"Get up."

The bed lifted off the ground as Adam delivered a swift kick. Rolling over, I cleared my eyes and peered up the tall italian man. His darker complexion only added to the twenty-nine year old man's intimidating stature.

"What time is it?"

"Nine." He tossed some clothes at us. "Put those on and be downstairs in thirty minutes."

He left the room, slamming the door behind him.

I sat up and shook Jimmy. "Come on. You heard him."

"My ass hurts," he whispered, curling into a ball.

I rubbed his shoulder. Poor kid. Looking like a pre-teen and with a fair complexion to go with it, he received more attention than he could handle.

"They hurt you pretty bad last night."

He blinked a couple times and just stared at me. I think the drugs were still clouding his head a bit.

I sat him up and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I'll talk to Adam."

A smile of pure relief spread across his face. "Thank you." He hugged me tightly.

Adam might be heartless at times, but he hated hospital. So ever since Jimmy had to be taken to one about a year back after someone was a little too rough with him, he was more understanding at times like these.

"Okay, okay." I pulled Jimmy of me and laid him back down, throwing the blanket over his head. "Get some sleep, and you have to eat something after we leave. Deal?"

"Deal," he replied, turning around and pulling the covers around him.

Grabbing the clothes, I picked out the larger set and got dressed. I didn't even need a mirror to know I looked like a whore. Black skin tight jeans and a nylon white shirt, might as well write slut across the front in red letters. After grabbing my jacket, I stopped in the bathroom to fixed my hair. The bags under my eyes had deflated, so that was a good sign. Overall, I didn't look to horrible.

I walked down the stairs to yelling coming from the kitchen.

"You're using all my money!"

"To buy food for the people who earned it!" Kim snapped back.

I stood at the doorway, not wanting to get in the middle of that. Zipping up my jacket, I sat back to wait until things cooled down.

"You're such a bitch!" Adam kicked over a chair. "This is not your house. I pay the bills. I get to decide the rules."

"They can't live on beer."

"Does it look like they're starving?"

"Jimmy's pretty close to it," she retorted.

He moved right up in his sister's face and began calling her a variety of colorful names. Kim didn't even bat an eye. One thing I liked most about her was she didn't give a shit about what people thought or said, especially when it was her brother saying it.

"Adam," I said, deciding it was about time to make myself known.

"What!" He pivoted sharply.

"I'm ready."

His chest heaved as he attempted to calm down. "Where's Jim?"

I glanced at Kim, wishing she could've been somewhere else right now. "You overused him last night."

She threw her hands in the air. "And you say you're not gay."

"I'm not!" He clenched his fist down at his sides. "When you got a ready and willing whore upstairs, you're going to use it."

"Whatever you say." She went back to the pan that was sizzling on the stove.

"He's not coming, then?" Adam snapped, turning his attention back to me.

I shook my head. "He needs a couple days to heal up."

Shaking his head, Adam grabbed his keys and wallet. "If he didn't bring in the big bucks, I'd kick him out." He glanced over at me. "Fortunately for him, it hard to find a legal kid that looks like that." He snatched his coat off the back of a chair and shoved a handful of condoms at me. "Get in the car."

Stuffing the packages in my jacket pockets, I followed him out the front door. I climbed into the passenger seat of his beat up old white pontiac. The engine came to life, and Adam pulled out into the street.

"No messing around tonight. You need to earn back all my money that Kim spent."

I stared out the window.

"Knock it off." He jerked my hood down. "You drive me crazy. You know that?"

Not a word left my mouth. Adam was already fired up. Adding fuel to the fire might land me a bloody nose, so the car fell silent and remained that way.

***

Adam parked the car outside a rather nice looking house. Minus the loads of people running across the yard and breaking everything they could get their hands on, it was the kind of home I'd be happy to own one day.

"Get out," ordered Adam, opened his door.

I mimicked his actions and met him at the front of the vehicle.

He grabbed my chin and looked me over. "Leave it in the car."

"Why?" I muttered, tugging my jacket down.

