Love For Sale

“Where’s Cole?’ Chad asked, entering my room once Cole had left.

“Gone.” I told him dryly.

“What do you mean gone?”

“I mean he left, and he is never coming back.” I got dressed as I told Chad about Cole, my voice was flat and dry as it ever was.

“He’s never coming back? Why?”

“Because I don’t want to see him I again.” I scoffed.

“And you told him to get out?” Chad was starting to raise his voice, and I could tell he was pretty angry with what I had done, but I didn’t give a shit about his choices.

“Yeah, do you have a problem with that?” I scoffed again, placing my hands on my hips and shifting my weight to one side.

“You bet your ass I do!” Chad yelled, crossing his arms in front of him. “You are blowing this one chance of getting out of this fucking hell hole!”

“So? Don’t you think I might like this fucking hell hole?” I yelled back.

“Kyle, don’t you see…Cole really loves you!”

“So did every other man before they dumped my ass to the curb.”

“No, Kyle, he really does love you.” Chad rushed towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “He’s not just talking with his dick like everyone else; he’s talking with his heart.”

“How do you know?” I spat, pushing him away, “You don’t know one thing about love. And you want to know why? Because no one has ever truly loved you. No one has allowed you to cry on their shoulder, no one has kissed you goodnight, no one has slept with you for more than one night, no has really loved you. Face it Chad, you know nothing about true love, because…” I was left speechless. In my rant, I could see Chad’s face getting red, and his hands clenched. I didn’t care though, I just went on talking. It wasn’t till Chad hit me across the face that I stopped.

“Shut the fuck up you bitch!” He yelled in a huff. “You’re the one to talk! I don’t know anything about love? You should look yourself in a mirror and then we’ll talk. Fucking bastard,” he mumbled, as he stormed out of my room before I could say anything.

I went into the bathroom after Chad left to see the damage he caused. Turning on the light, I uncovered my cheek and hissed. Chad had hit me with a closed fist, and I saw it already bruising. I leaned into the sink, so I could get a good look, and I lightly touched it. It was tender to the touch, and I hissed in pain. I turned on the faucet and allowed the cold water to run while I got a washcloth from the cabinet. Applying soap to the cloth, I gently washed my cheek. I tried to be careful not to touch the tender parts, but that was proven to be harder to do. Once my face was cleaned, I dabbed my cheek dry, and pulled out a large make-up kit. The bag belonged to Chad, but he rarely used it. A little lip gloss, a little mascara here and there, but he never had his face covered with the stuff. What he did most was a little foundation, which I was in luck. Chad had bought a new jar of liquid foundation, and it was my skin color. Picking up the make- up sponge, I applied the cold liquid to it then to my cheek. Again, I dabbed my cheek with the sponge, and again I hissed in pain. I lightly rubbed the make-up in afterwards, and placed the kit back where I found it. I cleaned up the mess that I had made after I placed the kit back, and leaned into the sink once last time. Getting once last look at my cheek, now covered up with foundation, I smiled as I could hardly see the small bruise and turned off the light as I left.

A week went by after Cole tried to confess his love to me, and it seemed like everything was back to normal---or so it seemed. It was Wednesday afternoon, and both doors to the bathroom were wide open. I had my T.V. on, and I kept on seeing Chad disappearing and reappearing in the doorway. I looked up once during a commercial, and saw that Chad was carrying a box around. I was curious, so I muted the T.V. and went over and stood in his door frame. I was shocked to find his room almost bare, and his bed stripped of his sheets. Chad was bending over an open box, and when he stood up, our eyes met. I tensed as his eyes narrowed, he was still pissed at me and he went on packing.

“What are all the boxes for?” I asked.

“What does it look like,” Chad spat, placing a pile of his clothes into an empty box, “I’m moving out.”

“Moving?” I gasped. I was shocked to hear this. “Why? Where are you moving to?”

“None of your damn business.” Chad spat again, spinning around at me as he stood back up.

“Then why are you moving?” I asked again.

“Because I cannot have a roommate who is a bitch to everyone around them, and I don’t appreciate you using my make-up.”

“I’m not a bitch!” I yelled, standing my ground.

