Chapter 7: Chapter 7

LAYLA

May 8th 2018

I look into my rearview mirror and wipe my mascara stained face. I have fifteen minutes to kill before my shift starts. I lean back in my seat and watch as a tall man in a suit leaves the club. He walks to the big black SUV parked up, the driver gets out and opens the passenger backseat door for him, his passenger slides in and he closes the door behind him and hops back in the driver's seat. The vehicle remains stationary for a moment or two before the engine roars to life and starts to roll.

Movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention, Caddies standing outside poking the fingers to the building's sign.

I continue to watch her with a...

What-the-fuck-you-up-to-look on my face.

She spins around and,

"OH SHIT!"

The black SUV hits her.

I burst out laughing. I don't mean to but, shit... She was on a mission when she walked out that door and I don't think getting hit was part of the plan.

"Caddie, Caddie, Caddie" I sigh.

Never a dull moment with you girl. I lean forward in my seat to get a better glimpse. The drivers by her side looking down at her scratching the back of his head dumbstruck. His passenger steps out of the car, straightening his suit jacket and stands at his side. They must've sensed someone watching them because their heads whip to their sides and they look directly towards my car.

"Oh SHIT!" I shriek.

I duck, trying to get as low as I can under my steering wheel without being seen. I feel like I'm in one of those cliched mobster movies and I've witnessed something I shouldn't have.

"Please, please. Don't let him be some big hot shot mobster." I plead to the gods.

I slowly look over the dashboard and the driver bends down picking her motionless body up and throws her over his shoulder like a barbarian.

Real Fucking charming...

They take her back inside the club. I decide it's a good time to haul my ass outta my car and make a run for it towards the back entrance. Any man that shows up with a fucking bodyguard is a man to be reckoned with. Someone you don't need chasing your ass all over town to vanquish you because you witnessed something you shouldn't have. Even if it was Caddies fucking fault and it wasn't intentional.

I get to the back entrance and comb my fingers through my hair, fixing my clothes. I take a deep breath and enter the club. On arrival I see Mal yelling at the guy in the suit.

"What do you mean she ran in front of the car?"

He leans in and whispers something in her ear. She pulls back and looks him up and down with a frown on her face. She raises a finger towards his face and both his brows furrow, he reaches forward, wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her close till she collides with his chest. He mumbles something in her ear again before he drags her into her room, clicking the door behind them.

Okay. I think to myself.....

What the hell was that about?

Maddie comes out of the changing room in her see-through lacey robe, with everything on full display. She's humming as if she's on cloud nine. I hate the bitch with a passion. She made my life a living hell when I first started thinking she was queen bee.

Lisa walks up the hallway, her complexion white as ever. When she draws closer she cries out saying.

"That man will be the death of me Layla I swear." Her eyes water and she barges through the changing room door.

Chad obviously had his tongue down her throat again. Poor Lisa doesn't have a clue the man wants her beneath him so badly. He's so blinded by his desire for her he hasn't realised Lisa bats for the other team. I've warned her on multiple occasions to tell him, but she refuses to and that's her problem. I turn and walk into the changing room and get ready.

I dim the room of its bright light.

"Hi, my name's LAYLA." I close my eyes and bow, kneeling. "I am here for your pleasure."

"Hello, Layla." He sneers.

I open my eyes and I know who exactly it is that stands before me.

"Jimmy," I say emotionless.

"What are you doing here?"

"I've come in honour of my dead brother to give you something." He says as he unbuckles his belt and drops his pants.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm as serious as a heart attack princess." He stands before me with a full-on erection.

"Open that pretty little mouth and show me what it's made for." He roughly grips a handful of my hair and forcefully thrusts himself into my mouth.

I place both my hands on his thighs and push him back. He stumbles as I get to my feet

"This is wrong, you shouldn't be here." I glare at him.

"I'm right where I need to be. I promised Ryder I'd take care of you La. And that's what I'm here to do." He licks his lips looking at me like I'm a snack.

"Did you specifically tell him you only intended to keep an eye on me sexually? Or did you forget to leave that little detail out?" I raise my hand, using my index finger and thumb, to give him an idea of how small I meant.

