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She got a booty like a Cadillac But I can send you into overdrive
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Sister Sister|| Ruby & Norah
It had been at least ten years since Norah, known then as Rachel, had seen her sister, but when a man claiming he knew her and where she was showed up Norah was intrigued. Assuming her sister had stayed in Oregon she was dismayed to find that Ruby had taken it upon herself to go and find Rachel. Praying that because contact had never been made Ruby had not found her, she couldn’t bear to think that any part of her family, especially her sister knew the things she had done when arriving in California. All these thoughts ran through her mind as she drove to where Ruby was now living.
Norah knew it was probably crazy to get in the car with a man she didn’t know, but she was scheduled to work that night so if something happened Seth would be on the look-out. The truth was that all rational thought went out the window when the man named Crispin showed her his phone and the picture of the smiling woman sitting in a field of flowers. She didn’t look that different from how Norah remembered her, but she looked happy and that she was glad for. Her own life had been anything but a fairy tale, her prince charming turning more into the big bad wolf than anything else. Sometimes she half thought she wouldn’t make it to eighteen during that time, and then when she did and was tossed to the streets she was more lost than ever.
Turning onto a dirt road Norah was dragged from her thoughts as she saw a group of buildings come into view. Arching a brow at what appeared to be a commune of some kind she kept her mouth shut, a feat for her, and waited until they parked. Crispin turned to her and smiled, “I’m going to leave you with my brother Silas while I get Ruby, I know she is excited to see you.” A warm smile lit his face but quickly faded the moment she stepped out of the car. “Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the fly,” he mumbled as he stepped out and raised his hand in a wave to Silas on the porch.
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#closed starter#p; Ruby#Ruby#Sister Sister#v; tumbleweeds#fee free to npc Crispin and of course Silas
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Pick Me Ups || Freddy & Norah
Norah was more than a little anxious to get out of the hospital. She didn’t know exactly how long she had been out of it but in her waking moments she knew that she had been here around a week. A week without pay was bad enough, never mind the money she was going to lose fixing her apartment up. All of it made her head hurt, and considering she was already dealing with a concussion that was not a good thing. Finally being given the all clear to leave she wanted to leap from the bed and run out, not that she could but had she been able to Norah was sure she would have. Norah called the landlord and left a message, hoping the door had been fixed, at least the outside one. She could deal with the bathroom not having a door but she couldn’t be without a front entrance. When the nurse came to wheel her out she wanted to fight it, Vixen wasn’t there yet and of course she didn’t want to be in a wheel chair. The woman just raised an eyebrow and patted the seat; there was clearly no choice in the matter. “Your ride is waiting anyway,” she said once Norah was situated.
Frowning at that she folded her hands on her lap and let the woman roll her out, past the nurses station and the waiting rooms, right to the front door. The moment she saw the truck she knew it wasn’t Vixen and when she saw him slide out of the driver’s side she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out a reaction. Shaking her head she felt a flush on her cheeks, and Norah was never shy around anyone. That was until she met Freddy, now she dropped her eyes and let the smile form on her lips. She was more than a little glad to see him, even if it was only to drive her home. The nurse parked the wheel chair and helped her stand, Freddy jumping in to take her elbow and lead her to the truck. “I can get in,” she said softly, shooing away help as she stepped up and in the large cab. Settling into the seat she wrapped her arm around her waist, her ribs settling again though still throbbing. Watching as the woman whispered to Freddy, probably about not leaving her alone and what not she turned and looked ahead. No-one took care of Norah Baldwin, and that wasn’t going to change. Of course she knew he had taken care of Clive in some form, but he wasn’t going to be her nurse. When he climbed in she turned her head to him, “Vixen could have got me, you didn’t have to drive all this way.” Pulling her belt across she hissed at the motion and took a breath before settling again, “You know how to get to my apartment?”
