CALDERON'S DESIRE

MIRA My phone alarm buzzed before I could hit the snooze button as I pulled away from my restless sleep I barely have any remembrance of. I sit up on my bed, rubbing my eyes as sunlight breaks through my thin curtains. The light fills my small cluttered bedroom, lightening up the space too cramped for two people and too messy to be called home. I sigh as I swing my legs over my bed. It is another day. Another day to grind and work my ass off. Dealing with two jobs is not an easy task and I had to top it off with attending classes and I still don’t have enough to cover this month’s rent. I try not to let myself think, worrying never helped. “Hey, Mira,” a voice called from the living room. My best friend, Tia, sits on the worn- out couch as she scrolls through her phone. “Rent is due next week, right?” I nod my head, trying not to think about it as I grab my hair band from the center table. “Yeah. I have a part of it from working at the café and I plan on getting the balance from tonight’s shift at the club. It should cover the rest… hopefully.” “Oh Mira, hopefully isn’t very assuring. We can’t afford to get evicted. Please.” I could see a frown grow on her face. Forcing a smile, I turn to look at her. “I know. I’ll figure it out. I always do.” Pulling on my uniform and checking my reflection in the cracked mirror. My head is neatly styled and my look presentable but deep down I was falling apart. “You always say that,” Tia said, standing up. “But come on, Mira. You work yourself to the bone.” “I don’t have a choice,” I replied, picking up my stuff from the table. “I didn’t have a great start in life. My dad remarried, kicked me out, and my mom…” My throat tightens but I managed to stop the tears threatening to ruin my day. Tia shook her head, annoyed but understanding of my situation. “Please girl, just don’t let yourself fall apart.” “I will be fine. I am always fine.” I say, trying to force a smile. The cold air hits my face as I stepped out of the door. The streets is already full of people going about their daily life, I check my wallet again, making sure I have enough for the bus and to get a cup of coffee to keep me awake during my night shift. It’s all about making it through life, one day at a time. ********** When I reach the café, I push open the door as it jingled causing a few eyes to fall on me. The morning rush has already begun. I quickly walk towards the back to get my apron and drop my bag. The smell of roost bean and freshly baked donuts filled the air. Serving drinks to strangers who probably didn’t care about my life, studying for classes i loved but couldn’t afford to focus on fully, and then working at the club tonight to cover the rent. I exhaled whilst letting the warmth of the café wash over me. It was exhausting. It was unfair. But Mira Vale had survived worse. And i always would do. I tightened my grip on the tray as I delivered orders. Another day means another round of impatient customers but I won’t let this weigh me down. The machines steamed the milk and espresso while I worked to package them in the midst of the chaos. The cups clinked as the drinks were given out to it’s owners as I thought about the rent Tia and I had to pay. I am independent. I started fending for myself when my mother died and my dad remarried, I was sixteen which means I have seen more than harsh customers who try to crumble me. ********** By nightfall, I quickly changed into my uniform for the club. Taking a five minutes break to massage my feet which is already aching from my shift at the café. I adjust my skirt and wiped down tables as the music thumped through my chest. I was very careful and aware not to be taken advantage of by these trust fund kids who think they have it all. But tonight was different. I was assigned to a VIP table, two boys in their early 20s were laughing. Their smiles sharp and predatory. “You’re cute.” One of them slurred, obviously drunk. “Why not make the most of tonight… entertain me,” I straightened my skirt, my voice firm even though I felt unease creeping in. “I am working, Mr. Not here for entertainment.” Their laughs should have been enough warning. One of them reach towards their drinks and poured a white substance in whilst the other held me down, closing my escape. They poured the drink down my throat. Before I could move my vision blurred as my knees threaten to buckle causing panic to claw at my chest. “Don’t come close. Step back! I tried saying but my voice came out slurred. The room tilted dangerously and my body betrayed me. I felt a pair of arms grab my waist pulling me towards them. Suddenly I hear a voice breaking through the music. Low and commanding. “Let her go.” Like a sharp presence cutting through the chaos I found myself. My eyes widened at the sight of him. Who was this man radiating control in the midst of danger. The two men froze as their bravado came crumbling down. Before I could register further thoughts my savior had me in his arms, his left hand on my waist and