“Yes you are. Since Cole confessed his feelings to you, you have become a total bitch to everyone. Even Kris thinks you’ve changed.”

‘Kris thinks I’m a bitch?’ I questioned to myself. I began thinking about the past week, and I realized that I did change. I had become moody, and would lash out at people at times. I had verbally fought with my other co-workers, and I even attacked clients at times. Chad was right, I had become a bitch.

“I’m sorry Kyle that this has to happen.” I heard Chad say, “But I have to go. I will have someone come for my things.”

I didn’t say anything, and I watched as Chad left his room. When he was gone, I slowly walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. As I stared around the bare room, I took several deep breaths in, and sniffled. Running my hands across the bare mattress, I thought about what I had done, and I lay down. Curling my legs up into my chest, I hugged them tightly and buried my head into my knees. Thinking about Chad, I felt hot tears roll down and fall onto the mattress. Mixed emotions ran through my body, and I cried even more. I had lost the only friend that I had ever known, and I didn’t do anything to stop him from leaving. I didn’t even say that I was sorry for what I had done to him.

Three days after Chad had left, two men, who introduced themselves as Chad’s friends, came to get his belongings. I had found out through them that Chad was staying in a large studio apartment with them in Portland. I didn’t want to be there when they hauled Chad’s things away, but they wanted to talk to me. Towards the end of the move, I heard a knock on my bathroom door, and it slowly opened. I looked up from the T.V. and I saw a man in his late twenties slowly enter my room. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, a plain faded white tee, and his brown hair was disheveled a little. He gave me a non-tooth grin, and in the dim light his eyes shined, casting a soft look over him.

“Hey.” His voice was soft, but I could hear him clearly, and his grin faded a little.

“Hey.” I replied back, getting off my bed. “So you guys are all done?”

“Yep. Um…I know Chad wouldn’t want me to do this, but this is for you.” He gave me the small card he was playing with in his hands, and I took it. “It’s the information where Chad is going to be staying.”

“He’s staying with you Mister?” I asked, looking at the phone number on the index card.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself when we came in. Name’s Sky, and yeah. He is staying with my partner and I. Just ask for Chad when somebody picks up the phone.”

“Your partner?” I asked, and I lowered my gaze and I saw a wedding ring on his ring finger.

“Yep. Chad told me you had a partner too?”

I scoffed, “We’re not partners. We’re not even lovers.” I went over to my dresser as I said this, and sat back down on my bed.

“Then what are you? He asked, sitting beside me.

“We’re just a dream.” I sighed, staring at the floor. “That’s all we are.”

“Whose dream is it?”

“I don’t know. Both of ours I guess. But I don’t know anymore.”

“I’ve been there.” Sky sighed with me. “I was the one who wanted the dream. The man I loved for three years left me. I wished everyday for my dream to come true when he left.”

“That’s awful.” I breathed. “Why did he leave you?”

“He said he wanted to protect me, so he left.”

“And you gave up on that person? Your dream never came true?”

“Well…”

“Skylar!” I turned my attention towards the bathroom door, and a second man came into the doorframe. He looked to be five years older than Sky, and he was well built from the waist up. His blond hair was even messier then Sky’s, and he wore matching shirt and jeans, except the shirt was black. “You ready to go?” The man asked, and I saw Sky nod.

“Yep.” He smiled and he stood up. “Oh, and Kyle…my dream did come true. He smiled, and swayed as he walked over to his partner. My eyes widened as I watched them kiss, and Sky gave me one last wink before he left. “Bye Kyle, I hope your dream comes true,” he smiled, and with that he left with his partner.

As I sat on my bed, my heart became soft, and I wished that I had something like that, something that Sky had with his partner. Hell, I was still wishing for a love like Skylar’s. Picking up the card Sky gave me, I stared at the number and thought of calling Chad. I even picked up the phone and dialed the number. I held my breath as I heard the ringer, but by the second ring I hung up. I was filled with so many mixed emotions; I didn’t know what to think. The only thing that I could think of was having somebody in me, and I grabbed my coat as I headed out.

