Small Spaces

A/N: Big thank you to two fabulously encouraging reviewers, yoblossom and Corrupted_Sara. Thanks guys! Just for that here's some smut. haha. More coming soon!

Jacob woke on his own the next morning, well before Nora had a chance. He heard her step out of the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her. From his vantage point in the lofted bunk, he watched the small woman as she flitted about: drinking orange juice, straightening the kitchen, arranging things thoughtlessly atop her desk.

Watching her waste time this way was calming; she was so ordinary. She had a magnificent brain, under all those curls. He saw the passion for her work lingering behind those wide brown eyes, eyes that provoked him, reminding him of things he’d rather forget.

There had been two women in Jacob’s life, both of which weren’t experiences he was particularly proud of. The second of these two was a three day affair with a coworker back when he worked on Level E which shouldn’t have happened; not only might they have lost their jobs, but she was engaged to be married. Try as he might, he couldn’t quite remember her name…

Upon their 18th birthday, all of the males from The Lab took it upon themselves to celebrate before they were turned loose and expected to enter the work force. They had only six weeks left of their training sessions before they were relegated to the illustrious job of “Code Monkey,” or, worse yet, manual labor.

He and six other graduates decided to leave The Compound. It was the first, and last, time that Jacob would venture into the city. What he found there was darkness and decay; rotting buildings, depressed people, and a chill that permeated even the thickest of clothing.

On one end of the city was a subdivision of abandoned buildings and warehouses where week-long raves and drug binges were held. Word had spread that death was frequent at these raves, whether from indulging in dehydrating drugs or from picking a fight with the wrong taser-carrying youth. The danger, of course, attracted the seven young males to that end of town.

When they arrived, Jacob had been assaulted by the loud noise and flashing lights, but his cohorts had taken to it immediately, plucking assorted pills from the offered trays at the door. More trays were being passed around the half-naked, sweating, gyrating crowd. It was a disgusting display.

They separated, and Jacob was left with only two others, both of whom were already too stoned to do much else other than stand at the sidelines and watch the lights bounce off of the smoke.

Three women, all clad in black leather skirts and matching red tank-tops, approached. They were blonde and beautiful, with fake tanned bodies, long legs made even longer by ridiculously high heels. Jacob watched them saunter up; they were obviously in “the business.”

“You boys looking for a little fun tonight,” they chimed in unison. He felt a hand on his shoulder blade, nudging him forward.

“C’mon Jake. You’re still a virgin, right?”

Jacob felt his face grow hot, but he managed a decided, “Yes.”

“Never had a better chance, man.”

And so it was that Jacob followed the three blondes to a back door. They told him to follow the stairs up two flights and make a right, before they moved away from him and back into the shifting throng. The back staircase was dark, the walls pulsing with the baseline from the main floor. He had to hold onto the sticky railing, something he normally wouldn’t do, just to keep his footing.

The lightness in his head that had begun just when the three girls had solicited his group had become more prominent with each step. What was he doing? Why this...why now? He had been perfectly content as a virgin, and probably would have been just fine if he graduated, received his little bachelor flat, and lived alone for the rest of his life.

At the top of the stairs he made a right as directed, and saw in front of him a long, black hall with bright red doors, the paint chipping off in places. A man sat on a stool, his bald, greasy headed nodded forward onto his chest. The man started awake at Jacob’s entry.

“You for hour or all-night?”

His broken English confused him for a moment, but Jacob pulled out a few wadded bills, “An hour…please,” he coughed.

The man took his money, eyeing him from the toes up; even his teeth looked greasy, “You have hour, room 10. Starting now.”

Room 10 was the last room on the right. The walk down that long hall was one of a man going to his grave. Noises came from the other rooms, noises that he dared not think about. When, at last, he reached the room at the end of that long walk, he knocked.

“Why you knocking? Come inside now!”

The voice contained the same foreign inflection as the man at the other end of the hallway. Jacob opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him.