"It doesn't matter now that he's dead does it?" He runs his finger down the side of my arm and I shiver.

"No, I suppose not. But it still doesn't make it right." I sigh.

"I'm paying you a pretty penny to service my willy La." He starts to remove the rest of his clothing.

"How's Nicki and the boys?" I smirk.

"Don't you fucking mention my wife or kids in this room. Do you hear me?" He tears the foil packet, producing rubber and rolls it over his erection.

"This is happening whether you want it to or not, whether you'd like it to or not." He growls.

He unzips the front of my bra and slides it down my shoulders. His eyes are heavy on my breasts, he reaches forward and cups them, massaging them roughly like a teenage boy for the first time. His hands slide over my abdomen, he hooks his fingers on the side of my thong and tears it off. I hiss with the slight pain it causes. His hand reaches down and he cups my sex, inserting a thick finger inside me.

"You will enjoy this I promise you." He kisses my shoulder.

"Or, you'll scream bluffing me." He removes his finger and brings it to his lips.

"So sweet." He mutters.

"I think you've mistaken my arousal for days worth of other men's jizz." I cock an eyebrow.

He roughly turns me around and pushes me up against the wall. "I hear you like it up the ass." He says cruelly.

"I'll take whatever you give me.  But you better make it last because you ain't coming back for seconds." I say on the verge of crying.

"Once is good enough for me. Once is all it takes to ruin you for a lifetime."  He thrusts forward and enters me harshly.

My body moves up the wall with every thrust, my eyes sting with pain and unshed tears.

Don't you cry Layla baby!  He is not worth your tears. My inner self coo's...

He pulls out and turns me over. On autopilot, I hook my leg over his hip. The prick grins at me and I smile back picturing a thousand ways to murder him. Hooking my other leg over his hip he starts pounding me with everything he has.

His lips latch on my nipple and he lightly bites down on it, flicking the erect bud with his tongue. It sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine, my walls clamp down hard on his cock sucking him in deeper. I arch my back in response to the undesirable bastard's touch. He rotates his hips and his pelvis rubs against my clit. A low moan escapes my lips.

"That's right La, give Jimmy want he came for." His mouth covers mine, consuming my cries of pleasure.

Jimmy knows how to use his magic dick. I got a dud of a deal with Ryder. He was never able to make me climax without foreplay. Yet here's this bastard fucking my brains out, making my traitorous body hum with the need to cum.

"You ready La?" He hoarsely says. "You ready for the grand finale?"

He pulls out of me, lines himself up and surges into me in the anus. A new sensation fills me, turning everything pitch black for a split second. He leans back reaching between our slick bodies and starts to flick my sensitive clit.

"Oh SHIT." I cry out.

The wildest orgasm I've ever had crashes into me. I squeeze my eyes shut and scream his name uncontrollably.

"Gods yes!" He roars as his body climaxes.

Slowly opening my eyes trying to catch my breath. They land on his. He moves forward, his lips inches from mine.

"Don't you fucking dare!" I move his face back with my hand.

He snickers, pulling out of me and gently puts me down. I use the wall to hold myself up.

"Told you I'll have you screaming." He smirks.

"You smug son-of-a-bitch" I pant.

"Don't stand there like you haven't wanted it for a long time, Layla. I caught you with your hand down your pants, bringing your self to orgasm when you'd walk in on me in the shower wanking. I was watching you through the mirror with hooded eyes. It's why I came so hard each time." He slides the rubber off and throws it in the bin.

"Each time?" I ask him.

"Each. Time. La." He pulls me into him and kisses me on the neck, lightly sucking on my heated skin.

"You left the door unlocked on purpose," I say surprised.

" You belonged to Ryder, but your orgasms didn't."

"I..I. Oh shit..." Shame fills me.

While Ryder was out gambling, I was the one with her hand deep in the cookie jar. I just never thought, I got caught.

I push Jimmy hard down on the bed, I crawl up towards him and take his cock in my hand. His brow arches and I slide my tongue over his shaft, taking him fully in my mouth. A low growl vibrates from his chest with approval.

I'm going to hell anyway. So I might as well live out my wildest fantasies I had of him while I'm still breathing.