They were having fun.
A man walked down through the center of the aisle and stopped directly in front of our row. He wore a red tracksuit with white piping down the sides. He had fluffy blonde hair and a very handsome face.
He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five.
His hands slap down on the chairs on either side of the aisle as he beams.
“Ah! The Vixens!” He cheered, “Glad you could make it. My name in Ronny.”
I waved sweetly, and the other girls cooed at him in a sexily. Sasha had a large red lollipop in her mouth that she pulled slowly from her mouth as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
Ronny seems to waver slightly as he blushed like a child. He offered a small wave at Sasha specifically.
“Anyways,” he cleared his throat, glancing at Cain by my side, “it was lovely to meet you all. I am sure we will see each other again very soon.” Ronny winked at me, his long eyelashes catching some of the residual sunlight from the windows of the plane. The wink forced me to blush, so I settled back into my seat.
Maybe… just maybe, Lorenzo is right. Perhaps I need a vacation to sort out my head and get me back to enjoying what we do.
In two hours’ time, we had landed in Savannah and it was now Cain’s turn to take over as the driving once more. Ronny handed him the keys to a rental car and gave us directions to the hotel on St. Simons Island.
As we pulled into the villa’s property, the smell of salt water and sulfur was pungent in the air. Spanish moss hung from the branches of threes that must have been centuries old.
Sasha began to squeal excitedly as she saw a massive pool full of young, attractive men of various shapes, sizes, and colors. It was no surprise that the pair of girls from the back of our car, now darted out to the poolside to fully immerse themselves in the party.
I giggled lightly at my friends, “you’re going to leave us to carry all these bags to the room?” I called behind them. But it was a call that fell on deaf ears as I turned my eyes back to Cain.
He had already started to unload our luggage.
A serious expression fell upon my face, “Hey, you’re a driver. Not a servant.” I said, reaching to grab my own bag from the top of his pile. I plunged my hand into the trunk and retrieved Mags’ rolling suitcase that held our gear.
Cain’s expression softened and he gave me a wordless nod in appreciation.
It was so weird. Ever since the other day, I noticed Cain’s silence so much more. I kind of wanted him to speak to me…
So, this walk that we took from the car’s trunk toward the hotel bedroom, felt awkward in a way that I couldn’t express. I found myself brainstorming topics of conversation, but anytime I’d try to speak, my throat would clench and I would end up just shrugging it away.
When we arrived, Cain pushed the room door open. There were two rooms in this suite. One contained a king-sized bed and the other contained two queen-sized mattresses. A communal section of the suite offered a large, beautiful bathroom equipped with a tub and shower. There was even a kitchenette, and a small sectional which would comfortably host the four of us around a small flat screen TV.
Cain hummed, “Awkward sleeping situation.” He chuckled.
I shrugged lightly, feeling the reins of a migraine pulling at my temples. The doctor said that these kinds of migraines were normal following a concussion. They could persist for months.
“I think that us girls are more than content to share beds with one another, you can have the master bedroom.”
When I glanced up at him, his blue eyes were drinking in my appearance. Narrowed slightly in concern.
“You doing okay?” he asked, placing one of Sasha’s bags on a table near the door.
I thought for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him the truth.
He stepped closer, placing the painted skin of his knuckles against my forehead, “I think you’re a little warm. Is the travel getting to you?”
His touch…
This was the first time that he had intentionally touched me where I didn’t feel the sting of disinterest.
I had felt a soft heat radiate around my wrist when he grabbed me as I went to leave his car for the emergency room. That heat now flickered upon my cheeks.
“I think I am just a bit exhausted. We have been travelling all day and I have a bit of a headache.”
Cain nodded one time, very slowly. “I will keep an eye on the others. You take a shower and a nap. I will come wake you up an hour or so before you need to be ready for the show.”
I nibbled the flesh of my lip lightly and nodded graciously, “Thanks.” I raised my hand to rub lightly across my blush as if to conceal it.
He watched me for a moment.
Wordless and contemplative.
I felt embarrassment surge within me as I tingled between my legs.
“Why are you staring?”
He seems to reconnect. Like he was a program that had gone offline. “Are you wearing makeup?”