When I returned from a night of heavy petting with three clients, I found Chad’s room was already occupied with a new co-worker. I didn’t want to meet him, but when I entered my room, I saw he was eager to meet me. I found my bathroom door was open, and I got a glimpse of my new roommate. I made the mistake of looking through the door, and our eyes met. I groaned as the new blue-eyed dirty blond hair boy came rushing into my room.

“Hello, I’m Jason Summers,” my new roommate gleamed, stretching his hand out. I extended my arm and shook his hand.

‘And you must be a virgin.’ I thought by the way he acted, but what really came out was, “Nice to meet you.” I forcefully pulled my hand away from his after our handshake went too long and I climbed into bed.

“It is nice to meet you too.” Jason replied. “So how long have you been in this business?”

“Long enough.” I replied, pulling the covers over me. I tried to give him little hints to leave, but he didn’t take them, and he continued to chew my ear off.

“Could you help me finish unpacking?” He finally asked me, after thirty minutes of just talking to me.

“Sure.” I groaned, pushing the sheets off me, and climbing out of bed. I didn’t want to help Jason, but I wanted to make a new impression of myself. “Where do you want me to start?” I asked, seeing a stack of unloaded boxes to the side.

“Anywhere you want.” Jason replied, wondering over to an open box and began taking stuff out.

I shrugged and placed the first box closest to me on the bed. Pulling the box open, I jumped back. I was shocked to find what Jason was in to, and I had to think twice about my new roommate. He wasn’t the tight little virgin that I thought he was. Reaching into the box, my mouth dropped open as I pulled out the first item in the box---a pair of handcuffs. And that was the only “innocent” item in there, compared to what else was in the box. Next, I pulled a riding crop that looked that it was put to good use, and then a whip. The more that I dug and pulled Jason’s items out from the box, the stranger it got. It wasn’t until the fourth item that I figured he was into bondage, and I started to get creeped out. I was happy when I reached the bottom, and I pulled out a large latex square. I stared at it for a while, and I was wondering what it was. I didn’t want to unfold it, just in case it was something more demonic than anything else I pulled out.

“It’s a latex wrap.” I heard Jason breath in my ear. I jumped at the sound of his voice, and I dropped the wrap. He had a nasty smirk on his face, and the cute and innocent look he had was long gone. I gulped as he came closer and picked up the wrap I dropped. “Care to try it on?” his smirk got bigger, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I tensed up, and I frantically looked around the room. I licked my lips as we stood toe-to-toe, and I tried to find my words to speak. As I thought how I was going to get out of this, I felt a tug on my pants, and I looked down. Jason was undoing my jeans. That made my body kick in, and I backed away from him.

“Sorry.” I frantically said, “But I just got home from a long night of work, and I am really tired.”

Jason cocked his head to the side, and the innocent look he had came right back. I thought he was going to snap, but he smiled and shrugged. “Alright. Maybe some other time.” His smile brightened, and he threw the wrap onto his bed.

I let out a long sigh of relief and walked quickly back to my room. I shut and locked the bathroom door so Jason wouldn’t get any ideas. I also locked my bedroom before I stripped down and climbed into my bed. It was a relief to be in my own bed. All night I roamed from bed to bed, never getting that much sleep. I was happy that I now had a place to finally lie down. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. I didn’t know if I was dreaming, but when I woke up four hours later, I was lying sideways.

From that night Jason moved in, things hadn’t been the same. Jason was now getting almost all the clients, and I was back with the rest of my co-workers---in the shadows. I wasn’t getting that much sleep either. Jason had a client every hour, and I could hear everything through the two doors that divided our rooms. I couldn’t even take a piss without hearing an orgasm or two. By the fifth day, it was really starting to get annoying and I was tired of going out every night for my next fuck and paycheck. It was another week before I talked to Jason again, and this time he had a proposition for me.

“Come with me to a client’s house,” he told me one late afternoon.

“Why?” I asked. He had never asked me to join in his fun, so why was he asking me now?

“Because you look like you could use some fun in your life,” he replied, smiling that innocent smile he had.

I rolled my eyes and I thought about it. “What is it going to be? A threesome?”

“Yeah, you can say that,” he hesitated, and that sent a red flag up in my brain.

