Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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While Luke was missing deep committed love, Beck was overwhelmed by those who wished to be committed to her. Men who would give her their bodies, the world, just about anything for her to show the smallest amount of interest. Their pledges kept her wishing she was far away from the club living life on an island or just far away. She tried many times to explain her dilemma to her friends but they only made her sound conceited.

They would just repeat her concerns with a disgusted look on their faces, “You are overwhelmed because you are overly loved?”

They didn’t understand. They had never been stalked or had every meal paid for in advance because her admirer found out where she was going for dinner. To go pay a credit card bill that was already paid for by an ex lover who moved her out and restarted his family without her. To have her car serviced by a mobile service company because one of her admirers noticed her tires were low.

Then of course, the next question that followed was, “Why not try and date one of them, your fans?” She would giggle at the notion. She had tried that only to acquire a violent stalker or a man who refused to let her break up with him. She started a new relationship only to have her new boyfriend threatened or beaten within an inch of his life.

She was sad and tired she had found herself leaning on her owner. She was taking more from the sub s***h owner relationship than was contracted. She hated taking advantage of him but she had already messed up. All she could do was hope, he didn’t take her or it personally.

She didn’t know him from any of the other clients. She was happy that he was gentle with her and that he protected her but he wasn’t the one. He served the purpose of helping her feel mentally and physically valued after being submissive.

If she was being honest with herself, the people she called friends weren’t really her friends. They were people that shared a common lifestyle and provided some level of acceptance. Her friends all worked at the b**m club, so going out with them was just more of the same. Beck stared into the mirror as she put on some glittery lip gloss. “Be honest with yourself, honeeeey.” She whispered to her reflection.

The reason she didn’t like going out was her exes. The one that she loved the most, they had been broken up with for about five years but she could never shake the feeling that he was watching her. She had seen Felix more times than she could count. She was more scared that he would kidnap or kill any possible new love interests. She had a couple of ‘fans’ go missing in the early years after their breakup, so the theory was not far-fetched

This was her life. She was supposed to take the degree she earned while living with Felix and become something more. But what she found was a lot of businesses that were not willing to give a transgender woman a chance. She thought about leaving Lagos and trying her luck in England. Before she made her final decision she received an email from the job locators website she was using, in regards to a very high paying entry level job.

She can’t blame her necessity for money for not following her dreams, she only had herself to blame. Life was now a fully revolving door of vulgarity, party,sleep, f**k and repeat. She didn’t even take time to read like she used to. [How much longer can I do this?] She looked down at her watch then sighed.

They were going to a club that they had frequented at least once a month for the past 3 years. She was familiar with many of the patrons and her expectations were translucent and diverging

When she pulled up, she had the valet park her car. The vibrant upbeats of the music, vibrated the windows of the club. She gently adjusted her short black dress and walked to the VIP section of the line. Many looked towards the front hoping they had a chance to suffocate in the large bowl of sweltering sweating bodies.

Her 5 friends stood near the edge of the bar, waiting for their drinking and dancing on each other. She casually joined in. The thumping of the music drowned out the deep sorrows that make up so easily covered up but couldn’t silence. They handed her drink after drink, of varying colors and liquors.

Without speaking they grabbed her hand and whisked her off to the dance floor. She hated being on the dance floor. She hated being the center of attention which she always became while on the dance floor. She refused to not be herself but her long black curls, shapely bosom, and large golden eyes were beacons for men and women alike.

They were drawn to her. Before she knew it her friends were no longer at arms length. She was surrounded by men wearing tight leather pants and collars. Everything felt like deja vu, the grinding, the smells, unelusive drunkenness that would soon assist her in forgetting that night.

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Her last drink was still burning in her chest. The music pounded in her brain. The young man that stood before her had no shirt on. He was muscular, and full of rhythm. He grabbed her waist and drew their hips together as he grinded on her . [This feels nice.] The guy behind her made her take deep slow breaths. She could feel the fortification of his lust pushing against her bottom. He was well endowed.

All she could want for was another shot of tequila. Their bodies were so hot and sweaty, her length had begun to illuminate with excitement. The shirtless man took her hand and pulled her towards a vip area. An area filled with rooms and distorting moans and screams that seemed in sync with the music. One could only imagine what went on behind those doors. She had never ventured into the area and now she would get to have her own session. “I didn’t come here to work.” She thought to herself. But she was indeed horny.

As soon as she walked in behind the shirtless man and the other guy had closed the door. The shirtless man fell to his knees and put his head under her skirt. He didn’t hesitate to take hold of her length and put it all in his mouth. Beck leaned forward and placed her hand in his wet hair. She lifted one leg and rested her heels on the edge of a small twin size bed, continuing to f**k the young man’s face.

She felt the guy who was behind her massaging her butt cheeks, he parted her wide then pressed his tongue into her. Everything about the moment felt good but it also felt wrong. A feeling of fear and sadness welled up inside of her. They were treating her body with utmost care, working to pull an orgasm from her.

“I don’t want this.” Was all she kept thinking. She held on tight to the unknown males hair and pushed her p***s deep into his throat. Her body shook as she filled his mouth with her cream. A cold tear ran down her cheek. She stepped from in between the men, struggling to get her bearings. She had never wanted to go home more in her entire life.

She stumbled out of the room as the men continuously asked her if she was okay. She tucked her length back into her banded panties and tried to make herself look presentable. The tears flowed so easily and uncontrollably. Fighting to see through the water works, she pushed through the crowded hall with the two men still checking on her wellbeing. Eventually she lost hope. She couldn’t see and she was drunker than she thought she was. She leaned against the nearest wall and slid to the floor.

“Can we at least call someone for you or a cab?” The shirtless guy asked her.

They didn’t even know her but she always was lucky enough to be treated like a princess even after having s*x with two stranger and breaking down in a pool of her own self pity. She pulled her phone from her pocket then changed her mind. She just needed a taxi. She didn’t need her friends.