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Norah didn’t know who to call or what to do, the fear still permeating her body and leaving her cold and shaking. Every noise made her fear he was returning to finish what he had started. Sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom, her head was resting against the wall to keep from getting sick. She was sure she had blacked out at some point, not completely confident when he left or if he was coming back. Every part of her body ached and throbbed, her head spinning and each breath was labored. Norah had managed to crawl to the bathroom from the living room and was relieved to tears when she found her cell phone there. She didn’t know who to call for help, it wasn’t like Norah had friends, but looking down at her torn shirt, the bruising on her body, and the blood on her legs she knew she needed someone. Opening the phone with trembling hands she called the first number she could think of, and prayed after all she had done to him that he would still help her.
Jumping out of her skin when she heard heavy footfalls she let out a small whimper when Manny stepped into the room. Her left eye was swelling and it was hard to focus with the other one, but she managed to look up at him. There were no words, she had tearfully explained that Clive had attacked her and she needed help, what was there to say face to face. Swallowing thickly it was then she noticed that the bathroom door hung awkwardly and the memories of him ripping that door, as well as the front door flooded through her. A hard shiver went down her back and despite the pain she pulled her legs up to her chest.
It was then she saw the second set of feet and slowly raising her head she looked up just as Lennon spoke. She knew it was bad but the look on her face spoke volumes of how bad. Letting out a soft sigh she attempted to sit up more and let out a soft cry as pain shot down her sides. Reaching for Lennon’s hand, not sure who she surprised more, she took a moment to catch the breath that seemed to be running from her. “Can you help me . . . clean up,” she said softly, her throat swelling with the pressure his hands had caused, but she felt dirty and she needed to clean up. Plus, there was no way to see how bad the bruising was if she didn’t wash off. Looking to Lennon she forced a small smile, “I need help . . . to stand,” gripping Lennon’s hand for balance. Unsure if she could get to her feet without assistance, they felt weak and shaky, she waited for help. Norah didn’t cry, she didn’t ask for help, she wasn’t weak, but right now she knew, even if she hated it, that she did need help. A tear slid down her cheek and she dropped her head to hide it, her free hand pulling at the lose threads of her torn shirt.
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Unexpected Calvary// Norah, Manny and Lennon
The last place she expected to find herself at 3am was standing outside the apartment of Norah Baldwin in front of a broken down door. Patiently she waited for Manny to come back who went ahead to make sure it was safe. Sleeping peacefully burrowed in his large arms she was awoken by the repetitive ringing of his cell. She almost sleepily grabbed for the phone herself, but his long arm released her and stretched across the bed to the night stand. It was hard to make sense of what was being said on the other end, but Lennon felt the moment his body tensed underneath, and she became worried something had happened to one his beloved siblings. Sleepily she sat up and pulled the covers around her chest attempting some modesty as she watched a variance of expression pull over Manny face. She reached out resting a hand on his thick shoulder. Once he hung up he explained everything, and Lennon was struck by flurry of emotions but the most surprising were sympathy and sadness. In the end as he readied around her she slipped out of bed wanting to be of some help as well.
Manny came back and pulled open the door which was ripped from the hinges at the bottom causing it to scrape loudly against the floor. Stepping inside the place looked as if it had been tossed or something, and her heart sang knowing that Norah was probably fighting for her life. Lennon reached out for his hand, and followed behind him. “Are you sure we shouldn’t call the police, or something.” It was a silly question considering the amount of distrust they all held for the Long Beach finest. Finally making it the bathroom Lennon could see the blood contrasted against the white tile floor, “Jesus,” rushed past her lips but stopped when she saw the shape Norah was in. Reaching for her bag she pulled out some supplies she had gathered before leaving her apartment. Unsure of what else to say she mumbled to the battered blonde, “Sorry-hey can I help you.” The last thing she wanted was to impede on her level of comfort after such a heinous thing had been done to the poor woman.
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Norah wasn’t sure what she was seeing in Freddy’s eyes as he stood there casting a glance at Vixen. She was nothing to him, and even though she had sought out employment there was nothing signed yet. So why was he here, why did he care? It made her head hurt trying to figure it out, and with the drugs they had her on it was easy to confuse her. Thought it was a large bone of contention, she didn’t want anything for the pain, the tastes of addiction to close still, when she tried to roll on the bed and had lost her breath from the pain she had changed her mind and agreed to some pain medication. After explaining her plan she watched in surprise as it was Vixen that left the room. Of course she didn’t realize this immediately for she was attempting to sit.