She was the first thing he noticed. Her presence alone filled the room; she was sitting cross-legged on a seat in front of a dilapidated dressing table, two of the overly-large bulbs that surrounded the huge mirror were burnt out. Her peach-colored dressing gown set off the dark olive hue of her skin, and long black hair hung down her back as she hunched over her table, finishing up the final coat of red lacquer. The woman, who was quite obviously older than both him and those three girls downstairs, didn’t even look up until her nails had sufficiently dried.

“You have hour?”

Jacob nodded when she finally looked up, studying him for a moment. Where before her voice had been a barking command, this time she smiled.

“You are young. You are first time.”

He nodded again, this time allowing the blush that had been working up his body to fully take over. His eyes traveled to her legs, which she uncrossed as his gaze followed them. Under the dressing gown she was completely naked.

She stood, letting the patched silk fall down her shoulders, allowing him to get a good look at her. The woman was thin, muscles shown neatly along her upper arms, down her stomach, and through her thighs. She had enormous breasts, much too big for that slight body. And she was hairless, shaved everywhere, which was a surprise to him.

She went to the bed, which wasn't made, the sheets crumpled as if from a round of furious love-making. He gulped, not entirely sure he wanted to get into a bed, or a woman, that had been used as frequently as that.

But, as if running on instinct, the moment she draped herself over that bio-hazard of a bed, shooting a lusty glance in his direction, Jacob began to unbutton his shirt, which he had nearly grown out of. Watching her flick her newly-painted nails across one naked thigh brought about an arousal in him that he’d never before experienced. He’d never been around girls, at least not for any length of time, and seeing this stunning dark creature before him was almost too much to bear.

“Come here, lovely eyes,” she cooed in a near-whisper, “Let Marlena teach you.”

In reality she was probably hoping to earn a tip, to milk whatever measly sum he still had left from his pockets, but to him, at that moment, the words dripped like honey from her thin, wet lips. She reached forward to help with the rest of his clothing, taking the time to run her sharp fingernails over his smooth, hairless chest, bringing his nipples to peaks. Pushing him back onto the bed, she straddled him, unbuckling his belt, moving down his legs in an agonizing few moments to remove his shoes and socks, before writhing back up to take off his trousers, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cock.

“You are big, boy. I know your kind. You are from there, yes?” She threw her head back to the northeast where The Compound lie waiting for his return. Jacob nodded.

The contact of warm fingers that weren’t his own elicited an excited moan from him, encouraging Marlena to stroke him once, twice, before spreading her legs on either side of his thighs. He watched her, watched the marvelous fake breasts someone had bought for her jiggle as she slid him gently into her slick, hot pussy. She let him inch into her, smiling at his need to go as deep as possible, and soon, admiring the way in which his face contorted from the pure, liquid pleasure that connected him to this woman.

Marlena, once his cock had reached its destination and she had calmed his uncontrollably bucking hips, began to slide him in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace, riding him, pulling him in to the hilt and then rocking herself back off. Jacob, his hands grasping the sheets, shuddered blissfully as she reached forward and placed his hands upon her breasts, coaxing him to massage them, to run his thumbs across her permanently stiff nipples.

“Good, yes?” She asked, her hair falling forward into her face as she leaned down to him, her hips moving a bit faster. He couldn’t answer, instead kissed the side of her face and buried his nose into the nest where her shoulder met her neck. “I let you finish this off.”

He gasped as she slid off and away from him, the cool air shocking his hard, pussy-soaked cock. Before he had a chance to question her, Marlena was on her hands and knees in front of him, ass in the air, pink lips beckoning his cock back inside of her. He rose to his knees, not sure of what to do, yet not entirely caring; at this point, he just needed it to be over.

Taking his thick cock in one hand, he found her opening and thrust inside, feeling his flesh slapping against her. She cried out as he continued to slam into her at a furious pace, her hair and breasts moving in continuous waves forward and back with each thrust. After a few more hard strokes inside of her he felt the surge of his orgasm that started behind his kneecaps and moved all the way up his thighs out through his cock; he came inside her without a sound, collapsing, breathlessly, against her back.

He barely remembered what happened next; could hardly remember Marlena encouraging him to leave, though he still had twenty minutes left. It wasn’t until much later, when he was back in the safety of The Lab barracks, that he realized the rest of the money from his pockets was missing.