Chapter 6 – Brief Surrender

New Year’s Eve.

Every year I was invited to Rinaldo Moretti’s house to celebrate the coming of a new year, and every year I went.  Each party was exactly like the previous year’s with only the dates on people’s paper hats changing.  I clanged champagne glasses with Rinaldo at midnight, kissed Mrs. Moretti on the cheek, and put up with a bunch of assholes patting me on the back and telling me how promising the next year was going to be.

Whatever.

At exactly one in the morning, I felt I had paid my due respects and had the valet bring my car to me.  He dropped the keys to the Mazda in my hand with a look of distaste, but I only took the convertible out in nice weather.  Apparently a forty-thousand-dollar car wasn’t up to his usual standards, so I didn’t bother to tip the asshole.

The Audi convertible I had was actually acquired without cost to me since I kept it after killing its original owner.  I never would have spent that much money on a car.  I was a relatively frugal guy, and tended to keep my money liquid and close to me.  At some point the winds could change, and having a good escape plan involved a decent amount of cash.  Why waste it when the public transportation was so close to my apartment?  I liked taking the bus most of the time, anyway – it was always good for people watching.

The ride home brought me within a couple of blocks of where I figured Bridgett would be.  I had almost considered giving her up as some kind of New Year’s resolution – I was starting to feel dependent on her.  If I was in town on the weekend, I almost always had her over for a night.

Sometimes two.

It didn’t exactly fit my miserly nature, but I needed the release and the sleep.  More and more often, I was finding myself unable to think as clearly as I normally did, and it worried me more than I cared to admit. My sessions with Bridgett were more expensive than going to see Mark the Shrink, but they kept me going, and I had a lot to get done.  Talking to him left me cold inside – Bridgett was warm.

I had seen Mark Duncan again the other day.

“How do you think your experiences changed you?”

“They didn’t.”

“Evan, no one comes out of something like that without some damage.”

“Not a mark on me – they were really careful about that.”

“There are other kinds of scars.”

I blinked a few times to bring myself back to the present.

After a bit of internal debate regarding resolutions and finances, I finally came to a conclusion.  I had no actual target to go after for the evening, and I decided New Year’s Eve was really a crappy night to start resolutions after all.

The light changed to green, and I looked behind my shoulder before I quickly changed lanes and headed in the opposite direction from my apartment.  There were nothing but drunks, cops, and me out on the road, so I drove with caution over to the red light district and the street corner by the drug store where Bridgett’s pimp could usually be found.

Two minutes later, Bridgett was in the passenger seat, and I was driving us back to my apartment.

“Happy New Year,” she said with a smile.

“Nice outfit,” I commented back.

Bridgett looked down at her dress, if you could call it that.  It showed the top of her nipples, with her tits outlined in red sequins.  Happy New Year was scrawled in blue sequins across her bare belly.

“You like it?” she asked with another big smile.

“It’s atrocious,” I replied honestly, “and you look like you’re freezing.”

“I am,” she admitted.

I cranked up the heat.

“You’re all decked out,” she said as she reached up and ran her fingers over the edge of the bowtie.  “A tux?  You been out partying?”

“I guess,” I said.  “I was at a party, anyway.”

“You aren’t much of a partier, are you?”

“Probably not in the way you mean.”

Her fingers made their way down the lapels of the jacket and then to my thigh.

“You look nice,” she said softly.

Her hand gripped my leg, and my cock seemed to recognize the touch.  I was briefly temped to have her blow me or jerk me off there in the car, but it was New Year’s Eve and I was bound to get pulled over with her lips around my dick.

“Save that thought, babe,” I said.  “I don’t think you want us to get arrested.”

Bridgett’s hand moved up and brushed the edge of my dick before she pulled it away and ran it up her own thigh.  Her skirt moved up a little, following the motion.

“Vixen,” I murmured.

Bridgett giggled.

By the time we reached the elevator of my apartment, her hands were all over me.  She reached around the cummerbund and into the tux pants, yanked out the button down shirt, and ran her hand down inside and over my ass.

“Eagar tonight?” I asked with a raise of my brows.