Sliding her legs to the side had turned the room on its head, and she had to grip the bed rail to keep from falling off the surface. Squeezing her eyes closed to gather the breath that was sucked from her, she slowly opened them to find Freddy crouching down by her. Giving him a weak smile, “I’m okay, just dizzy, the food sucks here.” Norah wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince at that moment though, Freddy or herself. Feeling his hand on her knee she lifted her face to meet his eyes, seeing the concern and care there she felt lost.
Manny had tried to love her but she never gave him the chance, and other than that no-one in her life had taken the time to care about or for her, only what they could get from her. Arching a brow at his words she turned her head a little away, feeling the pressure of tears. She was not weak and she sure as hell wouldn’t cry, but she was afraid that she would end up stuck here. “Why would you do that?” She asked softly, pursing her lips. “A day or two is a day or two too many.” Looking down at herself she sighed again, she was littered with cuts and bruises, worse than the last time Clive had laid hands on her. Feeling a shiver at the memories of that night, the fear of dying she swallowed thickly. “What makes you so sure I know who it is?” She asked, another raising of her brow. It was short lived though, of course she knew who it was.
Not fighting when he gently eased her back down she fixed the wires around her, unable to stop the hiss of pain as she adjusted. Something about being told she was one of his, the way he spoke of her stubbornness she was unable to stop it, a tear slid down her cheek. “You’re a bastard, making me cry.” Closing her eyes at his touch she reached for his hand and squeezed it, finding comfort for the first time since she had left home. “His name is Clive, he’s my ex.” Opening her eyes again she pressed her face to his hand, “He just got his job back at the Inferno, that’s where you can find him.” Biting her sore lip she waited a beat, “Will you stay until I fall back asleep before kicking his ass?”
Black Knight || Freddy & Norah
A pimp beat on his women to get them to obey. Freddy and Damien were not pimps. They’d had a few women in the past that triggered a hit or two in anger and Freddy had killed one of his actresses for getting herpes and spreading it to their lead male. All those actions were in anger. He was angry now, but not at Norah. All he’d invested so far in to the woman was time and that he had enough of. It wasn’t an easy business to find really quality, dedicated people for. Beautiful people knew they were beautiful most of the time and didn’t want to sink to getting fucked in front of a camera. Freddy wasn’t really in to the politics of whether or not it was right. He made a good deal of money from his movies and that was all that mattered. For someone to hurt one of his girls knowingly? This person must not know who they were dealing with. Freddy Carver may look like a rugged old range hand but he was not a man to be trifled with. Not only was he willing to kill you but he had plenty of places to hide your body and on top of that he had loads of money if he were ever caught. Good luck getting him prosecuted.
He watched the exchange between Norah and Vixen expecting Vixen to step in, taking over the situation and asking him to leave the room. Freddy was not going to have that. Before the redhead could react, Freddy stepped closer to the hospital bed and shot Vixen a look telling her to make scarce. She’d worked with the Carver brothers long enough to know when to back down. The woman nodded and gave a weak smile to Norah before walking out of the room. Norah swung out over the bed and Freddy crouched down in front of her while she got her head together. She was hurt and this was no little boo-boo that would heal with mommy’s kisses and a fucking Band-Aid. He liked Norah. She was the most natural thing he’d ever seen in front of his camera. Not only that, but she took no shit. He could have been a pig and wanted a live screen test, screwing her to have a taste before the actors got to her but he didn’t. There was something about her that he was drawn to. Much like Damien must be with Vixen; Freddy wanted Norah around.