“How much is the job?” I asked next. I was going to say no. but I wanted to know if the pay was good before I said anything else. But if it wasn’t, I would reject the offer.

“One hundred…”

“No thanks.” I scoffed. A hundred dollars for a threesome wasn’t that much and I needed the money, but I had to say no.

“Wait, you didn’t let me finish.” Jason replied just as I was shutting my bedroom door. “The pay is one hundred thousand each.”

“A hundred thousand fucking dollars each?” I gasped, re-opening the door. Jason nodded, and I could tell that he was pleased I was going to say yes. Once I had the true amount, I stepped out of my room, and told him I would do the job. “When do we leave?” I smiled.

Jason lifted his head and laughed. “We leave within the hour, so get ready.”

I nodded, and my smile got bigger as I went over to my dresser. Jason didn’t give me much time to get changed though. I had just changed my clothes when he came in and told me it was time to go. I complained to him about the time frame he gave me, but he just smiled and said he was sorry.

“Don’t worry though, you look fine.” he told me as he got into a taxi cab. “The clients don’t care how you look.”

“Gee, thanks.” I mumbled, and I climbed in after him.

We didn’t say much on the ride to the job. Jason was mostly on his phone, sexting. I rolled my eyes whenever he laughed, and thought how he can be such a Doctor Jekyll, Mister Hyde person. As I stared out the window, I tried to imagine who this client was to pay us such a high amount of money. I laughed, thinking that he must have been some filthy rich bastard that had more money than Cole had. My smile faded as I thought about Cole, and I wondered what he was doing right now. Checking the clock on the cab’s radio, I saw it was almost eight. I knew Cole’s schedule, and I pictured him sitting at his dining room table, grading papers. I laughed as I pictured him, and I started to miss him.

“What’s so funny?” Jason asked. I had zoned out of reality, but I snapped back, and saw that we had arrived at our destination.

“Nothing…” I sighed, following Jason out of the cab.

Once Jason paid for the ride, we both walked up to the front door of the house we pulled up at. When we arrived, Jason rang the door bell, while I took a quick look at the house. It was more of a mansion, and I could tell it was nicely kept up with a hired staff. I could only guess that this guy was some big shot CEO. Jason rang the bell again, and I began hearing footsteps from the other side. Jason gave me a wicked smile when he heard them too, and the door opened to reveal an old man in his sixties in tails.

“Welcome, gentlemen,” he said, his voice was dry and he gave us a small bow. “You are expected.” And he moved to the side so we could enter.

I could hear a group of men talking in the next room when I entered, and I tried to see how many people were in the room. From the sound of it, there were more than two people in the room. The butler told us to wait in the entry, and he left in the direction of the chatter. A few minutes later, a younger man in his early thirties walked into the entry. He had been smiling with a beer bottle in his hand, and he was dressed in a loose shirt and slacks. By the way he was walking, I could tell he had knocked back a few before he came, and there was no telling how many more he would consume.

“Welcome Jason,” he bellowed, his arms wide open. Jason smiled and ran into the man’s arms, hugging him tightly. I watched as the man swayed him from side-to-side and he gave Jason a kiss on his head. “Who’s this?” He asked, looking up to see me.

Jason pulled out of the hug and turned to me. “His name is Kyle.” Jason told him. “He’s my new roommate.” He smiled, giving out a small.

“Kyle?”

“Yes.” I replied, and I stood at attention as the man stepped over to me.

“Nice to meet you, my name’s Joad. How old are you?” He asked.

“Old enough.” I quickly replied.

“That’s good to hear,” he smirked. I could tell that he knew I was under age, but he didn’t care, and he caressed my cheek. “Why don’t we go upstairs after you entertain my guests,” he smirked.

“That would be nice.” I smiled back, “But it will cost extra.” I snickered as Joad stepped back.

“We will see,” he winked. “But right now, my guests are waiting for you, and I don’t like to keep any of my clients waiting. Now please come with me.” His smirk widened, and he turned on his heels.

“Wait.” I called, and Joad stopped and turned around. “When do we get paid?”

“When you finish the job.” Joad told me. “Now if you please, my guests are getting impatient.”

