Fallen Angel

………………………FALLEN ANGEL by Nellskitchen

̼̼ˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑThe Fallen are bored in Heaven and alone in hell.

PART 1 — Mr. Six and Mr. 9 O’clock

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It’s recklessness; she is aware of it and does it anyway. Recklessness comes naturally for some; it does for her.

It’s Tuesday. It’s not her favourite factor, however typically she does triples on Tuesday. Triples tire and confuse a woman. Shoppers’ likes and dislikes get misplaced within the shuffle, and errors get made. She does triples as a result of, in a couple of hours, she makes sufficient to relaxation her physique for a couple of weeks. That’s the upside. There are downsides.

It’s nearing eleven. She has already been with two, one at six, the opposite at 9. Mr. Six was routine. Mr. 9 upset her. Mr. Eleven scares her.

For an additional 2 hundred, she negotiated with Mr. Six. After some forwards and backwards, she conceded the usual condom requirement. It was idiocy. For the cash, she did it.

She met Mr. 9 simply outdoors Washington Sq. Park. Good-looking and pleasant, he proved light and didn’t complain when she dribbled his cum right into a tissue. Ordinarily, she didn’t thoughts swallowing. In spite of everything, good-looking males have a manner of constructing a woman wish to devour them.

He did one thing that perturbed her, nevertheless. He wore his marriage ceremony ring. Swallowing is intimate; a married man’s sperm is his spouse’s property, and guilt follows ingestion.

Oddly, his fondness for betrayal had not stopped her from daydreaming about being his spouse. That delusion crashed when he groaned Marsha’s title as he got here in her mouth. Since she just isn’t Marsha, she spit right into a tissue.

She knew it was his first time with an escort. Visiting the town on enterprise, he half-tearfully admitted to lacking Marsha. He even regretted his resolution. By then, it was too late. He had completed in one other girl, without end compromising his reference to Marsha. To make issues worse, she, a whore, was complicit. She hated herself.

So went the story of Mr. 9 O’clock, Marsha’s husband. Now it’s late, and the alone lady, having slipped the desk clerk a fifty, glides previous the room numbers of the carpeted, ominously silent hallway of her eleven o’clock’s swanky resort.

She has by no means met him, however this specific man frightens her. Their temporary cellphone dialog ought to have served as a storm warning, a gown rehearsal for bother. As a substitute, and regardless of the decision’s outrageousness, she has satisfied herself to see him. Dealing with males is what she does; whoever he’s, her abilities are equal to the duty.

Self-confidence apart, the tone of his name preoccupies her. A nervy kind, that very morning, he intruded on her grocery buying and acted as if it was no large deal.

When her cellphone rang, she had been studying the calorie depend on a plain Yoplait yogurt. Barely paying consideration and intently scanning the container’s tiny print, she assumed the caller to be her girlfriend, Megan. With out completely studying the display, she unwisely picked up.

“Hey…”

“We have to meet,” he stated.

Indifferently, she requested, “Who’re you, Mister?”

“Who I’m is not essential,” he softly insisted. “When can I see you?”

His voice had a slight rasp; it was a pretty mannerism for some cause. His few phrases revealed a lot. His utter disregard for subtlety and laser-focused willpower appealed to her.

Choosing boldness and with out breaking her yogurt inspection, she half-dismissively pressured him. “I do not do walk-ins; name my agent if you’d like time with me.” He is a former skilled boxer, simply so ya know.” She dropped the yogurt into her basket and added, “Apart from, Mister, by definition, you are unvetted. I do not see un-vetted guys.”

“I do not make preparations by different folks,” he mildly scolded. “And no person vets me, ever. I will make it price your whereas. See me tonight. Block out two hours. It is Tuesday. You are busy on Tuesdays, proper? You have got two bookings, so match me in after you have completed with them. What do you say?”

Pushing her cart ahead, she picked up a carton of eggs, rolled her eyes on the worth, and answered neatly. “I would say fuck you, Mister.”

“There’s large cash in it, and you’ll sidestep your standard company price. Your madam takes forty %. In equity, should not that cash be yours?”

He knew an excessive amount of. It made her nervous. How did he know? Panicky, she replied, “I am hanging up, Mister.”

“Magdalene, wait,” he interrupted. “Promise to assume it over. Give me two hours.”

He knew her title! She freaked. Taking the cellphone from her ear, she switched to speaker and frantically searched the display. There was nothing. “Who’re you, Mister?”

“Gown tastefully,” he stated, altering the topic. “Nothing slutty; a enterprise go well with will do, powder blue, with a skirt that reaches the knee. Be ladylike. Above all, be modest; don’t appeal to consideration. There is a pay as you go present card on its option to you; pumps bore me, so store for black heels with straps to bind your ankles.”