Ever so gently he placed one of his aging hands on her knee. Inside he laughed in that moment. He wasn’t sure how Damien had landed someone like Vixen. She was young, beautiful and full of life and Freddy was sure Damien wanted her around because he helped him not feel old. Freddy had never wanted to settle down and something about Norah made him want that and he’d never even kissed the woman. It was a draw he could do nothing about except take the heartache because she would never want an old asshole like him. “Whoa, there little filly. You ain’t going nowhere. You think I didn’t talk to the doc before coming in here? The conversation we had, he said you needed a day or two and then you could come home.” Freddy waved his head around to take in all her bruises. “What I want from you, and really it is all we need right now is to know what happened. I want to know the name of the person who did this and I want to know where I can find them. And before you give me some bullshit story,” Freddy put a hand up in protest, “I will find out one way or another so it might as well be from you.”
Standing, Freddy gingerly touched her shoulder and forced her to lie back down. She was connected to a heart monitor, blood oxygen monitor and had IV fluid which likely contained something for pain which is why she moved as freely as she had. Even if it had hurt it would have hurt a hell of a lot worse without meds. He looked her over. Even without make up she was gorgeous. She didn’t need anything. “I know you don’t want to hear it. I know you’ll likely say no because you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met in my life, but you gotta let me take care of this one. You’re one of mine now and a Carver man takes care of his own.” Without thought he slowly caressed her temple with the back of his fingers. “Who did this, Norah. I need to know.”
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Norah could swear she saw joy in the man’s eyes as he dealt blow after blow to her. Not that she was surprised; he seemed the type that got off on hurting others. This thought remained in her head and didn’t go past her lips. Her head was starting to spin, and she felt blood dripping from her mouth. Seeing specks of it on the money made her stomach churn but Norah had no idea what he would do if she happened to puke on his shoes. Running her tongue along the inside of her mouth she felt the chipped tooth near the back and then pushing on it felt it wiggle. Motherfucker, she thought to herself, knowing it was one more comment to keep to herself.
Pulling her head back when he knelt down she was unable to stop the slight tremble at the nearness. Her breathing was labored both from fear and pain, and she bit into her cheek to keep a whimper down when he pretty much stated he was going to torture her. Her stomach once again rolled, this time in disgust as he touched her face, licking her tears. Narrowing her eyes she opened her mouth to curse him, but realizing it might just be the trigger to change his mind she shut it again. Closing her eyes she felt the pressure build behind them. This was not to be a one-time encounter, he was far from done with her. Forcing her eyes open she was relieved he was leaving and that he had moved.
Slowly moving to her knees she was able to stand, her legs feeling weak and she hoped they didn’t buckle under her. Wrapping her arms around herself she sighed, her head shooting up to meet his eyes at his final comment. “Fuck you,” she spat out, unable to hold it back. More words threatened to spill forth but she stepped back instead. “Just get the fuck out,” she said again, moving back to the other door, the exit for the strippers. Putting her hand on the knob she pulled it open and quickly stepped into the hall, closing it behind her. Feeling the tears again she hurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Sliding to the floor she finally let the tears fall down her cheeks. *b
Secrets | Titus & Norah
Titus took great pride in the ass whippings he doled out. What an eventful day this turned in to. Showing up at the Inferno was only supposed to be part of his favorite pastime of fucking with people’s heads but he’d gotten so much more out of this trip then he’d ever expected. Not getting his rocks off wasn’t a concern. He could certainly find another to finish the job thins bitch has started but there was a certain thrill to making another person bleed; especially a bitch like this. Rachel Wagner worked hard to hide the details of her past and yet they were relatively easy for Titus to find. How she thought she was getting away with anything was beyond him. Just because an idiot like Seth Gaines didn’t care about her past. Honestly that just showed how useless the man was. He didn’t care who was on his stage as long as he was getting fucked. Titus had to wonder what it would do for business to find out the lead dancer at the club had once been an underage porn star.
Everything about the moment excited him. When she fell to her knees he took the opportunity to actually zip up his pants. Watching her bleed; coughing blood and even though he knew it was likely from a broken tooth or a split lip, Titus was pleased to see the red matter dripping off her lower lip. She certainly was a fighter but the sting he felt on the shaft of his dick killed any uplifting thoughts he would have had about Norah. He should kill her, but that was way too easy. No, Norah Baldwin needed to pay. She needed to suffer. He wanted this to be long and drawn out and something the cunt would never forget. Titus squatted beside her enjoying her efforts of trying to get back to her feet. “No, Norah. I am not going to kill you. Where’s the fun in that?” Reaching over he took his index finger and wiped just under her eye to catch a tear. They weren’t quite falling but they wanted too. Licking the saltiness off his finger he stood again. “I am going to make your life a living hell. And what are you going to do about it, Porn Star?” The man belly laughed. He was so thrilled with the interaction.