Her response was to crush her lips to mine.  My hand grabbed the back of her head and held her there as my tongue explored her mouth.  Her fingers dug into my ass, and my free hand moved up to cup one of her tits, which was still seriously cold from the night wind.

Then the elevator door opened.

Bridgett tensed and jumped back a bit, but there wasn’t anyone there.  I took her hand and led her out the door but only just into the hallway.  I quickly undid the tux trousers and pulled them open.

“On your knees,” I commanded.

“Here?” she asked as she glanced up and down the hallway.  “What happened to not wanting to get arrested?”

“No one is going to arrest me here,” I told her.  “My boss owns this place.  Now get on your knees and suck me off.”

I took a step back and leaned against the wall.  Pulling her closer to me, I put a hand on her shoulder and guided her down to the floor.  She glanced down the hall once, then back up at me as she positioned herself right in front of my crotch.

“Did you think you could just tease me in the car and get away with it?” I asked with a slight smirk.  I reached in, took my cock out of my tuxedo pants, and guided her head to the tip.  “Suck.”

Her warm mouth engulfed me, and I watched her eyes seduce me as her lips moved around my shaft.  My fingers traced over the frigid skin of her cheek, and I found myself mildly annoyed that her pimp had them all out in the cold dressed like they were.

All hookers should work in Florida or something.

“You look good like that,” I told her.  My hand moved into her hair and set a slightly faster rhythm for her.  “On your knees, out here in the open with your lips around my cock.  You love pleasing me, don’t you?”

She hummed around my dick, and I tilted my face towards the ceiling as I unloaded into her warm mouth.  My eyes dropped back down, and she sucked and tongued until there was nothing left to clean off.

She’d definitely honed her skills in the blowjob department.

I reached down and helped her up with one hand and put my dick away with the other.  Bridgett wiped her mouth, and we went into my apartment.  I took Odin out for a quick piss and came back to Bridgett hanging out on my couch.

It looked very…familiar.

With a slight shake of my head, I went into the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of water, and offered one to Bridgett as well.

“So what party did you go to?” she asked.

“Just a basic New Year’s party,” I answered.

“That’s all you have to say about it?”

“Pretty much.”  I took a long sip of my water, leaned back against the couch, and closed my eyes.

She didn’t take the hint.

“You don’t like holidays much, do you?”

“Not really.”

“Why not?” she asked.

I sighed and opened my eyes enough to glare at her.

“I really just want to rehydrate a bit and then go to bed, okay?  I didn’t pay you to run your mouth.”

Her eyes narrowed at me for a moment, but then she smiled what I assumed was supposed to be an apology and snuggled up to me.  I put an arm around her shoulders, leaned back against the couch again, and just felt her fingers trace over my chest.

Of course, that didn’t last long.

“You’ve been picking me up at least once a week for three months,” Bridgett said, “but you never tell me anything about yourself.”

“That’s because you’re my favorite hooker,” I replied, “and not my shrink.”

“You have a shrink?”  Her head tilted up to look at me, and her hair tickled my chin as she moved.

My eyes flicked over to her for a moment as I studied her expression.  She was surprised to hear me say it and waited for the confirmation.  There was something else in her gaze as well, something that wanted to claim she knew it all along.

Her expression softened slightly before she spoke again.

“For what happened to you…over in the Middle East, right?”

Unexpected words.

I was taken off-guard and couldn’t respond right away.

“What makes you say that?” I finally asked.  I cleared my throat, turned my eyes from her, and sipped my water.  I racked my brain trying to remember what I might have told her, but I didn’t come up with much.  She knew I was in the Marines, but I hadn’t told her anything else.

“You talk in your sleep.”

“What the fuck?  I do not.”

“Not often,” she said, “but you have – a couple of times.”

I watched her carefully, but she didn’t appear to be lying about it.

“What did I say?”

“Oh no,” she replied.  “I’m not that easy.”

I had to roll my eyes at her, which earned me a giggle.  I set my bottle of water down on the end table and reached over to grab her by the waist and pull her into my lap.  With one hand, I held her down against my cock while the other one circled both her wrists and held them behind her back.  I brought her up against my chest and leaned forward until our noses were almost touching.