“I do not know what you are speaking about, Mister,” she lied. Protectively, she added, “In your fucking data, I do know all about being ladylike. Who gave you this quantity?”

“I bought it how I bought it,” he replied curtly.

“I am hanging up. No manner I am seeing you!”

“Aren’t you interested by me?” He requested.

“Probably not,” she lied once more.

“Sure, you’re,” he insisted. “You might be completely feminine, a basic unhealthy lady; you insist on figuring out the whole lot. You are disobedient and defiant; guidelines imply shit to you. You crave self-discipline; admit it.”

“I am not admitting squat, Mister!”

“You are this all fallacious,” the person corrected. “My supply is a public service, and it is time-sensitive. Settle for it, and I will make you a extra full girl. It is going to work out for each of us, you will see. Say sure.”

He needed to be kidding. Magdalene knew males; she dealt along with her share of crazies. In her firmest voice, she replied, “You are insane, Mister, fuck you.”

A racket shattered her defensive façade, and she or he turned to see a good-looking, twelvish black child balancing himself on a fast-moving skateboard. He held a cellphone to his ear; his sudden look turned the dairy aisle right into a frenzied miniature of the Brooklyn Bridge at rush hour.

Coming straight at her, the grinning boarder almost sideswiped three different clients, considered one of whom, an aged girl, screeched on the sight. As he swooped by, he hurled a brown envelope into Magdalene’s buying cart.

“Hey, child!” she known as. “Watch the place you are…”

By then, three terrified ladies gawked at her, and the boy vanished across the nook on the finish of the aisle. Magdalene scrutinized the envelope and anxiously snarled into her cellphone. “You are fucking nuts, Mister. Do not name me anymore.” She was speaking to the wall; he had hung up.

Emotionally drained, she grabbed the envelope, deserted her cart, and fled to the road, the place she tore open the wrapper. Inside had been twelve crisp a whole lot. Clipped to them was a pay as you go Macy’s present card and clipped to it, a notice:

‘Magdalene,

>>Do not flatter your self; I’m not watching.

>>By now, you’ve gotten left the shop to research what the resourceful Kenvante, an unwitting however succesful affiliate, delivered to your buying cart.

>>Enclosed is your gratuity, the primary of two. When you flip me down, preserve the cash. When you decide to see me, there’s extra the place that got here from. Like the whole lot in life, earnings depend upon efficiency. Assuming you fall inside these pointers, this and your hourly fee of two thousand ought to make for a suitable night. The Macy’s card offers you one other thousand. Bear in mind, powder blue. I will be in contact.’

Magdalene, agitated and dazed, fell again towards the shop window. Shaking her head, she whispered, “Fuck me.”

ˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑˑPART 2 – Mister Eleven O’clock

“So, Mister,” she resolutely started, “I am right here; how about clueing me in on all this; I imply, what is the deal?”

Her tone was assured, her query direct. Her phrases had been meant to maintain him guessing and seethed self-protective scorn. So did her intentional avoidance of eye contact. It was a miscalculation, and it irked her that he disregarded the query.

Just like the outer hallway, his resort room was almost darkish and eerily silent. A trove of candles, the one mild, flickered on both facet of him. Regardless of the subdued glow, his good-looking options stood out. In his fifties, he was tall, sturdy trying. He wore his hair longer than most males do at that age; it was black and sprinkled with grey; the unfastened type grew to become him. Wearing black, he wore denims, a heavy black belt, and a turtleneck.

Magdalene favored his look however didn’t present it. As a substitute, she turned away, casually unbuttoned her blazer, eliminated it, and let it fall to a chair simply inside his room. As a precaution, she had deliberately left the door ajar, and pondering she may have to quick-draw her trusty pepper spray, she left her open purse on the chair.

Magdalene strode a couple of steps nearer to him; her barely extra relaxed demeanor made the assertion that she was not afraid, regardless that she was.

For now, she allotted along with her smart-alecky feedback about his grocery retailer ambush earlier that day. Two steps later, nevertheless, she modified her thoughts, and stopping, she seemed down at him and gave in to her impulses. Sassily, she remarked, “You are a mysterious fucker, aren’t you.”

Although slight, she nearly thought he smirked, however a flash-moment later, it handed, his good-looking face turning sober once more. As a substitute, along with his legs crossed in the way in which males do, he eyed her, his raspy voice a reminder of earlier misbehavior.

“I like your ass,” he openly stated. “It is rounder than I imagined.” She smiled however, in any other case, didn’t react. As a substitute, taking the praise without any consideration, she seemed away.