I gave a sideways glace towards Jason, and he smiled at me before he followed Joad into the next room. I followed shortly after them, and we all entered Joad’s study, where I saw at least twenty of Joad’s clients talking. The room fell silent once we entered, and everyone turned their attention on Jason and I. I gulped when I saw that most of the clients we were going to be pleasure were Asian, and I tensed up. I could feel my heart racing, and I felt just by looking at the clients, I would rather be wrapped in one of Jason’s latex wraps then be in a gangbang. I lowered my head so I wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone, and I could hear them speaking a different language. I heard a few chuckles now and again, but I couldn’t make it out. For all that I knew, they were talking about what kind of nasty shit they were going to do to me. I looked up when I heard Joad talking to his guests, but he was talking in their language, so I couldn’t understand anything that he was saying. As Joad talked, his clients laughed and cheered every few moments, and I could tell they were just about ready to attack us and rip our clothes off. There was a large cheer from the crowd once Joad said something, and he turned towards us and smiled.

“I would like for you guys to dance for us,” he said in English, and went to join his guests.

Once he was seated, music started to play and Jason quickly took to the hip-hop beat. I watched as he took off his shirt first and walked over to a large group to his right, and climbed on top of a client. The men around Jason started to cheer and yell; they even started undressing Jason and themselves for some fun. I on the other hand, just stood like a deer in headlights, and watched. I felt uncomfortable about this, and I lowered my head again. The group cheered louder, and I looked up and saw that Jason was completely naked with five other guys around him---also naked. I quickly diverted my gaze back to the floor, and I felt something drape across my shoulders. I quickly looked up and I saw Joad was standing beside me, his arms draped over my shoulders.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” Joad asked, sliding his hands down my shirt. “My clients don’t like it when my entertainment doesn’t do anything.”

I licked my lips and tried to think of a way to get out of this. I looked back over to Jason, and I saw that more men had surrounded him, and I could tell that they were fucking him by the moans that escaped Jason’s mouth. “I’m sorry.” I said, truthfully. “But I don’t do gangbangs.”

“Aw…that’s too bad.” Joad muttered in my ear. I gasped as he started chewing on it roughly, and I tried to pull away. His hands came out of my shirt, but he grabbed a hold of it. “Because my clients and I don’t take no for an answer.”

I gasped when he said this, and he pulled open my shirt, scattering the buttons everywhere and throwing me to a group to the left. I clenched my eyes shut as Joad’s guests grabbed a hold of me, and started to tear my clothes off me. The guests were already naked, so they got to work quickly. Grabbing a fist full of hair, one of the guests shoved his dick down my throat. I gagged on the object, and tried to pull away. I could hear the others laughing, and they just continued to rip away my clothes. I groaned as the client began moving my head, forcing my head to bob up and down his shaft. I kicked when I noticed that they had finally got my jeans off, and I tried to kick the vultures off me. They laughed even harder when I struggled, and they pinned me down and another guy started sucking me off. The man that I was sucking on allowed me to breathe, and I gasped for what air I could. I didn’t get much though, as a new client came over and forced me to suck him off. I closed my eyes when a new dick was placed in my mouth, but they weren’t closed for long. I gasped when I felt my hand being raised, and my eyes shot open as someone placed my hand over their member. A second dick was placed in my other hand, and I had no choice but to stroke them. I sniffled when my free will was being taken away and I had no choice but to give in. I grabbed a tight hold of the dicks I had in my hands, and I started stroking them hard and fast. The guests around me started cheering, and I gasped louder as I felt another pair of lips touch my own member. More guys started to join in, and I would suck off a new guy every two minutes. As I sucked on the clients that surrounded me, more were sucking me off. I let out a low groan as I felt someone tug on my balls, and I looked down as I saw three men on me. I swallowed hard and watched as one was sucking on my tip as he swirled his tongue around it, and two more had a ball in each of their mouth. Groaning, I leaned back and arched my back off the couch. Another client came in front of me, and I began sucking him off as well.

