Intimate Pleasure

A fresh start

To say I was walking funny the next day would be an understatement. when he said he wasn't done, he wasn't lying he f**ked my brains out. I had more orgasms than I could count. He really was the perfect stranger. I fell asleep in his arms, which I never do, but I woke up alone a simple note where he slept 'I hope to see you again soon' and a massive stack of cash after counting it five times I couldn't believe it a hundred grand, what the actual f**k, that's enough to pay off all the debt and get me several months ahead in rent and my first year in culinary school oh my God I can got to school I can stop being a who're and just be a normal young adult, I climb out of bed, shower and get dressed, I grab the cash and stuff it in my cleavage and grab my phone and the room key heading out I drop the key off and leave, time to start living my life. I hail a cab to take me home. I still live in the same house I shared with my dad it just didn't feel right to leave. After he passed, it felt like a part of him was still here with me. as I walk in the door, my stomach growls s**t I need to buy food I remember harshly, I walk over to the fridge. nothing completely empty. Check the freezer, oh frozen pizza, that will have to do. after eating, I grab the keys to my dads old truck and head out to go shopping, collecting all the ingredients I need to feed myself for at least a week. I need to get an actual job or I'll have to keep whoring to make sure I can survive but I no longer have to do it full time just a client here and there. it feels nice being able to actually buy food. once I get home and unload and put everything away, I'm exhausted, but I need to know who exactly was. I wish last night I couldn't get him out of my head. Those eyes would haunt me for years to come. sitting down at the dinner table, I grab my phone out time to find out exactly who Andrew Jarvis is. two hours later, and I know nothing he is a mystery. All I know is he is single thirty years old and runs Jarvis and co construction. Why does that business sound familiar to me. I decide to have a soak in the tub to relax my aching muscles, I strip after I turn on the water and put in my favourite bath bomb, I hop in and turn the water off once it's high enough to cover my entire body and lay back and relax my mind wonders, where should I go to school I know there is a good one not far from here with a fully operational restaurant that runs every night, I may as well go there and see if I can get in and get a job there too.

the day drags on as I decide after last night I'm taking the weekend off. so after my bath I put on my pjs and watched a movie or six. I do this for the entire weekend.

Monday morning rolls around I jump up and get ready for a fresh new start I dress in my bike gear it's about time I took the old girl for a spin and head off to the culinary fine arts school. as I pull into the car park I notice some construction happening a new building is going up I shiver as I remember the day I lost my dad. I push it to the back of my mind and go in search for the administration building. I approach the receptionist and explain I'm looking to enroll and that I'd also like to work the kitchen in the restaurant she nods and hands me two stacks of paper she explains one is an enrolment form and the other is an application for the restaurant, I turn around and notice several tables with chairs around them in the room and I go and fill it all in and hand it back to the receptionist. she explains that the next intake for students is in a few weeks and that positions open up in the restaurant often as students often work there until they get qualified and move on. I smile and nod she said they will call next week with the exact date and time, and then I can come in and collect my roster. They would also call once there is an opening in the restaurant, I smile thank her and head out, well I guess I'll have to go back to work until then or try and make that money last. the first year at school will cost me forty grand, and then there are uniforms and tools on top of that, luckily I still have seventy grand left but I don't want to have to use it all I'd rather save some for when I really need it. on the drive home I decide what I want to do and figure I'm better off to keep working the streets for now and continue business as usual until I get a position in the school restaurant or somewhere else. once I'm home, I shower and shave, and before I dress, I ring Mr W and ask where he wants me tonight as that will tell me what to wear. once I know I get dressed and a little red dress and grab a small handbag as I head out to the cab I called. he drops me off, and within an hour, I'm on a job. an older bolding man that's in desperate need of some TLC, we Head into the motel across the street, once the door is closed he slaps me and hard, well okay this c**t likes to beat women that explains alot, I look at him with a shocked expression and he strip's naked and I get on the bed he tells me "get on your hands and knees w***e" I do as I'm told as his the client. as he strokes himself to get hard I pull my phone out of my dress and text Mr w 'I may have a slight issue, women beater client slapped me hard, you know where I am room 10' and send as Mr bolding drives his c**k into me ew it's so small I can't even feel it in there, after a few minutes he blows his load in the condom and falls back puffing "I just need a minute but I'm not done with you w***e" I sit down at the head of the bed I just watch him as he falls asleep, I wait a few more minutes then I get up and go to the door Mr W is waiting outside just incase this prick decided to bolt without paying, "his out cold" I turn and walk back in I find his wallet on the floor in his pants pocket and open it three hundred bucks that's it what the actual f**k, I take it all and snap a picture of the prick, his lucky he got me and not patience because despite her name she is not patient, if he'd hit her he wouldn't be sleeping right now he'd be dead, I send the photo of the guy to all the girls with a text 'black listed women beater'. now he will never get laid by one of us again. as I walk back out, Mr w takes a look at my cheek " s**t your done for the day, f**k my best worker is done, go home and Ice that cheek darling we need your face back tomorrow send me a pic of your face tomorrow night and I'll tell you where to go, man I hope you heal quick" he walks away " that f*****g asshole" he mutters as he leaves. f**k I hate this job, but a woman has to make a living somehow. I jump in a cab and head home. That prick will get a rude awakening in an hour when he doesn't check out, and his got no cash, ha serves him right.