Casing the place, she did her customary stroll. After treading rigorously, she stopped and pretended to be concerned with two colourful prints on the wall reverse his chair. A vase of colourful flowers and somewhat lady frolicking in a golden meadow in summer time had been the same old resort adornments.

Meant to permit him added alternative to review her determine, shapely, in response to some, she took her time. Stepping once more, she stopped and abruptly turned to him. Confrontationally, and in her most demanding voice, she requested, “So, Mister, are you going to inform me why I am right here? I imply, what the fuck?”

She checked out her watch. “It is getting late. You stated eleven. It is eleven. Do not I get applauded for that?”

He smiled once more, a twinkle betraying his in any other case mysterious, darkish eyes. Pretending to clap, he stated, “Take into account your self applauded.” As clearly as she might, Magdalene seemed askance, stepped towards him, and stopped.

“Like I stated, Mister, I am right here. What would you like? Oh, and when you’re at it, why me? 1000’s of escorts flutter round this dump of a metropolis. Why me?”

Not ready for a solution however making the most of her momentum, she laid down the legislation. “Mister, the foundations are; you get to nut twice. The place you do, is a matter for dialogue.”

He stayed quiet a protracted second, then spoke the outrageous. “This isn’t about what I would like, Magdalene. It is about what you need.”

She stood straight and insolently elevating her chin; she eyed him suspiciously, then glanced again on the door. Comfy that she might attain it if he tried to seize her, she stated, “I do not know what you imply, Mister.” Transferring ahead once more, she lowered her pelvis to the extent of his knee. She pressed her weight towards him, and he pressured her again.

Lastly, the chilly environment had warmed a valuable diploma, and she or he shifted gears, grinned at him, and picked up the tempo. “You are losing time, Mister. A lady will get paid by the hour. The clock is marching to midnight, and I am costly. Make your transfer earlier than Cinderella turns again right into a scullery maid.”

Maddeningly, none of her time-tested manipulations jarred this man. Like a cat giving herself a second to assume issues over, she spun away and faked inspecting one other framed print, this one, a picture of the ‘Madonna with Baby.’ Surprisingly, the piece, hinting on the manner ladies lived way back, gave her pause. For the second time at the moment, she felt inexplicably jealous.

Turning about, she confronted him. Unbuttoning her white silk shirt, she slipped it from her shoulders. Enticingly, she dropped it into his lap. Suggestively, she balanced herself by inserting a hand on his still-elevated knee and, propping herself, reached right down to fumble along with her shoe buckle.

“Go away the sneakers on,” he immovably ordered. “Take off the bra.” Grateful he had lastly observed her, she smiled alluringly. Reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra, she stated, “Look, Mister, I am in type of a rush and…”

“…you would be higher served,” he lectured, “to pay attention extra and speak much less. Do all Vixen women blab this a lot? Or is it simply you?”

She shot him a glance as she freed her ample breasts and stated, “Mister, I will not cease speaking till you inform me why you introduced me right here. By the way in which, that complete factor on the cellphone was fairly bizarre. What’s with the cloak and dagger? Why the escapades at Dealer Joe’s with that lovely child on the skateboard? And sure,” she added belligerently, “Vixen women are…properly…we’re New York women! What did you anticipate, some shrinking upstate wallflower? When a man orders up a metropolis lady, it is a secure guess he is cruising for a big-time blabbermouth, so right here she fucking is!”

By then, she had slipped her bra to her wrists. She let it fall to the ground. Like a runway mannequin pausing mid-flight, she stood proudly and, pinching her nipples, held up her breasts for his inspection. “Do you wish to suck my tits?” she requested.

“You continue to do not get it, do you,” he evaded, shaking his head. “We’re not right here to deal with some want of mine. We’re right here to see to you.” He seemed her over, and Magdalene, confused, rotated barely to permit him higher entry.

Topless however nonetheless sporting her skirt, she rested her palms on her hips and exhaled. About to talk up, he intervened once more. “No panty strains,” he stated. With a glance of satisfaction, he added, “Lose the skirt.”

She reached again and unzipped. The skirt joined the bra at her ft.

“Do you want how I dressed for you? Am I fairly?” She seductively requested. Posing majestically, he inspected her, taking in her black garter belt, sheers, and stiletto-heeled ankle strap sandals.

“I like all of it,” he admitted, nodding. “The sneakers are particularly tempting. You purchased them with the present card?”

“Sure, however what about the remainder?” With sultry eyes and going full frontal, she performed him a lazy dance. Together with her shaven intercourse on parade, she reached down and slipped a finger into her slit.

He watched and stated, “Take your finger out and suck it into your mouth.” She did as he requested, promptly tasting Mr. Six O’clock’s leftover semen.

Trumping her once more, he requested, “Do you want his style?”