"Because I said, so do it." He marched off toward the party.

I jerked the zipper down and dramatically took it off. In the process, all the condom spilled onto the ground. Clenching my jaw, I tossed my jacket in the back seat and squatted down to pick them up. I had no idea where to put them. It's not like my jeans had any extra room, but I wasn't going in there without them either. I didn't do bareback. HIV didn't sound like the funnest disease to contract.

Irritated, I just shoved them in my pants. I couldn't tell they were there, and if anything they gave me more of a bulge. Folding my arms across my chest, I trudged up to the house. The door had been left wide open, and I had to squeeze my way inside, passed all the people. Adam was standing by the mantel, having already found the girl he was probably going to screw before the night was over. He motioned for me to come over. The moment I was in arm's reach, he grabbed the back of my neck and jerked me forward.

"Get to work." He shoved me to the side and went back to talking to the drunken girl beside him.

"I am working," I shot back under my breath as I walked off. "More than what you can say."

I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a couple random bottles and poured them into a cup. I down the mixture in one go. It stung all the way down, but I need it to help me relax. I made another one and felt someone's eye on me.

A man with dark brown hair, leaning against the wall nearby, made eye contact. I sat on the table and took another sip of whatever concoction I had made. His smile was one I could read easily enough. Raising my eyebrow, I made it clear I wasn't for free. His hand slipped into his pocket, and I saw a hint of green. That was the only sign I need. I weaved my way over to him.

A cocky smile was plastered across his face. "How much?"

"Fifty per blow job, hundred for a fuck. Seven hundred, and I'm you're all night. I don't do bare back." I retained eye contact, not even flinching at the words that had just came out of my mouth.

"Hundred for now." He pulled out two fifties from his pocket and handed them to me. "I got a room upstairs waiting for us."

"Lead the way."

He took my hand and dragged me through the crowd. Adam spotted us and moved in. He didn't even have to asked. I slapped the money in his hand and went up the stairs with my latest customer.

We weaved around couples and stopped at the last room. He produced a key and unlocked it.

"So this is your house?"

"Yep." He held open the door and ushered me inside. The door shut, and he flicked the locked back into place. "So, how do we start?" His eyes raked over my body.

"Whatever you want," I answered plainly.

"Take your clothes off." He walked around me and sat down on the bed. "Slowly." Popping open the top button of his jean, he slid a hand into his underwear.

I lifted my shirt and eased it over my head. After tossing it to the side, I unbuttoned my pants and grabbed the condoms. I smiled and threw them at him.

"In a weird way, that's kind of hot," he said, as they laid scattered across the bed.

I continued to rolled my jeans down to my ankles. They were off with a simple kick, and I stood there naked, awaiting my next order.

He leaned back and let me get a glimpse of his hardening member. "On your knees."

Doing as he asked, I climbed in-between his legs. His hand grabbed the back of my head, and he pushed me toward his cock. A blast of his musk filled my nose as I was shoved into his crotch.

"Get to work, bitch."

I played with his balls while licking and nibbling my way to his tip. Reaching my destination, I took him in my mouth and began to work him in and out. I twirled my tongue around his slit.

Pulling my hair, he let out a groan. "You know what you're doing."

His hips snapped up, forcing his dick down my throat. He kept his hand entwined in my hair and worked my mouth. Closing my eyes, I just focused on getting a gulp of air between every thrust. It was starting to get harder to breath as the pre started pouring into my mouth.

The moment I thought he was going to blow, he tossed me back. I sat there, a little disappointed, and wiped my mouth. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy.

Standing, he took off his jeans along with his shirt. "On the bed."

I did as he asked. After grabbing something from a drawer, he sat beside me.

"Open one of those."

I rip open a packages.

"Put it on me." He rested back on his elbows, letting his member bob in the air.

I gave it a quick couple strokes, and rolled the condom down the seven inch rod.

He tossed the tub of lube at me. "While you're down there."