“Not easy?”  I raised an eyebrow at her.  “I think you need to remember who’s paying for you tonight.”

“You don’t have to say shit like that you know.”

“Say what?”

“Say that you pay for me.”

“I do pay for you.”

Bridgett sighed and looked away for a moment.  Her lips mashed together, and her chest rose with a deep, frustrated breath.

“It’s only fucking,” I reminded her again.  If she kept this up, I was going to have to replace her.  Actually, I was already quite sure that was the right thing to do, but something was keeping me from just heading to another street corner for another convenient ass.

“It would only be fucking if you ever fucked me,” Bridgett countered.  “You don’t fuck me.  You just want to fool around and then fall asleep.”

I raised an eyebrow at her but had to consider her words.  I hadn’t fucked her – not really.  Blow jobs, titty fucking, hand jobs in the car – all of that, but I hadn’t actually fucked her.

I pulled her down against my cock again and tilted my hips at the same time to push up against her core.  She gasped a little, and her tongue reached out to wet her bottom lip.

“I want your ass,” I told her.  “You don’t like it in the ass.”

“Why do you say that?”

I rolled my eyes.  The sheer amount of evidence I had collected on that subject would have taken a good ten minutes to divulge.

“Are you saying you do like it in the ass?” I asked, challenging her.

Her eyes stayed on mine for a moment.

“It would be okay with you,” she finally said.

There were other words on the tip of her tongue – words about what other men had done to her – but she was smart enough not to say anything about them.  When I was paying for her, I didn’t want her talking about other johns she was fucking.

“I don’t need this,” I informed her.  “You’re here to help me relax and sleep, not to give me a line of bullshit.  If I wanted that, I’d get a real girlfriend.”

She tensed a little.

“Don’t do that,” she said quietly.

My fingers grabbed a hold of her chin, and I forced her to look at me.

“Do I need to find someone else?” I asked her.

“Why are you saying that?”

“Because you’re trying to take this someplace it’s not going,” I said.  “You are trying to make this shit something it’s never going to be.  I told you this was about fucking from the beginning, and you’re still trying to make it something else.”

“You don’t fuck me,” she said again.

“You want to get fucked?”

“At least it would be about fucking then!” she snapped back.

For a long moment we just stared at each other.  Her fingers flexed and gripped my shoulders, and my hardened cock pressed tightly between her legs.

I felt challenged, and I wasn’t sure if I liked the feeling or not.

“Get in there,” I finally said coldly.

Her tongue darted out over her lips, and her eyes dropped from my gaze to my mouth and then back again.  She glanced over at the bedroom door like she didn’t already know what was behind it.

I grabbed her chin again and turned her towards me.

“You want me to fuck you in the ass or not?”

Her head nodded slightly.

“Then get in that bedroom, get your clothes off, and get on your hands and knees.”

At first, she didn’t move but just looked at me for another long moment.  I raised an eyebrow at her, and she suddenly disengaged herself from my lap and rushed into the bedroom.

I smiled, gave her a minute, and then walked into the room myself.

Just as instructed, she was naked in the center of the bed on all fours, waiting for me.  I went from semi-erect to raging hard-on in about four seconds as I approached the bed.  I walked around it, taking in the sight on her spread out and waiting for me.  Her thighs trembled a bit as I made my way around the bed to the nightstand.  Her eyes followed me as I opened a drawer and took out a bottle and a condom.  I could hear her breath quicken as I moved back behind her, reached out, and ran my hand over her backside.

“Nice,” I said softly as I let my fingers trail down the back of her leg.  “You ready for me?”

“Yes,” she said with a breathless whisper.

Hesitating, I crawled onto the bed behind her, ran my hands up and down her legs, and then paused at the top.  I took her ass in both hands, fondled and played with it, spreading the cheeks and feeling my heartbeat increase as my goal was revealed.