“Somewhat,” she fibbed, blushing that he detected the remnant of her earlier consumer.

Paranoia kicked in, and she or he puzzled if the unusual, manipulative man might need had one thing to do along with her earlier appointments. “It simply so occurs cum turns me on,” she snapped defensively. “Some scientists stated sperm is an aphrodisiac; try to be joyful I did not waste time cleansing up. Perhaps it makes me need you.”

Her self-protective remark was foolishness, and ignoring it, he pointed on the espresso desk in entrance of him. “Lie there, face down,” he ordered.

Hesitantly and towards her higher judgment, Magdalene yielded. After reducing herself to the chilly marble tabletop, she turned her head and seemed up at him questioningly. He produced a unfastened coil of soppy rope and a bundle of prolonged black zip ties from a shallow drawer on the desk’s underside. He seized her wrists, rigorously put his knee to the center of her again, and tightly secured them with one of many ties. Following up, he simply as expertly unfold her legs vast aside and roped every knee to both facet of the squatty espresso desk. Dangerously locked, she lay helpless. Endeavoring to veil her unease, she requested, “Are you going to fuck me within the ass, Mister?”

He didn’t reply or make the slightest transfer to get undressed. As a substitute, he walked to the door, locked it, turned to her, and eliminated his black leather-based belt. Earlier than she might object, he was on her and viciously smacked the belt to the tabletop. It landed inches from her face. Two strikes adopted, directed on the backs of her knees. Magdalene screamed!

“Let me go,” she insisted. “You are not supposed to harm me, Mister!”

He parted her buttocks with expert fingers and touched his thumb to her sphincter as if inspecting its tightness. Stepping again, he smacked the hostile strap towards her decrease again.

Magdalene, her voice a torrent of jitters, pleaded with him. “Please, Mister, I allow you to tie me, okay? So do not harm me, okay? There is a glass dildo in my purse. Shove it in me if it is what you need. I am…I am sorry about all that bitchy stuff I stated.” Struggling to get unfastened, she twisted and squirmed, but it surely proved extra type than substance, and in a wierd conversion, as an alternative of displaying torment, and for causes Magdalene would by no means absolutely comprehend, she lifted her pelvis to the extent the bindings allowed. The gesture invited her tormentor to proceed.

“You should harm,” he reproved, promptly making use of 4 rat-tat-tat stripes to the small of her again. She shuddered involuntarily however with out additional grievance, her eyes brimming with tears.

Beginning at her shoulder blades, he raked her pores and skin along with his fingertips. Transferring down her again and punctiliously avoiding the heated streamers left by his insistent lash, he jammed his thumb into her rectum. Utilizing it as a pry, he lifted her and compelled 4 fingers into her sopping vagina.

His voice crammed with disdain, and he admonished her, saying, “Your earlier consumer’s semen has finished its work. You let different males are available in you at the moment. What number of?”

Reacting to his outrageous query, she launched into him and accused the person of questioning her advantage. “What sort of lady do you assume I’m, anyway? I am an angel in comparison with most, Mister. Apart from, there was just one different man!”

“You are a fallen angel,” he evenly asserted. “You are rebellious; it is all about you, a hooker, thumbing your nostril at me, a paying buyer. It is best to have scheduled bathe time between appointments. You are a bitch, and worse, you are unprofessional!”

A single phrase, ‘unprofessional,’ drew sobs. “It is…it is true. And, I am sorry, Mister. I imply, I might have cleaned up, solely there wasn’t time and…”

“…you are mendacity. You are a sorry excuse for a girl.”

Grabbing her hair, he yanked it, hoisting her physique towards the restraints of her espresso desk confinement. “A person deserves respect,” he warned. “What do you assume I pay you for? As a substitute of constructing your self solely prepared for me and displaying up like a real skilled, you are dripping any person’s leftovers, most likely a married dude you will by no means see once more.”

He was proper to be offended. She had finished it earlier than, had carelessly slept with consumer three, bearing cum from consumer one and, typically, purchasers one and two. Nobody had ever known as her on it.

“I pissed you off by intruding into your valuable grocery buying,” he continued. “As a substitute of ladylike, as I instructed you I needed you, you current me extremely slut.”

His sharp phrases affected her. She cried and, looking for him by a blur of tears, accepted his scolding. Nodding, she sobbingly admitted, “Sure, Mister, I am a nasty lady, a fallen angel such as you stated. I promise it will not occur once more; I will be an ideal angel for you subsequent time.”

“What makes you assume there will probably be a subsequent time?” he blandly requested. “That is full bullshit, and I’ve paid you an excessive amount of to simply accept bullshit. Frankly, you do not do a lot for me. You want punishment. Inform me, what number of stripes will it take to convey you to heel?”