He's a Wh0re

VII

Pamela slipped into her alluring red lingerie, a garment that hugged her light skin and accentuated her curves, making her feel irresistibly sexy. She let out a soft moan as a finger grazed her sensitive c**t, her gaze locked onto the camera, envisioning Abe’s eyes on her.

It had been over a month since they last had an encounter, and she still felt unsatisfied. But that was alright; soon he wouldn’t be able to resist her. She was determined to make him hers, convinced that he would no longer be able to deny her desires. The thought of him bound to her bed, utterly at her mercy, thrilled her. She imagined the ways she could punish him for the lingering disappointment he had left her with.

Her fingers moved faster over her c**t, and her moans grew louder as Karl approached her. He stepped behind her, pressing his bulge against her backside. One of his hands caressed her firm breasts while the other joined her fingers, plunging in and out of her slick canal. The camera captured the intimate spectacle of their coupling.

She reveled in the attention men gave her and delighted in showcasing her prowess in bed. Voted one of the most exceptional vixens, she was proud of her tall, sexy frame, with full, natural breasts that enticed every man. Her narrow waist and slender hips often made her feel like a Victoria's Secret model. It baffled her that Abe could resist her charms.

Turning around, she seized Karl’s neck and kissed him passionately. Their tongues intertwined as he kissed and suckled her breasts, teasing her sensitive n*****s while his fingers continued to pleasure her. Her hand slipped into his shorts, freeing his impressive erection. She ground against him, maintaining eye contact with his burning gaze as she lowered herself.

Pamela kissed his c**k, teasingly licking its skin before taking him into her mouth.

Abe hadn’t seen her before, but the moment she entered his line of sight, he couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity. How did she have their company card? More intriguingly, how did she know him? Curiosity piqued, he found himself following her by car, wondering if she was a newcomer.

She walked confidently, balancing groceries in both hands, clad in leather pants and a striking red jacket paired with black boots—an unusual sight for a porn star, if that’s indeed what she was.

He suddenly paused. What was he doing? He wasn't a stalker; he didn't even know her. If she were from Quro, their paths would cross again eventually.

His gaze drifted to his phone on the dashboard, and an idea sparked. He dialed a number, but it rang unanswered. Today would be a long one, but the thought of Emmie brought a smile to his lips. She had surprised him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

He unconsciously stroked his lower lip, recalling her cute expressions from yesterday. She had captivated him since he first spotted her at the bar, and she was nothing like the other women he’d encountered—she was fun, and refreshingly different.

It was his first time meeting someone like Emmie, and an unexpected desire to know more about her began to bloom within him.

"Hey!"

Gab approached Abe with a smirk. Abe was putting on his gloves and met Gab halfway to express his gratitude for his presence.

"Perfect weather for a fight, huh?" Gab quipped.

"No man can beat me except you. You're the only one I had in mind," Abe grinned.

Gab chuckled, "Ah, but you were beaten by a tiny woman!" His playful smirk was hard to hide.

Abe’s smile faded as he recalled the previous day’s events, the memory of his unexpected loss making him chuckle. He shook off the thought, determined to rid her from his mind, and called on his friend.

"Reminds me of when I first met my wife—she’s feisty."

Once Gab finished putting on his gloves, they headed to the ring. They sparred for half an hour, neither willing to concede defeat.

"You might have a crush on her..." Gab said between breaths as Abe held him close.

"Who?" Abe feigned ignorance, but Gab seized the moment, pinning him down.

Gab, a former professional boxer turned coach, used his experience to outmaneuver Abe. Surprisingly, Abe didn’t struggle.

"Emmie..." Gab continued. Abe briefly lost focus, allowing Gab the upper hand.

"Yeah... she’s sweet and innocent. Doesn’t seem like someone who’d work in a pornographic company." Abe lay back, and Gab sat beside him.

"Right? I wonder why she’s in that line of work when she could be working somewhere else. She is a great woman and classic!" Gab remembered her baggy clothes, heavy glasses, and braces.

Gab glanced at Abe, recalling the first time he’d seen him fight in an underground match. Abe, a fierce competitor, had won but never returned to that world again. Instead, they met again while shopping for gym equipment and forged a friendship.

Abe's father, a well-known porn star, had abandoned his mother, a chef, when she became pregnant. She died when Abe was five, leaving him with scars he never fully shared. Gab knew part of that story; seven years ago, Abe’s father had succumbed to HIV.

"Hey! You should come over later. My wife is making lasagna... you'll love it." Gab's pride in his wife radiated warmth.

Abe smiled and nodded. Gab was more than a friend; he was a father figure who inspired admiration for his strong marriage. He wished his own mother had been as vibrant as George, but instead, she had lived a broken life.

"How’s George doing?"

"She's thriving! Her cycling gym is booming. It's like she's in competition with my business," Gab beamed. "You should think about finding a wife."

Abe met his gaze, skepticism evident. "Relationships are impossible for me. What more is marriage?"

"You're a good man, Abe. Finding a good woman isn’t impossible. You have the chance to build a family. Don’t let your past haunt your present." Gab’s knowing smile was a balm for Abe’s worries.

One thing Abe admired about Gab was his optimism, which had taught him to find positivity amid darkness. Abe swore he would never forgive his father for the hell he had brought into their lives.

"You’re becoming quite the life coach. Thinking about a sideline?" Gab nudged him playfully.

"Seriously, though, you should look for someone special," Gab encouraged. "Not every woman is like your past. Look at George."

"One in a thousand," Abe replied.

"Maybe two in a thousand. You’ll never know unless you try. George and I want you to be happy, to find someone who will love you for who you are."

Abe pondered the possibility of love. If he could find a partner like his mother, he would cherish her fiercely.

"Why are we talking about this now? You two have a lifetime ahead of you. I doubt I’ll find someone who treats me like you both do." Gab understood Abe’s hesitation; many women would welcome him for a night but vanish after.

"There’s someone out there for you. Even if you don't believe in God, He might lead you to her."

What if there really was a God watching over him? If He existed, Abe would implore, "God, wherever my mother is, make her happy." But if she knew he had become like his father, would she still find peace?

"It took me thirty-five years to find the right woman. It’s not easy. I’ve been there." Gab shared a grin, mimicking Abe’s posture.

"Not yet thirty," Abe laughed.

"And you haven’t even had a girlfriend yet," Gab joked, causing Abe to smirk.

"I didn’t say that. I’ve had plenty of girlfriends," he defended, but Gab erupted in laughter.

"Alright, alright! Let’s get going..." Gab paused, noticing Abe's serious expression.

They gathered their things, and as Abe showered, he contemplated Gab’s words. Was it truly possible for him to find companionship and settle down? Could someone love him enough to grow old with him?

Him? A man-w***e?