My body started to heat up as more guests started in on our group, touching and stroking me all over. A few times reality sank in, and I tried to pull away, but I was pinned down all over again. I groaned as the men who where sucking me started stroking and sucking me faster, and I yelled out in pain. A client had grabbed a hold of my nipples, and twisted them hard. That was the chance for the men around me to take advantage of me more, and two of them stuffed my mouth with their dicks. I gagged, and pulled away, but they pulled my head back. I tried to hold my tears back as much as I could from this point, but I could no longer hold them back. As my head was forced back on their dicks, tears started to stream down my face, and I felt wetness on my cheeks. I lowered my gaze, and I found that two clients were licking away the tears. I cried even louder, and I saw Joad coming up behind the group. He had a nasty smirk on his face, and he started laughing. He had said something in the different language, and his clients all laughed hard. Not knowing what they were saying made me sob, and another dick was placed in my mouth. I gasped when I felt a hand clamp over my dick, I felt myself rise for a second time. A new erected cock was placed in front of me, and I found that it was Joad’s. I didn’t want anything else to happen to me, so I sniffled as I wrapped my mouth around him. I heard him let out a long sigh, and I began bobbing my head. I hummed low in my throat and Joad pushed my head closer till he was hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and coughed, trying to get adjusted to him, and I began bobbing my head faster. Joad let out another sigh, but it sounded more like a hiss, and he began rocking his hips back and forth. I swirled my tongue around his member as he rocked, and I even stroked the other men around me so they didn’t feel left out. I tried to forget about the other three men who were sucking me off, but it was hard as I felt myself close to coming.

“AH…NO BITING!” Joad yelled, pulling my head back and slapping me across the face. I had bit down on Joad’s dick as I felt something being pressed up against my ass, and I got smacked for it. Joad placed my head back over his dick, and I began sucking him harder. I wanted him to come so bad, so that I could get the fuck out of there. “KYLE!” Joad yelled out as I bit down on him again. I felt something pressing up against me again, and I tried to let see what it was.

I didn’t get much of a look at it, but I did see a thin cord. I stared around the group to get an idea of what they were going to do, and I felt it again. It was only when I felt it going up my ass that I knew what it was. I put two and two together, and I groaned as I felt a small bullet vibrator being shoved up my ass. My ass tightened as it was shoved all the way up, and I waited for them to turn it on. As I waited, Joad had grabbed a hold of my head, and forced my head to go faster. His dick twitched in my mouth, and I could tell he was close to spilling his seed. It only took him a few more bobs of the head to make him come, and when he did, his clients all cheered for him. I on the other hand, gagged as his cum landed on my tongue, and I tried not to swallow it. He threw me to the side when he was done, and once again, I belonged to Joad’s clients. The vibrator was still in my ass when Joad threw me aside, and I gasped when I felt it finally turned on. I let out a loud yell, and I sat straight up. The guests laughed, and I was pulled to my feet. As I was being pulled up, one of the clients lay down, and I was forced back to the ground. I struggled to break free, but they held me tight, and I was forced down onto the guy’s dick.

“Please no!” I cried. But they didn’t listen, and they eased me onto the man with the vibrator still inside me. I was able to stay still for a while, but soon after I was all the way in, the man below me started thrusting his hips. “Please stop!” I sobbed.

“Why should we?” Joad asked. He was sitting on the couch, with three of his clients around him, giving him pleasure.

“Because…I have to go to the bathroom.” I lied.

Joad laughed. “Fine.” He then spoke to his guests in their native language and everyone around me stopped. I was grateful and I quickly eased out of Joad’s client and pulled the vibrator out of my ass. “Hold it, where do you think you’re going?” Joad called.

“To the bathroom.” I told him. I was halfway out of the room when Joad called me back.

“Oh, no. if you have to go to the bathroom, you do it right here,” he smirked.

I looked over to Jason, who was oblivious to my situation, and I saw he was in his own little world. “Why here? Aren’t you worried that I might get shit all over your carpet?”

“I can have a bowl brought in so you can shit in it.”

“But I can’t just go with everyone watching me.” I confessed, trying to get away from the crowd. “I’m pee shy.”