“Oh I’ll get out. But you better keep one I open and scanning for me the entire time.” Titus had taken a few steps back watching her get to her feet. Her knee shook but it wasn’t going to bring her sympathy. There was nothing she could do to earn that. No, Norah was going to pay and not because she’d hurt him but simply because she existed. Just like his little brother Adam, Norah needed to be raced from existence. There was hardly a thrill in killing Adam, not like the torment Steven has put himself through before he killed himself. That is what he wanted. He wanted to watch her suffer like Steven did before killing her – if it came to that. She might be more fun than he’d ever expected. “I’ll get out,” he repeated quieter, “but you’ll be seeing me around, sweetheart. I guarantee it. Keep the money. You obviously need it more than me given you have to suck dick to earn it. A real shame you never could put that degree to use, huh?”
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Black Knight || Freddy & Norah
Freddy and Damien Carver would always agree on one thing – making money. The ranch was pretty much self-sustaining making enough to pay for the upkeep of the fences, the horses, the cattle, the feed and even the taxes. The side businesses the brothers ventured out on were more of a retirement plan, for Freddy at least. Damien had kids he was still supporting even though they lived in Citrus Heights with their stupid mother. That was hard to watch because as gruff as the Carver men were Freddy knew Damien loved his kids. Well, his daughter anyway. Damien Junior was an idiot but Savannah was a pretty cool kid. The porn business, while vile to most, was lucrative. They had rules they followed to keep everything on the up and up and unlike a lot of porn producers Freddy and Damien took good care of their actors.
Norah Baldwin was set to be one of their newest actresses. She’d tested well, looked good on camera and was a real beauty aside from being a spitfire. Freddy really liked her and liked her no-nonsense attitude. He could see why Vixen got along with the woman. Where he’d on occasion been a tad jealous of his brother’s relationship with the redhead Norah was someone he wanted in his life more. For Freddy Carver he didn’t really know what that meant. It was a rare occurrence liking a woman enough to see her again and he’d never even fucked her – not that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. When Vixen called him to say Norah had been hurt Freddy made the long drive from Temecula without hesitation. She was an investment at this point and if for no other reason he needed to protect his assets.
Hearing she was hurt and seeing the results were two different things. Freddy was no gentleman. He had no qualms hitting a woman if he felt they had it coming but to see Norah like this was different and it pulled at a piece of him he didn’t think he had. Rage built inside him and he kept his clenched fist behind his back as he stepped in to the room. Immediately Norah started with her snarky attitude causing the older man to smile. “You gonna tell me I should see what the other guy looks like?”
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Her reaction may not have been immediate but her anger surged faster than she had ever experienced, almost as quick as lighting a match. Her blue eyes were narrowed at him, she didn’t give a shit about the money, she was done, and he could get his rocks off elsewhere. His knowledge of her past had set her on a course to be more sensitive but he made it worse with his mocking and though she knew she could be seen as a whore, she wasn’t going to give into him. With her anger surging so fast he shouldn’t have been surprised her teeth came out, and truthfully it could have been a lot worse for him. His yell in anger had her moving back and going for the exit, the tension level increasing a hundred fold. Almost making it away she felt the impact of his fist connecting with her face and her knees gave out. He was much bigger than her and stronger, but Norah thought she had time to escape, she was wrong.
Norah didn’t count the hits, only raising her arms in defense of her face and trying to scoot away from him. She had yelled out in pain but didn’t know if the bouncers heard and she couldn’t depend on them intervening anyway. Breathing hard she felt her vision shaky and she didn’t have time to react before his hands found her mouth, stuffing the dirty money in and making her gag. Crying out in pain at the punches she slumped forward only to be sent onto her back from the kick. Tears from the pain were mixing with the blood from her nose and mouth and the metallic taste was making her gag even more. Spitting the money out she turned her head to cough, seeing flecks of blood.