I narrowed my eyes and shook my head, “N-no. I’m not.”
Something sparkled in his eyes, “I love your freckles,” He admitted, a grin appearing on his face as he winked, “maybe you should leave them showing tonight.”
“Cain!” I threw my hands over my face to hide the fact that I had turned bright, beet color.
He laughed softly and placed a hand on my shoulder, “I’m slowly proving to myself that the delusion of you not hating me, might just be true. Get some rest, Val.”
He pulled away from me, walking toward the door.
What did he mean?
Of course I hated him… Right?
When you hate someone, do you get butterflies in your stomach when you catch them looking at you?
Do you wreck your brain trying to find topics to talk to them about just so their voice breaks through silence?
Does their touch… or even the idea of it… send you absolutely crazy?
I absolutely hated Cain. With every fiber of my being.
Right?…
The throbbing of my migraine pulled me from my existential crisis, and I decided (for once and ONLY once in my entire life) to do as Cain said. Starting with a shower. One that’s warmth persisted throughout the entirety of the act. It soothed the ache at my temples, but hardly touched the ache further within.
Then I crawled into one of the two queen-sized beds with nothing on but a loosely wrapped towel. The balcony door was slightly ajar, and I was lulled into a peaceful nap by the soft wave of warm summer air through sheer curtains that captured their heat, and then displayed it in a gorgeous orange shadow throughout the room.
Just as he had promised, Cain woke me an hour and a half before the show started. His hand rested across my bare shoulder blade as he rubbed gentle circles into it.
I blinked, my eyelashes fluttering as I stared up at him.
Part of me felt happy to see him, another part not so much. “Fuck, why is it that you only bring me bad news?” I groan, pulling a pillow from the top of the bed to cover my face.
A chuckle left his lips, but it was obvious that even he wasn’t entirely sure what I meant. He shrugged, “The other girls are getting ready. You should too.” He moved to push himself off the bed, but as he did, his hand grazed the exposed skin of my upper thigh.
I sit up quickly, “Hey! Watch it, Buster!”
“Sorry!” He threw his hands up in a show of innocence. His eyes instantly locked onto the chair seated in the corner of the room, his eyes now shadowed by his hair.
I looked down to see that my towel had succumb to gravity and was now pooled around my waist, leaving my breasts fully exposed.
I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms, “You act like you haven’t seen Sasha eating out my pussy! Now you can’t even look at my tits?”
“Do you want him to?” Sasha piped up, “Look at your tits, I mean.” Her smile was mischievous.
My face grew bright crimson, and I shook my head, “N-no! That’s not what I meant.”
“I think that is exactly what you meant, girl.” Mags adds, “You want him to ogle, you dirty bitch.” She smirks.
Cain took this chance to escape out room, closing the door quickly behind him. I frowned as the door closed and Sash grinned.
“Oh my god.” She coughs out an evil laugh.
I shoot her a daring glance. “What, Sasha?” I asked.
Her and Mags exchange a glance, “are you actually fucking him? You look like you’re literally dripping wet right now just thinking about him checking you out!” Mags said, and Sasha grabbed my knees, forcing them apart to check for herself.
“Oh my god, you are!” She roared with laughter.
“What?” I throw my towel between my legs, “No. No, we aren’t fucking.” I muttered, but these girls knew me far too well.
“Well duh. That’s why you’re still so wet,” Sasha explained matter-of-factly.
Mags grinned and tossed me my outfit for the evening, “Do us all a favor, Val. Use this to our advantage. We need to rock this Ronny guy’s world tonight, and if you fuck him with the level of frustration you’ve got pent up right now… I think you may get us extra pay.”
I frowned, “Mags, I hate the sex part.”
“Well, honey. It’s a bit too late for that. You’re already a sex worker. You’ve gotta work your sex like the boss ass bitch that you know you are, now. And then tonight when you’re horny as fuck because we didn’t let you finish, you can slink into that King-sized bed of his and rock Cain’s world.”
I fanned myself, feeling hotter with each moment… and more wet.
I looked down at the outfit for tonight. We were all dressed as Playboy bunnies, but our one-pieces were sparkly and red like Jessica Rabbit. There was even a little slit in it which is where the next thing Mags gave me would come in. It was a butt plug with a fluffy white bunny tail on the end. It would poke through the slit in the ass of our one-pieces.