Joad laughed, and I cringed. I didn’t know if he was buying this whole thing or not, but I waited for his response. After a moment of silence, I felt like Joad wasn’t going to agree with me leaving, but he nodded. “Fine then,” he told me. I smiled at him, and quickly turned to the bathroom. “But if you’re not out in three minutes, I’m coming in there and carrying you out!” I heard him yell.

I locked the bathroom door once I got in, and I quickly tried to find a way out. There was a window next to the sink, and I went over to it. I checked it out for a second, and I found that I was could fit through it. I nodded, and smiled as I knew I could escape from this hell hole. Waiting a few more seconds, I flushed the toilet to make it sound realistic, and turned on the water. Before I left, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and I opened the window slowly. I was glad that Joad didn’t come in while I was opening the window, and I managed to climb out. I started crying when my bare feet connected with the grass below, but I wasn’t out of the woods yet. I looked around me before I moved again, and once I saw that everything was clear, I made a mad dash from the house. I didn’t want to leave out of the front gate, because I was afraid that somebody might see me, so I ran towards the wall. My tears blurred my vision, but I could make out the wall, and I managed to get to it without anyone seeing me. One I got to the wall, I took a short break, but as I took my waited, I started to hear barking. This got my attention, and I stood straight up. I gulped as I heard it again, and I didn’t waste any more time. Crouching low, I pushing off from the ground and jumped. I missed my first attempt, but I tried again. I missed the second attempt, and I could hear the barking getting louder. I started crying harder, and I looked over my shoulder to see three guard dogs running towards me. Trying one last time, I jumped as high as I could, and managed to get a hold of the wall and hold on. I sobbed as I grabbed the wall, and I slowly pulled myself up. I took one last look at the house before I left, and I screamed before I jumped down and landed safely on the other side.

I ran six blocks before I stopped, and I walked until I found a pay phone. By the eighth block, I found a phone booth, and I ran towards it. Closing the door when I got in, I picked up the phone. I checked the change deposit, I found a quarter left inside, and I quickly put it in and dialed Cole’s home number. Tears reformed in my eyes as I heard the phone ring, and kept praying for Cole to pick up the phone. I heard the phone ring again, and I knew there was one more ring before the answering machine picked up, and I began to lose hope when I heard the third ring

“Hello?” I heard a raspy voice pickup before the answering machine did.

“Cole?” I sobbed out.

“Yes, ”he replied, clearer this time. “Who is this? Do you know what time it is?”

“Cole, please. It’s me…Kyle.”

“Kyle?” Cole gasped. “Kyle why are you calling this late? It’s almost three in the morning!”

“Cole, please. I’ve made a mistake. Could you come and get me?” I sobbed hysterically.

“Kyle wait. Hold on. What happened?”

“I made a mistake.” I repeated myself. “Please come and get me. I’m bruised, naked, and I don’t know where I am.”

“Hold on Kyle. I’m on my way; just tell me what street you are on.”

“Ok.” I looked around and tried to find a street sign or something to tell Cole where I was. “I’m on South River Road, just south of the city.” I cried.

“Alright, I’m on my way.”

“Please hurry.” I begged before hanging up the phone. After I heard the dial tone again, I began shaking as I hung up the phone. I began crying for the hundredth time that night, and I sank to the ground as I waited for Cole to pick me up.

It began to rain as I waited, and I could barely see anything through the glass. What seemed like a century after I called Cole, I saw a pair of lights come rounding the corner. I gulped when I saw the lights belong to a car, and it stopped right next to the booth. I stepped out of the booth to see who had pulled up, and I gasped when I saw Cole stepping out of the driver’s seat.

“Cole!” I sobbed, running to him.

“Kyle.” he gasped as I flung myself on him, and wrapped my arms around him. I nearly knocked him over, but he steadied himself, and hugged me back. “You okay?” He asked, pulling off me to get a good look.

“Yes.” I cried, my bottom lip shivering.

“Good, let’s get you in the car.” He said, and he wrapped his coat around me. He led me to his car, and opened the door for me. I quickly climbed into the passenger seat, and turned on the heat.