the other breaking me free from my captors. “You are safe now miss.” He said staring at me. I could feel sparks vibrating off him. Should I be relived or terrified? My heart is racing with something far more complicated. “Thank you.” I finally say. My words were weak but my mind is buzzing. Why do I feel a connection with him? Who is he and why do I feel attracted towards him? He doesn’t answer, instead he caried me in his arms towards the club exit and into his car. I hesitate because he was a stranger but he insisted. The effects of the drugs now blurred my judgement, but in his eyes I could see something more protective. The ride to the hotel was quiet. I lean against the seat. Too tired to speak as my heart beats rapidly against my chest. The strange man doesn’t speak either, maybe observing me. I could feel his eyes on me, scanning every inch of me like a caution. By the time we reached the hotel, my body was trembling, threatening to break free. This wasn’t just from the spiked drinks but because of the man sitting too close to me. The man carried me up the elevator, his hands brushing against my back with a feeling I didn’t know how to process. The hotel room was lit with a dim glow. My heart pounding in my chest. I shoulder be scared but instead I feel an electric pull towards the man. “You shouldn’t be alone right now. Is there anyone I can call?” He asked in a low tone. “I… I am fine.” I stammer, although my words were from coherent thoughts. But my body betrays me. “You are not fine. Not now.” He said and the power behind his words left me breathless. Without warning, I close the distance between us. My hands finding his face as I cup it in mine. My mind tells me to be cautious of this handsome stranger but my body is loosing it’s self control, Suddenly my lips claims his. He doesn’t push me away but rather pulls me close. My heart pounds in my chest as desires flows through my body. It feels like there is a magnet pulling me towards a man I barely know. I feel his breath on my neck and it sends shivers down my spine causing me to forget about my self for a moment. He breaks the kiss then stares into my eyes as if searching for approval. His lips collapse back on mine as I guide my hands towards his chest, his breath racing against my palm. He starts to unbutton my shirt and my hands finds its way to his belt, our tongues still dancing together. He carries me in his arms and leads me towards the bed as we are now laden with desires mixed with pleasure. The body was now filled with electric charge as he continues to kiss me, our tongues now battling for dominance. We break the kiss as he turns to look at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He ask. Without hesitation I agreed. I pressed my lips to his and he eagerly returned the kiss, his hands going over my breast and ass. Now holding me tighter against his bare chest he smiled at me. My hands touched him and this seemed to give him a little more confidence. Still, he restrained himself. Then, he did something that really shocked me. "I need consent to touch you. I want to touch you! Only if you allow it" I eagerly said yes and he straddled me. His hands went to my breasts and he sighed as if a great relief finally washed over him. Now laying on the couch, he touches my face with one hand as the other lays on my chest caressing my breasts. His hands reach in between my legs as they slid into my p***y. “f**k!” I whisper under my breath. With my body reacting to his touch, he took his time stroking my c**t making me c*m all over his fingers. I was startled by his erection. He noticed my reaction and just smiled. We experimented with kissing techniques, we took a lot of time using our hands to explore each other's bodies, then he uses his tongue to brush through my c******s causing my body to ache for more. I came several times from his tongue before he finally slides his c**k into my opening. With a few strokes i came all over his c**k as his hot c*m poured deep inside me. "That was incredible," I said with a breathless whisper. "Can you we do it again?" We started again but this time he let me be in charge, laying there and letting me play. When we were down, i fell back on the bed and dozed off. The morning sun breaks through the curtains as it hits my face. I was now tangled in the sheets, overwhelmed by last night’s emotions. Stretching my body, i became aware of the soreness between my legs. I turn around to see who i was in bed with but he was gone. Great, i have just given my virginity to a total stranger. My mind drifts back to the night before, mixture of guilt, confusion and awe course through me. I turn to look at the sheet, it was blood stained. Who was this man who could overwhelm me, consume me, and vanish like a phantom, leaving me wanting more? I shivered despite the warmth of the sheets. My life had been one of struggle and survival, independence and pride. But tonight… tonight something had shifted. And i didn’t know if i was ready for the consequences.