I let my hands travel up and down her back once before releasing her and ripping open the condom wrapper.  As I placed the condom at the end of my dick, I realized I hadn’t actually had the need to use one with Bridgett before.  After three months, we still hadn’t been quite that intimate.  I pushed the thought from my mind as I rolled it up my shaft.  With a small bottle of water-based lube in my hand, I crawled up behind her and surveyed the sight from close proximity.

The globes of her ass were as fabulous as they could be – a little bigger than average, round, and jiggly.  I dropped the lube to the side and used both hands to run all over them, squeeze them, get to know them some more.

I hadn’t done that with her before – really gotten to know her ass.  I usually did with women, but it had been so obvious she had bad experiences with anal in the past that I didn’t want to push it or tease myself.  Now I took the time, felt her flesh intimately, and watched it move in the mesmerizing way only ass-flesh could.

Bridgett turned to look back at me, and I could see the apprehension in her face, even if she did say she wanted it.  Part of me knew better.  Part of me knew this was going to take us someplace I didn’t want to go and she wouldn’t want to go if she knew any better.  She didn’t though, and I was happy enough forcing the logical thoughts out of my head for a piece of ass.

It just looked so good, and I hadn’t really fucked a girl since Lia.

I closed my eyes a moment and mentally rolled my eyes at myself for thinking about a girl from the past while I was about to fuck another one.  I forced thoughts of Lia away and focused on the ass in front of me.

One hand dropped down over her thigh and grabbed the lube.  I dispensed a good amount on two of my fingers as my other hand gripped her butt and parted her cheeks.  Her little puckered hole winked back at me as I slid a lubricated fingertip over it.

Bridgett let out a sharp breath, and I paused for a moment before I started inserting my finger in her ass slowly, just to the first knuckle as I worked that much in her.  It was obvious she had taken cock here before, and my finger entered her pretty easily, but I still wanted to go slow.

I liked going slow.

Once my finger was inside, I pulled it back, joined it with another, and worked that one in, too.  Her body didn’t resist.  Whether or not she enjoyed it, she at least knew what to do.

I covered my condom-enclosed dick with more lube and positioned myself behind her.  With cock in hand, I moved the tip to her hole and slowly inserted it.

“Fuck, yeah,” I moaned.

Bridgett gasped and her arms shook just a little.

“Relax, baby,” I said softly.  My hand caressed her butt cheek and then moved up her back.  “Just stay up on your knees.  You don’t have to hold yourself up with your arms.  Lie down and spread your legs a bit more.”

She nodded once, then moved her arms out to the side and turned her head so her cheek was against the mattress.  Her eyes found mine, and they were still apprehensive.

“That’s it, baby.”

Slowly I entered her again, going just slightly deeper before backing out.  Her ass was tight and warm, and my cock was throbbing to get all the way inside of it, but the slow burn was so worth the reward at the end.  I’d keep my slow pace.

A little further, back out again, a little more.

My hands gripped both cheeks, spreading them to make way for my cock and squeezing them gently at the same time.  The sight was beautiful as her body gave way to me, and my dick slipped further inside her bowels.

Half way.

“You feel so good,” I said, “so tight on my cock.”

I closed my eyes and pushed a little farther, back again, forward.  I moved slowly in and out of her until I finally, finally, buried myself up to my balls in her ass.

I practically collapsed over the top of her for a moment while I got used to the felling of being in her.  The muscles in her ass tensed, squeezing my cock and making me sigh out loud.  Warm breath traveled over her back, and Bridgett shivered.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I’m okay,” she replied.  Her voice was breathless but her eyes less worried.  The tension in her shoulders diminished as I kissed one of them before rising back up onto my knees.

With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other reaching up to palm one of her tits, I started moving.  Slow, deep, gentle.  My eyes closed as I placed my forehead on her back and just felt.

If I believed in a god, it would be the god of women’s asses.

My hand moved to her belly, running my fingers over her skin.  I could feel a couple of the ridiculous sequins that had been glued to her skin come off as my hand brushed over them.  I traveled lower, felt the smooth skin between her legs, found her opening, and slid my finger inside.

