headquarters for the Mafia. Single guys like Stefano and I could live there full time, while others came and went as needed. It offered everything we could get in the outside world: booze, girls, and even drugs for those who liked that sort of thing. Drugs really didn’t interest me, but I loved having an endless supply of liquor and the other things I desired. I sat down in my chair and waited for the slut to arrive. The feeling inside of me was hollow and empty. I didn’t even care that there was a woman coming to take my cock. It was barely more than a business arrangement.
“Braden?” She asked as she pushed open my door.
“In here.” I said and clicked off the lamp. In the dimly lit room, she looked a little bit like Angela.
“I didn’t think you’d want me again; you didn’t seem to enjoy it very much last time.” She said as she walked in.
“Take off your clothes.” I said as I sipped my whiskey.
Pieces of her clothes began to hit the floor as I struggled to become aroused. It had never been a problem before. Normally the swelling would come if I simply thought about the relief it was going to bring. The whore stood naked in front of me, and while she resembled Angela before I had been with the District Attorney’s daughter, she didn’t look anything like her anymore. Angela was a vision of perfection and the woman in front of me was nothing more than a whore who had been used by every man in the building. She disgusted me. Instead of my cock getting hard, I felt it retracting inside, almost hiding from her visage. There was no reason to undress or even stand up. I knew the whore couldn’t do anything for me. I sipped my whiskey as she got closer and each step revolted me further. I held up my hand and made her stop. I slowly moved my eyes up and down her body, trying to find something that would spark an interest. Her breasts were fake, her lips were fake, and even her ass was fake. I shook my head back and forth.
“No. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here.” I said angrily.
“What? You made me come all the way up here just to turn me away?” She looked shocked and confused. I knew she had never felt rejection before.
“Look, whore.” I stood up angrily, towering over her. “Unless you want me to throw you down the fucking stairs, get dressed and get the fuck out of here!” I roared with anger and pointed at the door.
Her face went pale and color drained from everything except for her collagen soaked lips. She didn’t even bother to get dressed. She practically tripped over her clothes and shoes as she gathered them up and ran towards the door. I poured another glass of whiskey and sat down with rage building inside of me. Angela’s face stared from behind my blade, taunting me with her smile. How could one fuck turn me sideways? I spat angrily towards the board and picked up Ronald’s cell phone. It had been deactivated to avoid tracing, but it still had power left in it. I flipped through the images on the phone, finding thousands of photos that contained Angela. One by one my thumb slid across them, watching her life unfold in pictures. Ronald had never bothered to purge them, and it appeared that her face persevered, even as the camera on his phone got better with upgrades.
“What a sad little dog you are, Ronald.” I shook my head as I continued to thumb through them.
Ronald had clearly been obsessed with her since they were teenagers. The oldest photos on the phone went back to 2008. She was pretty, even back then, but she aged so well. When I got to photos of her in a bikini, sitting on the edge of what appeared to be Ronald’s yacht, I felt myself getting aroused. It was too bad that I had already sent the whore on her way, because I could have probably used her mouth at that point. I kept scrolling through the photos, continuing to watch Angela’s life unfold. At
“Braden?” She asked as she pushed open my door.
“In here.” I said and clicked off the lamp. In the dimly lit room, she looked a little bit like Angela.
“I didn’t think you’d want me again; you didn’t seem to enjoy it very much last time.” She said as she walked in.
“Take off your clothes.” I said as I sipped my whiskey.
Pieces of her clothes began to hit the floor as I struggled to become aroused. It had never been a problem before. Normally the swelling would come if I simply thought about the relief it was going to bring. The whore stood naked in front of me, and while she resembled Angela before I had been with the District Attorney’s daughter, she didn’t look anything like her anymore. Angela was a vision of perfection and the woman in front of me was nothing more than a whore who had been used by every man in the building. She disgusted me. Instead of my cock getting hard, I felt it retracting inside, almost hiding from her visage. There was no reason to undress or even stand up. I knew the whore couldn’t do anything for me. I sipped my whiskey as she got closer and each step revolted me further. I held up my hand and made her stop. I slowly moved my eyes up and down her body, trying to find something that would spark an interest. Her breasts were fake, her lips were fake, and even her ass was fake. I shook my head back and forth.
“No. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here.” I said angrily.
“What? You made me come all the way up here just to turn me away?” She looked shocked and confused. I knew she had never felt rejection before.
“Look, whore.” I stood up angrily, towering over her. “Unless you want me to throw you down the fucking stairs, get dressed and get the fuck out of here!” I roared with anger and pointed at the door.
Her face went pale and color drained from everything except for her collagen soaked lips. She didn’t even bother to get dressed. She practically tripped over her clothes and shoes as she gathered them up and ran towards the door. I poured another glass of whiskey and sat down with rage building inside of me. Angela’s face stared from behind my blade, taunting me with her smile. How could one fuck turn me sideways? I spat angrily towards the board and picked up Ronald’s cell phone. It had been deactivated to avoid tracing, but it still had power left in it. I flipped through the images on the phone, finding thousands of photos that contained Angela. One by one my thumb slid across them, watching her life unfold in pictures. Ronald had never bothered to purge them, and it appeared that her face persevered, even as the camera on his phone got better with upgrades.
“What a sad little dog you are, Ronald.” I shook my head as I continued to thumb through them.
Ronald had clearly been obsessed with her since they were teenagers. The oldest photos on the phone went back to 2008. She was pretty, even back then, but she aged so well. When I got to photos of her in a bikini, sitting on the edge of what appeared to be Ronald’s yacht, I felt myself getting aroused. It was too bad that I had already sent the whore on her way, because I could have probably used her mouth at that point. I kept scrolling through the photos, continuing to watch Angela’s life unfold. At
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