Going up on her elbow she didn’t dare make eye contact with him, at least she didn’t plan on it. Norah was not a quitter but she didn’t need the shit beat out of her anymore. When he spoke though she lifted her eyes, which glinted with unshed tears and pure hatred, and took a breath before speaking. “You gonna kill me?” She asked, her voice labored from the kick and punches. Sitting up a bit more, despite the pain, she wrapped one arm around her waist. Part of her wanted to attack him, but she knew that would be stupid, though not a quitter she knew when not to fight a battle. “Get out,” she said softly, lifting one hand to dab at her split lip and test to see if her nose was broken.
Secrets | Titus & Norah
More times than not in Titus’s life his anger was calculated. No matter how much he loved to mentally fuck with a person if you were on the receiving end of his rage than you were there because the man felt you deserved it. And being deserving of Titus’s rage meant certain pain for the recipient. The trip to the Inferno was about intimidation and not even the strong-arming of the woman on her knees before him but what a glorious bonus she’d become. There was something intoxicating about the fear and frustration illuminating off of her. Despite the gentleness of her touch and the feel of her tongue as it danced around his cock Titus knew she was not happy to be on her knees before him.
When you laugh at the woman sucking your dick it’s really a toss-up how they are going to react. Given Norah was already on edge since he knew so much about her it wasn’t a surprise when she became angry and pulled away. Expecting her upset and dealing with the aftermath – her teeth raking across his shaft – were two totally different things. If not for the immediate pain Titus would have laughed some more and there was a slight edge to his tone that bordered on having fun still. “Cunt!” he snapped as she pulled back to stand. This was a matter of principal now because Titus always repaid those he felt had something coming. Pulling his pants over his hips and zipping them a little so they didn’t fall when he moved, the man let his rage build before cracking his knuckles and clearing the distance between them. There would be no grabbing and no threatening; in fact, no other words were spoken outside the spewing of the hateful name as he punched her in the face.
Norah was tiny compared to Titus and it didn’t take much to knock her over. One hit, then two, turned in to about ten before he took a moment to fix his hair. Kneeling in front of her staring at the blood on her face he relished the throbbing in coming from his knuckles. Grabbing one of the bills Titus pried the tiny blonde’s mouth open and shoved one of the bills in. “I insist. You deserve payment.” Narrowing his eyes he punched her in the stomach twice before standing again and kicking her in the side. “You were born a whore. If you’re not careful you’ll die one.”
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Black Knight || Freddy & Norah
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The beeping sound was enough to drive anyone crazy, but in her anxious state it was making her skin crawl. Norah hated hospitals, but more than that she hated being weak. Weak was what Rachel was, and she was never going to be Rachel again. Never letting her guard down, always being so careful she still wasn’t sure how the hell this had happened. Norah had a new job lined up; she had passed the physical test and was going for the screen test, now none of that was going to happen. How the hell was she supposed to explain to the Carver’s she couldn’t work right now because she was laid up in a hospital bed. Clenching her fist in frustration brought a wave of pain and she looked down to see the bruising on her wrists. Fighting back any emotion she had called Vixen to let her know, needing someone to pick her up anyway, the hospital wouldn’t release her otherwise. Not that she had anywhere to go; she doubted the door was fixed on her apartment.
Shuddering at the memory she closed her eyes, resting was the only thing she could do until Vixen got there anyway. Every part of her hurt and it could be relieved with a push of the button but Norah refused the pain medication, sticking with Advil instead. With fractured ribs and bruising the nurses told her it would be okay to use the pain killer, it wasn’t addictive, but Norah would not take that chance. Not sure how long she was out she opened her good eye when hearing the foot falls in the room, seeing Vixen she let out a sigh of relief, but then her breath caught, for there was Freddy behind her. Looking at Vixen, eyes wide, she didn’t want them to see her like this. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” she finally eeked out after a minute, her throat swollen and bruised, practically showing every digit of Clive’s hands.