Bridgett cried out, and her fingers gripped the sheet.  They coiled around the fabric tight enough to make me pause briefly, assessing her and ultimately deciding her cries were of pleasure.  My fingers moved inside of her, and my thumb brushed over her clit.

“Evan!”

With one hand on her breast and the fingers of the other sliding in and out of her, she began to push back against my cock.

“That’s it, baby,” I whispered.  “Feel that.”

Bridgett moaned into the mattress, and I decided the sound was a pretty good one.  My thumb rubbed her clit in circles, then pressed as I thrust deeper, then rolled again in time with my hips.  My fingers kept up with the same rhythm, and though the angle reaching around her was a little difficult, it was worth it to feel her pussy clenching around my fingers as my cock filled her ass.

My hand moved from her tit to her hip, and I used it as leverage to set a little faster pace.  The grip her body had on my dick was fantastic, and every time I pulled back it felt like she was dragging me right back in.

Warm, tight hole and big, round ass cheeks bouncing around as I thrust into her…

Perfection.

“Do you know how easy it would be to fuck you in the ass from this position?”

My own echoed words floated around in my head, causing me to pause for a moment before refocusing my attention on the woman in front of me.  She was rocking back and forth on her knees, trying to keep up with my movements.  I leaned over her back and placed my mouth against her shoulder blade.

“Feels so good,” I mumbled against her skin.  “My cock in your ass…love how that feels.”

She shuddered, and her hand reached back as if she was trying to touch me – touch us – but she couldn’t quite reach.  My hand moved over hers, laced our fingers together, and I started thrusting faster.  My thumb and fingers kept pace, and when I pushed down against her I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers, my cock – everything.

I pressed against her with the pad of my thumb, and she cried out incoherently.  Her legs trembled, and I reached around her waist to keep her from falling to the sheets.  I stroked her with my fingers a couple more times as she panted beneath me, then raised myself up, grabbed her hips, and started to move again.

Not faster, but deeper and with more purpose.  I didn’t hold back but felt her body give way to mine, hugging my cock and giving me everything that was her.

I arched my back, thrust into her one final time, and let myself go.  My cock shuddered and released into the condom as I held my hips tight up against her ass.  My fingers gripped her backside as I pulled her against me just a bit more and then released her.

My hand went to the base of my shaft, gripped the edge of the condom, and then pulled back slowly.  Bridgett gasped as my cock left her and dropped to her stomach as I backed away from her and got off the bed.  I tossed the condom into the trash in the bathroom and then came back.

She was still on her stomach, and her eyes were closed.  I climbed back into bed and wrapped my arms around her, holding her against my chest.

“You did good,” I told her, though I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to say it.

“It felt good,” she whispered.  “No one ever…used their fingers like that.  I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

I snickered quietly through my nose and was about to ask her what she thought of the other times I had made her come when I suddenly stopped before the words started.

I’d never given her an orgasm before.

Blowjobs and coming on her face had been the norms with her – I hadn’t even given it a second thought prior to ramming her ass.

Should I have?

With my shoulders tensed, my mind wandered to other hookers I’d had in the past – all single night hookups, and as I looked back on it, I hadn’t tried to bring them to orgasm, either.  I had paid for the sex, and in my mind that meant they weren’t entitled to orgasm as well.  Of course, it had always been a one-time thing before, and Bridgett was over here all the time.

It just didn’t occur to me.

I wasn’t even sure why it bothered me, but I couldn’t get it out of my head.  She was right about not fucking her before, of course, but she hadn’t mentioned the orgasms, and I hadn’t thought about it.  Now I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I didn’t understand that, either.

So I rolled her onto her back and fingered her until she was screaming my name.

And then I did it again.

I took her in the ass once more, going slowly and making sure she was moaning in pleasure repeatedly before I took my own.  Then later I had her suck me off in the shower, then took her back to bed and brought her to orgasm with my tongue.  By the time we actually slept, we were both exhausted.

As soon as we woke up, I made breakfast and we started all over again.

After nearly two days of spending every minute either fucking or sleeping, I had to admit I was ready to go to work.

My target awaited his destiny.

