Trapped Between Two Enemies

1: Conjugal Visit

Janelle's POV

As I drove through the quiet streets, all I could think of was the throbbing pulsations between my thighs. For the first time since we met, I was headed to Darren's apartment to copulate our relationship.

I was betrothed to him by my father three months ago after my brother's death. But I didn't like him at first, due to his awful timidness. The shivering twig couldn't even make eye contact when he proposed. He's always stammering with his head downcast, he's such a f*****g coward.

But for now, my p***y had become extremely moist and I wanted him to satisfy me. Maybe a quiet and obedient man was exactly what I needed. A man who would f**k me whenever and however I wished.

Just be clear, I wasn't going to have s*x with him because I had no other options. I could step out of this car and find the most handsome man on these street to f**k me. No man could resist my curvaceous body.

I just wanted to see if there was a bit of masculinity in that chicken my dad chose as my partner. If he does a good job, I might keep him for a year or two before divorcing him.

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I turned off the car's engine and pulled out the bunch of keys from the glovebox. It was his apartment's spare keys which he had given me some weeks ago. I also took out a pack of condoms from my purse which I privately ordered.

Getting to his apartment door, I gently unlocked the door with the keys, shutting it soundlessly. I had expected his living room to be disorganized just like his personality. But to my surprise, everything was perfect.

The couches were sky blue and the porcelain tiles seemed to be without a single stain. He had a gigantic television pinned to the wall with a digital clock above it.

For some reason, the sight had me more turned on, the neatness lessened my disgust in him. Maybe I was wrong about him, maybe there's some decency underneath all that shyness.

The pop music emitted from the bedroom had me walking right towards it. I wondered why he wasn't not in the living room, watching a movie or something.

Was he already asleep?

I slowly pushed the already unlocked bedroom door in order not to startle him. And as expected, the music was being played on his speakers, but he wasn't in bed or in the room.

There were faint noises coming from the bathroom which grew louder as the music faded away. It was a squishing sound associated with the groaning of a man.

I could hear the sounds of girls moaning dramatically like they were on a porn site. And it also sounded like a n****e being sucked loudly, but the only voice I recognized was his.

“Oh, f**k!” He moaned, as the squishing noises continued.

Wow! So Darren's a f*****g pervert who jerks off to lesbian porn in his bathroom. I always knew there was more to his weird behavior. I should barge in and take a picture of him so I can blackmail him. He would have no choice but to keep my conjugal visit a secret.

But as I pulled the bathroom's door open, a strong, choking smell hit me, causing me to feel a little fizzy. It was the smell of cigarettes and something else.

The swishing noises had gotten louder, louder than the sound of soapy fingers rubbing against one's d**k. In fact, it was mixed with the sound of splashes. And the moans of the pornstars were crystal clear, like they were in the room with him, or were they?

I swiftly pulled the door ajar to see the most confusing fantasy being displayed to my naked eyes.

There were two young nude girls in the bathtub with him, one rubbing her n*****s against his face and the other riding his d**k in the water filled tub. My mouth fell open as I subconsciously tapped the camera icon on my phone, snapping the threesome multiple times.

“What_the_f**k!” I shouted, letting the pack of condoms slip from my trembling fingers.

The ladies turned to look at me, covering their bodies with towels. I noticed how incredibly shaped they were; their huge asses and boobs perfectly fitted their physiques.

Without turning back, Darren jolted out of the bathtub, propelling towards the drawer below the mirror. But when he turned around to look at me, he signed in recognition, and returned whatever he was about to retrieve from his drawer.

What could that be?

The smell hit me again, taking possession of my gaze. A thin smoke floated from an ashtray at the edge of his bathtub. It was filled with three burning cigarettes and a white powdery substance. Is that cocaine?

“s**t! Janelle, you started me. I thought you were someone else.” He sighed, regaining my attention.

He was completely unclad, with his erect d**k dangling as he strode forward. He wasn't even completely hard, but he was already huge as f**k.

“It's alright girls, it's just a friend of mine. Get dressed and leave. I'll transfer your payment soon.” He announced, wrapping a towel around his waist.

What the actual f**k is going on? Where is this confidence coming from?

There was no hint of fear or trembling in his voice. This isn't the Darren I know. He's probably high, that's why he's acting this way.

The girls walked past me, bumping into my shoulder to get me out of their way. And as quickly as they left, he stooped low to pick the condoms at my feet, eying me with a smirk on his face.

His muscles and biceps were marvelously shaped. He must have been hiding this magnificent build underneath his suits and coats.

“So what brings you here?” He asked.

I snapped out of my gaze as he drew closer, reaching to grab my waist.

“Looks like you need to get laid tonight.” He said, waving the pack of condoms.

At this point, his voice had become too faint for my ears to decrypt what he was saying. I was still struggling to process what I had seen. I slightly pinched my laps to pull me back to reality, but it wasn't a dream.

“Get laid?!” I screamed. “I just caught you in a bathtub with two prostitutes, and you dare act like it didn't happen. Don't you have any shame?”

“Oh please, shut it.” He spat.

Damn! This was the same man who didn't have the courage to make eye contact with me. But here he was, telling me to shut it.

“It's not like you're my girlfriend or anything. Once we get married, I'll get what I want, and happily divorce you.” He voiced.

I wondered what he wanted, but it didn't matter anymore. I had evidence that could get him fired from my father's company, and I wouldn't hesitate to expose him.

“Just wait till my dad sees these pictures and we'll know if there's going to be a wedding.” I threatened, heading for the door.

But I felt his wet fingers clenching my wrist, pulling me back to face him.

“I can't let you leave with those photos.” He stated, with a frown etched into his expression.

I noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses, and he could see perfectly without them. His act was just a pretense to gain my father's trust so he could keep his position in the company.

Who knows what he's capable of? What will he do when we get married?

“Let go of me!” I commanded, but he didn't bulge.

“Delete them right now, or my face will be the last thing you'll see.” He threatened.

At this point, it was clear to me that the least important thing was the pictures on my phone. My life was in danger, and I needed to act fast.

“Alright, let go of my hand and I'll delete them.” My words were followed by an affirmative nod from him.

The instant I felt his hands leave my wrist, I violently launched my knee into his weak spot, hitting his balls. I could hear the sound of groans escaping his lips as I bolted out of his apartment.

The seconds that followed were filled with the sounds of pounding steps which resonated with my heartbeat as I strode down the staircase.

I finally made it into my car, reaching for the door's handle. But as I attempted to pull it, I felt a strong masculine hand cover my nose and lips with a piece of cloth.

My vision became blurry as I struggled to free myself from his grip, but to no avail. I could still feel his d**k rubbing against my behind through his towel, and his wet arm tightly wrapped around my waist.

“Help!” I screamed. But my muffled scream had begun to lose its relevance.