Cole got back into the driver’s seat just as fast, and drove just as quickly away from the phone booth. I looked at the radio clock when Cole drove off, and I saw that I had been waiting for him for an hour and a half. Hot tears ran down my eyes as I thought how long it had been, but I also cried because I was happy that I was away from that hell hole and I was back with Cole. I ended crying myself to sleep on the drive home, and I managed to wake myself up just as Cole was pulling into the driveway. I was all cried out by now, and I managed a few sniffles when Cole opened the door for me and helped me inside. I stuck to him like glue as he ushered me back into his house and up the stairs to his bathroom.

“I want you to take a shower, Kyle, okay?” I nodded, and I felt Cole place a warm kiss on my forehead. “Alright. And I want you downstairs when you’re done. I want to talk about what happened to you.” I nodded again, and Cole left so I could have my privacy.

When I was alone, I pulled the towel off me and climbed into the hot water. I allowed the water to run over me for a minute or two before I did anything, and I picked up the bar of soap. I lathered the soap in my hands before I applied it to my body, and then I began scrubbing hard. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I could not get any of the filth and grime off me. I scrubbed my entire body until the water turned cold; by then my fingers were numb, but I still didn’t feel clean enough. Cole had laid out a pair of his pajama bottoms for me, and I pulled them on before I headed to the first floor. I saw Cole sitting at the dining room table when I came down, and I sat across from him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, pouring me a cup of coffee.

“Okay.” I told him, taking a big drink from the steaming hot coffee. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Cole replied, sitting back down at the table. “What were you doing over on River Road?” he asked.

I sniffled, and began telling him about what had happened. “I was doing a job,” I told him. “My new roommate had told me that it was going to be a threesome…but it turned out to be a gangbang. I managed to get out of there though before they could do any real physical damage to me, besides the bruises on my body. Cole, I was so scared. I was so scared; I didn’t know what to do.”

“Kyle it’s okay, you did the right thing by calling me.” He touched my hand, and I nearly collapsed. “Why did you do the job anyway?” he asked.

“I did it for the money.” I replied. “But I’ve learned my lesson. I‘m never going back to prostituting again.”

“I’m just happy you’re okay.” Cole said, and he picked up my hand and kissed it.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.”

“Yes I have. I turned you down. You confessed that you loved me, and I just shut you out. I shouldn’t have done that. If I would have just admitted that I had loved you too, you would have taken me home, and I would not be in this mess.”

“I know.” Cole sighed.

“What?”

“I know you rejected my love. Chad told me the next day after I came for you. I was heart-broken. But I didn’t give up on you. I knew you were going to come back, I just wished that it didn’t have to turn out this way.”

“You never gave up?” I questioned.

“Nope. And I will never stop giving up on you,” he smirked, taking a drink from his own cup.

I laughed lightly, and he kissed my hand again. We sat at the table for another ten minutes or so, just talking. He made me laugh at a few stories, and I began feeling warm all over again. I had missed the feeling of being around Cole, and I missed Cole so much, I nearly forgot how good it was staying with him. By four in the morning, Cole decided to turn in for the morning.

“Are you coming to bed?” he asked, stretching.

“No. I think I will sleep on the couch tonight.” I replied. Even though I was happy to be with the man I loved, I could not bring myself to sleep with him tonight. With everything that happened tonight, I didn’t want to sleep with anyone.

“Okay.” Cole smiled, “If you change your mind, I will be upstairs.” I smiled as he gave me a hug and a kiss goodnight, and he headed upstairs.

I pulled some blankets out from the closet, and I made myself a bed on the couch. I didn’t feel comfortable when I lied down on the couch, and I tried hard to fall asleep. After an hour of trying to fall asleep, I ended up going back upstairs to join Cole in bed. I opened the door slowly and I found Cole in bed, wide awake. He smiled softly when I walked in, and I gave him a small smile as well. Saying nothing, he pulled the sheets down, and I walked over and climbed in. I turned towards Cole when I lied down, and his smile widened. My smile didn’t change, and I turned over so my back was toward him. I felt him press up against me while I fell sleep, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. My smile brightened as he wrapped himself around me, and I grabbed his hand and kissed it.

“I love you,” he muttered as we drifted off to sleep.

I laughed lightly, knowing that what he was saying was really true. “I love you too.” I muttered back, falling asleep with his hand cradled like a doll in my arms.