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When Norah had first left home she thought that she would soon hold the world in her hands, but once her feet had hit the sandy shores it was anything but what she imagined. Leonard had buried her in a deep hole but then pulled her out to toss her away, leaving her once again with nothing. Rather than trying to reinvent Rachel she decided to make herself someone else completely. Changing her name and adopting a hard outer shell Norah Baldwin was born. Working endlessly to better herself she used the one thing she had, her body, to make her money; money for the now and money for the later. Finally working her way into the top spot at the Inferno had not been easy, and having to grovel to get it back had been almost the worst thing she had done in her life. Now though, as she went to her knees she knew it wasn’t that bad. Forcing her mind to refocus with a quick bite to her tongue she began working her magic against the man before her. The man that screamed danger and something even darker, a something she was sure she didn’t want to encounter.
Placing soft skin against his hardening cock she used her pillow lips to take him in as fingers worked against the hotness of his balls. It was easy to turn off her brain and work almost robotically. Most of the time the men she was here with didn’t notice, or didn’t care, but something told her that this man wasn’t like that. Norah knew she should open her eyes, force herself to at least appear more in the moment, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. His cock was already hard which meant she could get straight to work and that is what she did, taking him into her mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth, working her tongue in swirls against him as her lips created a soft vibration. Squeezing his balls gently she slowly massaged them hoping to bring him to a quick finish.
It was similar to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, the way his chuckle played out in the room, almost echoing in her ears. She couldn’t stop the anger that boiled to the surface and threatened to spill out. Her eyes opened and that was, if possible, more aggravating for she could see the gloating on his features, the pleasure he was getting from her humiliation. Without a second thought she pulled her head back, her teeth scrapping across him in the process, and though she hadn’t bit down exactly, her mouth was tight around him and it wouldn’t feel good. She said nothing as a popping sound filled the room, anger flaring in her eyes. “Take your money and get the fuck out.” She said firmly and loudly, going to stand and move away from him.
Secrets | Titus & Norah
Titus had gone to the Inferno for nothing more than the opportunity to fuck with a shit-head client that owed a really huge debt. He was not at all above paying for sex – not because he needed to but he thrived off the empowerment it gave him. There was no such thing as a gentle reminder for the man – if you were the target of his current focus he could be relentless. Details were his specialty and a woman who sucked dick in the back room of a strip club was a simple target. Norah Baldwin was that much more interesting when he discovered her roots so seeing her in the bar that day was nothing more than an added bonus. He would not deny her beauty. Despite his severe lack of empathy Titus had needs and he liked them to be met. Trending towards the kinkier side of life and yes, even sometimes violence, but only because of the rush it gave him. He did not drink alcohol or use drugs of any sort – not even over the counter pain medications. Not because he was some hokey religious freak but because he felt it impaired his sense far too much.
When the blonde near-hesitant dropped to her knees he smirked. Flashing money to a whore was always easy. No matter where the situation was heading that money meant food on the table for her and he knew what it was like to be starving. People do unthinkable things when they are desperate and even though Miss Rachel Wagner, or Norah Baldwin as she now liked to be called, never once appeared desperate she was still on her knees in front of him. The glance at the cash had not gotten past him either but she was damn near refusing to look him in the eye. That rather angered him but when her hands started groping him he had to admit the woman had some skill. Her hands were warm and her skin soft – even if he had tried to fight it would have been a losing battle. His dick was hard before she had him all the way out. It was easy for Titus to focus on other things when degrading someone and he tried to remember the last time he got a decent cock-sucking.
Norah’s tongue glided across the tip of his shaft forcing his hip to thrust forward driving more of himself toward her mouth. Wanted her to make eye contact he chuckled. There was a sense of accomplishment welling inside him that she started to slide his cock in to her mouth. Hard as a rock, he was obviously enjoying her performance but he wanted her to know he’d won this round and it likely was not going to end there now that he’d intimidated her and gotten her to her knees both literally and figuratively.
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