If he was expecting me to blush, he would have to try harder than that. I popped open the lid and squeezed out a decent amount along his entire length. The man smiled at me and lifted my chin. He captured my mouth and darted his tongue in and out as I spread the lube all over his member. The kisses became more desperate. He seized my shoulders and slammed me onto the bed.

"Hands and knees."

I assumed the position and tried to relax. A cold liquid was rubbed over my hole, and a digit slipped into my ass, followed by another. I let out a soft cry as they stretched me for a moment before pulling out. Looking back, I watched the flared head of the man's cock ran down my spine.

"How do you like it? Rough?" he sneered with an evil look in his eye.

"Just do it." I groaned and arched my back as he played with my pucker.

"Getting anxious?"

The tip slipped in, and I let out a soft murmur of initial pain. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my muscles as much as possible. The rest of him slid in with only slight discomfort. He started to move, and I lurched forward.

"Wait," I hissed.

"For a slut," he huffed in my ear, "you're tighter than I expected."

"I liked to keep it that way too."

He gave me few more seconds to adjust before he began to thrust. We started a rhythm as I slammed my body back against his. His fingernails dug into my hips as he pounded my ass.

Placing all of his weight on me, his hand grasped my already hard member and started to pump it. We were both breathing heavily. Our hearts pounded. I clutched the bedspread, as I felt my climax grow near. The smell of sex loomed over us, feeling my nostril. He was almost there, I could feel the desperation in his movements.

I threw my body back and clenched my muscles around him. He must have read my desperate attempt at getting him to cum and shove me forward, completely drawing out. I laid on my side, looking up at the anger cock that was mere seconds away from erupting.

Damn it.

"Not yet," he breathed, sweat glistening across his body. "I'm getting my money's worth." The man fell on me and began kissing me relentlessly. My tongues battled with his as his hands roamed my chest.

He fell back on the bed and placed his arms above his head. "Put another condom on me."

I pulled off the used one which was filled with pre and rolled another on. After I lubing him up, he ordered me to kneel at the side of the bed. I did as he asked, and he stood behind me. Lining us up, he entered me in one swoop. I cried out in a mixed of pain and pleasure and gripped the sheets in front of me. He slammed me into the bed with no mercy. I couldn't do more than hold on and see if he'd cum this time.

But once again, he pulled out and flopped down on the bed. "Ride me."

My legs were shaking, but I managed to get up on the bed. I straddled his waist and lined up his cock. It disappeared into me as I lowered my body. He let out a groan and bucked the last couple of inches into my hole. I winced, but began to move myself up and down.

"Oh," he moaned. "Fuck."

We were both breathing heavily with sweat dripping from our bodies. He pulled me to him and flipped us over. Placing my knees over his shoulder, he grabbed my cock and began the final thrust toward his climax. I held onto the headboard and felt my head being to cloud over with pleasure. My balls drew up, and I could hold it any longer. I shot my load all over his hand, letting out a cry of ecstasy. He drove his member into me once more and collapsed. His cock pulsed in my asshole as he emptied his load inside.

Neither of us moved as we waited to come down. Grabbing my chin, he captured my lips again for a moment before rolling to his side and pulling out. I just laid there as he removed the used condom and tossed it in the trash. He opened the door that led to a private bathroom and disappeared inside. I heard the water start and sat up slowly, hoping everything was alright in my lower area.

He returned a few minutes later and started getting dressed. "You're good. Clean up and get dressed."

I gathered my clothes and hurried to the bathroom. After closing and locking the door, I turned on the sink and splashed water on my face. My hair was matted back with sweat, so I doused it with water, taking advantage of my natural curl. I wetted some toilet paper and wipe up the cum that had gotten on my stomach before getting dressed.

The man was waiting for me when I went back to the room. He walked toward me and placed the leftover condoms in my hand.

"You might want to hang on to those. You're going to be busy tonight." He gave me a wicked smirk before pushing me out of the room. He locked it behind us and returned to the party.

I stood there for a moment, clutching my remained condoms to my chest. "I should've faked sick," I groaned, shoving the rubbers in my pants and going downstairs.