Dawn Robertson - Finding Willow

I turned in the direction of Seven’s voice, my short blonde hair sticking to my face with sweat, and I gasped in shock when my eyes found her face.

“Oh my god, Seven!” I yelled, struggling to pull away from Blue and scrambling to find my clothes, somewhere on the rusting floor of the piece of shit bus.

Blue leaned back on his haunches, stroking his dick while he watched me flee, and Seven just stood across the room in a pissed off daze. Her face was blank, a tear pooling in the made up corner of her left eye. She used everything in her to try and fucking keep it together.

It hurt. I had done this to her. I’d betrayed her. I’d hurt the only person in my life I had.

“God, put it away. You are fucking disgusting,” Seven yelled at him, as she turned and stomped off the bus. I haphazardly slid my leg through my jeans, trying to get dressed as fast as I could so I could chase after my best friend.

“Let her go, princess. Come here, you got something to finish.” He continued stroking his dick with a smile on his face. I knew what he wanted, and I also knew that, if I played my cards right, I could get him off quick and go chase after Seven.

Fuck him. I push the cocaine around on the counter, and search for my trusty dollar bill that I always keep neatly tucked away in the inside pocket of my purse.

My red manicured fingernail meets the side of my nose, and I lean in for my line. I quickly snort the small amount before wiping the remaining bit up with my finger and running it across my gums.

The elevator doors open and Evan stands in the foyer. I kind of kick myself in the ass for giving him the code to get up here, but I’m just that fucking lazy.

“Star?” I hear him call out as he takes a few steps into the penthouse. The footsteps stop, and I turn just in time to see Blue extend his hand in greeting.

“Blue James, nice to meet you.” He is so fucking calm, and I hate him for that. This is it. For the millionth time, I tell myself tonight is the last night I will let Blue have his way with me. I’m going to reclaim my freedom. The freedom I had before Blue James took everything from me.

“Uh, Star? What is this all about?”

Evan doesn’t want to be here right now. That’s clear. God, he is gorgeous, though. The top button of his white dress shirt is undone. His short blonde hair is messy, like when I used to run my fingers through it for hours on end. His dark chocolate eyes are nervous, and all I want to do is throw myself at him. I know there will never be anything more than sex with him. I know a Fortune 500 investment banker will never settle down and play house with a porn star. It’s a fact of life. We come from two very different backgrounds, and I was dumb enough to think it could work at one point in time.

Then I remembered Seven and Daniel.

“Blue’s joining us tonight. You up for it?”

I run my tongue against my lower lip, and wait for him to reply. If I could read people as well as my best friend, I’d say he goes through a number of scenarios in his mind in that very short period of time.

“As long as he doesn’t touch me.” He shrugs in agreement, and we move down the hallway to Seven’s playroom.

I’m shocked by Evan’s revelation. I never would have expected him to agree to something like this. Maybe I was hoping he’d leave, and try to take me with him. Save me from Blue. Be my white knight. Ha. Wishful thinking, that is for fucking sure.

The reality becomes clear. He’s not here for me. He’s not here for a future. He’s here to get his rocks off, and go along on his way into the night.

Used again.

“What the fuck kind of room is this?” Blue asks as he takes in the sprawling guest bedroom, which has doubled as a fuck pad for years. Mistress Marilyn, also known as Seven James, is a love ’em and leave ’em kind of girl. A Dominatrix wielding any kind of sex toy you could imagine with a closest full of goodies to boot.

“The kind of room used just for sex. We fuckin’ or what?”

The night I had planned with Evan was supposed to be fun, sexy. This? I just want it to be over.

I shimmy out of the red halter dress and black heels, revealing nothing but my birthday suit. I’m not a fan of panties, and since I had my tits done a couple years back, a bra is unnecessary. They stand at attention all on their own. I don’t care that the D cups look fake. My hot pink hair and my My Little Pony body art is all fake, too, so I guess it goes with my overall fake everything. Completely manufactured look. If only my soul could be altered and fixed as well.

“Strip down, boys. Who wants what hole?”

If I had a dime for the amount of times I’ve said that, I’d be rich. Oh wait. I am rich, and it all came from fucking phrases like that. Figures.

“I want that pussy, princess,” Blue claims as usual. His ice blue eyes cut to Evan, who’s uncomfortably unzipping his black dress slacks.

He looks at me, and then back at Blue. I’ll take her mouth,” he says, virtually ignoring me.

I climb onto the bed, and lie right in the center. My head rests on one of those fancy memory foam pillows, and I close my eyes and wait. When I finally open them again, Evan’s standing next to the bed with nothing on from the waist down, his white dress shirt hanging open. He’s fucking sexy. So fucking sexy. I want him, and only him.

I feel Blue nudge at my opening and plow into my cunt without an ounce of grace. This is how it’s always been. Never gentle, always rough with possession. Instinctively, I’m wet. I don’t want to be. I don’t want my body to react to him, but it does. Any male touch gets my juices flowing. It certainly comes in handy for work. But that’s about it.

“Oh, fuck I missed this,” he says between grunts.

I turn and focus my eyes on Evan. He climbs onto the bed and kneels next to my head. Just like that, he guides his cock into my mouth. As I slowly start to deep throat Evan’s impressive cock, I ignore Blue altogether. I moan around Evan’s erection as I bob my mouth up and down his length, palming his balls, and working his cock to climax.

Blue pushes deeper, and with each thrust, he meets my g-spot. As much as I don’t want to like it, the sensation is fucking heaven. I let go of Evan’s cock and focus on my own pleasure. Blue slams into me repeatedly, and with each thrust, my screams get louder.

The door flies open, slamming against the wall, and my attention is pulled from the momentary pleasure to a fucking pissed off Seven standing in the doorway with Levi only a few feet behind her. Her dark brown hair is in a messy bun on top of her head. She has a hoodie pulled over her tits, and her black sweatpants hang low on her hips. Even like this, she is a work of perfection.

“What the fuck, Star?” she yells at me, and I can’t do anything but stare.

Evan and Blue both turn their heads in her direction. Evan scrambles for his pants, and Blue continues fucking me like we don’t have an audience that includes his baby sister.

“I’m sorry, Seven. I didn’t know you were back yet.” I don’t know what else to say. Fuck. That sounded horrible. Yeah, it’s okay that I’m fucking your estranged brother in your playroom, because I thought you were still in London playing powerhouse CEO. Could I be any fucking dumber?

I push Blue off of me and scramble to get away. He falls back on the bed and just lies there, completely fucking naked for his sister to see, with no fucking qualms about what he was just doing in her penthouse. I feel sick. I want to be sick. I need to throw up. I am going to throw up. I have to get out of here.