Sasha giggled, moving to straddle my waist as she covers my face in makeup.
She then offered Mags the same treatment.
I slapped her ass as she crawled away from me, finally pouncing upon Magnolia.
This was the happiest that I had seen everyone in a long time, and I couldn’t help but think that something was going to go very wrong… but, as the night progressed it seemed that I was mistaken.
We paraded ourselves onto the stage; Cain announcing our general rules. We made it through most of our sets like a breeze. But I felt like things were going too smoothly… Maybe Cain was watching me too closely?
No… anytime I glanced his way, his protective stare was all-encompassing. He watched each of us for any sign of distress, but it just never came.
And as the time grew closer for us to disappear into Ronny’s room, I felt a tether lodge deeply into my chest.
I stopped at the entrance to Ronny’s bedroom. The giggles of my friends could be heard amongst the gentle smack of occasional kisses. I glanced back from the doorway to see Cain standing at the end of the hall.
Protective.
Defensive.
Like always.
I felt the string pull tight around my chest; the thuds of my heart’s beats were so loud in my ears that it was almost painful. I wanted him to call to me, to ask me to stay…
But as I met his eyes, they settled upon me with a gentle nod, as if he was sending me away. I nibbled my lip and turned back into the room, closing the door behind me.
Ronny sat on a mountain of pillows, watching Mags as she fingered Sasha while sucking at her clit. He smiled, and beckoned me over to sit on his knee. I did, perching there like a dainty fairy. He reached up to grope one of my breasts and I felt a swell of anger building in my chest…
But then Sasha’s words echoed in the aching chasm that was my mind. She was right. I needed to fuck Ronny within an inch of his life tonight.
I sank to the floor beside him, placing a trail of pecks along his legs as I slipped my hand beneath his loose cotton trousers. His cock was hard, and thick. I began to move my hand along the shaft, squeezing lightly to add sensible pressure.
He tensed beneath me, shuddering out a moan.
Sasha pulled away from Mags and crawled seductively towards me. She grabbed my hips and flipped me to face Ronny, between his knees now. Sasha between mine.
As Sasha started to slip her fingers into my wet pussy, I removed his dick from his trousers and began to suck lightly at the tip, making use of my own pleasure as I moaned against his erection. I matched Sasha’s rhythm.
Then just when I thought Ronny was fed up with my mouth, I pulled away and pushed him back against his throne of pillows, angling his tip at my entrance and then crashing down on him with full force.
Mags sat on Ronny’s face, rolling her pussy against his licks, and Sasha grabbed his hand, making him rub at her clit.
I closed my eyes, allowing my moans to roll out of me.
I imagined that this was Cain’s cock.
Cain’s cock throbbing deep inside of me, and filling my soul.
I was nearing my release, but Sasha knew me too well. She pulled me away from him and took her own seat on his cock, bouncing with far more agility due to her smaller frame.
I stepped away, my pussy absolutely dripping. Ronny was no longer aware of my existence, so I grabbed one of our smaller dildos and positioned it at the entrance to his ass. With a bit of help from my juices that remained on Ronny’s skin and a bit of lube, I pushed the dildo inside of him until he began to moan in pleasure.
It wasn’t much longer before he bucked his hips, crying out loudly against Mags’ clit as she ground away. I thrusted the dildo against his prostate as Mags traded places with Sasha to finish him off. She clenched her walls tight around his cock, and Ronny moaned even louder, though it was muffled beneath the soaking wet pussy of Sasha that now rolled over his mouth.
With one more final thrust into his prostate, he let out a wail and grabbed onto Mags’ hips, holding her in place as he filled her to the brim with his cum.
She pulled herself off of him and allowed his cum to drip out of her, splashing onto his stomach.
That’s where we left him, sitting there, completely covered in his cum and our juices.
Our job here was done.
We wrapped ourselves in dressing gowns and exited the room. Cain stood waiting outside as we returned, though his gaze was heaviest on me. He walked us back to the bedroom and waited for each of us to shower before escorting us to dinner.
Surprisingly enough, the other girls managed to scurry away.
It was like they planned this.