All right, he wasn’t waiting for it, but I was ready.  I had to be in Atlanta in the morning to start my new job as his security guard, and I planned on taking the earliest opportunity to end him and come back to my boss with the news.

I was packing light so I could get in and out quickly – just a backpack with two changes of clothes.  I could have them laundered at the hotel.  My plan was to be there only a day or two before I took him out, but I also had to plan for the worst.  It was possible I was going to have to earn his trust before he let me that close.

I was hoping to earn his lust a little quicker.

Bridgett watched me pack.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Don’t ask.”  I tossed a small toiletry bag into the front pocket of my backpack and zipped it up.  A paperback novel I had been meaning to read went in on top of my clothes to occupy my head during the plane ride to the Atlanta airport.

“Why not?”

“Don’t ask that, either.”

“You suck as a conversationalist,” she said with a laugh.

“It’s a good thing you spend a lot of time with my cock in your mouth, then,” I quipped.

Silence.

The lack of question-barrage was so nice, I didn’t actually notice it right away.  I threw a couple more things in the bag, zipped it up, hauled it up over my shoulder, and then started towards the bedroom door.

Bridgett followed slowly.

Odin sneezed, glared at me, and then ran behind one of the chairs in the living room.  He knew when I was going on a longer-than-usual trip.  I wasn’t sure how, but he always knew.  I coaxed him out from behind the chair, leashed him, and then looked back at Bridgett.

She wasn’t actually crying, but her eyes were downcast and her shoulders slumped.

It hit me then why giving a whore an orgasm wasn’t necessarily a great idea, especially not this one.  She was having a hard enough time remembering what our relationship was, and I had just provided her with quite the holiday weekend.

“What?” I asked.  I was being rather gruff, but I also had this feeling she was getting in far too deep for anyone’s benefit.

If I had to really admit it – which I didn’t, so I wouldn’t – I probably liked her.  I wasn’t in love with her or anything ridiculous like that, and I wasn’t about to take her on as my girlfriend instead of my whore, but there was something about her I found intriguing besides the warmth of her mouth on my cock.

She gave me something I needed in the form of comfort and sleep.

I didn’t like the idea of needing her for anything.  I didn’t want to have to rely on anyone for anything.  It just wasn’t a good idea in this business to spread yourself too thin in the loyalty department.  I had already been tested when I had to investigate Jonathan for an alibi, and he was as close to being a friend as anyone I knew.

The fact was, I had only one person who held my loyalty, and that was because he paid me for it.

Handsomely.

I walked over and placed my fingers around her upper arms.  Her muscles tensed, and I could tell she wanted to back away from me, but she didn’t.

“What’s the problem?” I snapped.

Odin crouched down behind the edge of the couch and whined slightly.  Bridgett glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Nothing,” she replied softly.  “It’s all good.”

My hands slid up to her shoulders, and I crouched slightly to get a look into her eyes.

“You need to get something through your head, Bridgett,” I said as I gripped her shoulders just a bit more.  “I’ve said this before, and you don’t have any clever ways of word-smithing it now.  This is fucking – nothing more, nothing less.  My cock goes in various places around your body for cash.  You’re a whore, and I’m a regular john.  There is nothing special here.”

She didn’t look up, and her muscles remained tense.  It occurred to me that she might have thought I was going to hit her.  I wouldn’t have – it wasn’t my style.  If I was going to kill her that would be a whole other story, but I didn’t usually hit people I was going to kill.  Not unless I really needed to do so.

“You got that?” I asked once more.

“I got it,” she answered quietly.

“You need me to cut you off?  Find someone else?”

She looked up at me, and her eyes glistened.  Her throat bobbed as she swallowed twice before she shook her head.  She looked away from me and down to the floor.

“Truth hurts, huh?” I said bluntly, and she flinched as a tear finally escaped from her dampened lashes.

Maybe it was cruel, but it had to be done.  The last thing I needed was a hooker who thought she was more to me than she was, and the last thing she needed was for someone in a rival boss’ business getting the idea she was important to me.

There was just no way I could give her what she wanted.