The Devil's Looking Glass

The Morning After

Genevieve

Another night dreaming about Damien. I could smell him. Feel him next to me. It was so real.

My eyes still closed; I could feel his hard body wrapped around mine. Felt his perfectly sculpted chest against my back. His rock-hard c**k pressed snuggly against my ass. My hips rolled gently, my insides squeezing as he pressed harder against me. His hand on my hip, pulling me closer. His breath on my neck. I didn't want to wake up. I could hear his faint gruff groan as I grinded my ass against his c**k. In my dream, I was pretty sure this is heaven.

I slowly opened my eyes, but the bright sunlight made them snap shut instantly, squeezing tightly. I let out a groan. "Why? Why did I do this to myself."

I heard a chuckle next to me and bolted upright to a sitting position. What the f**k?

His hand was still on my hip. This was not a dream.

I squeezed my eyes shut again. Yes. It was a dream. It had to be. I've had it before, just like this. This was NOT real.

I slowly opened one eye, peeking out. He was still there.

A squeal escaped my lips as I went to jump out of the bed.

His arm went fully around my waist, pulling me back against his body, his eyes still closed. "Five more minutes." He grumbled, his face nuzzling into my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmmm. Cherry vanilla." His nose rubbed against my skin. I was frozen. I couldn't move. This can't be real. There was no way. How?

I laid there frozen trying to piece the night together. Dancing. Damien. Slap.

I grinned.

Wait. I told Tammy. Her plan. Make Damien jealous. Tommy. Floating. Pillow.

Ugh.

It wasn't making sense. I had two choices. Try to pull my inner ninja warrior goddess out of her deep slumber and sneak my ass out of this room. Or ask Damien what happened.

One of my hands reached down and felt my body. I groaned. Not my dress.

I looked down and saw I was sporting a baggy t-shirt with some sports logo on it. No bra. No underwear.

For f**k's sake. What was I missing?

I rolled in Damien's arms, unfortunately bringing us closer, our faces only inches apart. I poked his shoulder, rather aggressively, while clearing my throat.

"Damien? Hey, Damien?" Nothing. I poked harder. "Hey, ASSHOLE!" I yelled this time.

That got his attention. He opened his eyes and glared into mine. "What?"

"What? Are you f*****g serious? Why the f**k are you in my house?"

He chuckled again, closing his eyes once more. "Keep dreaming sweetheart. This is my house."

My eyes flew frantically around the room, my body straining against his arm to sit up. "Fat ass, get the f**k off me!" I tried to remove his arm from around my body. It's like trying to move a tree.

His eyes were open again. "Fat? Not on this body, my angel." Eyes closed.

I clenched my teeth and growled. This fucker was really starting to piss me off. "Fine! Just ass, why the f**k am I in your bed?"

"Because you didn't have your keys. I wasn't about to leave you on the street." He grumbled.

I noted that information for later. Must get purse from bartender.

"Okay." I mumbled the next part. "Thank you for that."

A grin spread across his face, eyes still closed. He heard that. f**k.

"Why are we in the same bed? Why am I wearing your shirt?" I knew it was his shirt. I could smell him on me.

His exposed shoulder shrugged. "You puked on your dress. You showered. You put my shirt on. You wouldn't let me leave and kept calling me your pillow."

He stated it in a completely matter of fact tone. Like it was totally normal and happened all the time. I groaned and rubbed my hand down my face, my cheeks burning, most likely turning a lovely shade of embarrassed crimson. "I showered?"

That was the one word that caught my attention. Showered. That means naked. Oh my lanta, this was f*****g beyond humiliating.

"Yes." He didn't elaborate. I pushed his shoulder roughly and his eyes popped open, once more glaring at me.

"Elaborate." I huffed.

"f**k, you are cranky in the morning. Next time I will make sure coffee is ready before you wake up." His eyes closed once more.

I gritted my teeth. "Elaborate."

His eyes popped back open. He could tell that I was about to go hulk on him. "Okay. I heard you! You fell asleep but only for about 10 minutes. You jumped off the bed and ran to the closet." He pointed at the closet and my cheeks become a whole new level of red. "You puked in my laundry basket, then fell backwards, as you were mid puke. You were covered. I helped you into the bathroom where you started ripping off your clothes and fell into the bathtub. I turned on the water and helped wash you off. When you were done and dried off, you demanded the shirt that I was wearing. I gave it to you, and you grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back to the bed. You're f*****g scary when you're drunk. Very demanding and you do NOT take no for an answer."

At this point my head was buried in my hands and I couldn't even bring myself to look up.

"You wouldn't let me leave the room. I planned on sleeping in the guest room but every time I tried to move away, you would pull me closer and entangle your body even more into mine." A pause. "I eventually gave up and just fell asleep. I was having some mighty fine dreams up until the grumpy she devil awoke and went berserk."

This cannot be happening. I was lying in a bed with the man who ruined my life, naked apart from the shirt that I stole off his back, after puking in his f*****g closet and having him physically see my naked body and wash puke off me. This was it. My rock bottom. I couldn't sink any lower than this.

As if my body heard my thoughts and thought, f**k that, we can do better, my stomach rolled, and I felt the bile rising up my throat. "Oh god!" I screamed.

This time Damien was upright and very much alert. Free from his grasp, I jumped up from the bed and stumbled to the adjoining bathroom. I ran towards the toilet, not seeing my puke covered dress lying on the ground, my foot landing directly on it. I skidded wildly and fell backwards, just as the vomit escaped my lips, shooting out of me like a possessed demon. I landed hard, the back of my head connecting with the tile with a crack.

I laid there for what felt like an eternity. I was pretty sure I had died. Even with my eyes closed, I saw the shadow over top of me, blocking out the light. 

Not dead. s**t. Just wishing I was.

"Holy hell, Geni! Are you alright?" He must have knelt down because before I knew it, he was cradling me in his arms. I was covered in puke again and this man was holding me to his chest as tightly as he possibly could. Who the hell was this guy?

His hand gently touched the back of my head. I winced in pain as he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, Angel. I was just checking for blood."

Angel? That snapped me back to reality so fast, I felt my head spin. Or was that from the bonk on the noggin? I didn't know for sure.

I scrambled out of his arms and away from him. Then it hit me like a freight train. His words.

"What? You think a fat, ugly, pig like yourself could get me hard? You are f*****g disgusting. You will never make a man hard."

The man who uttered those words had seen me naked. Again. Well, even more naked than last time. At least I had the decency to still have my bra and underwear on last time. Shame filled my entire body and I began to shake.

"What is it, baby? Don't be embarrassed. It's okay. It's not a big deal. Everything can be cleaned up. Please don't stress about it." He reached for me but I scurried backwards before his hand could touch me.

"Don't. Touch. ME." I gritted out with so much vehemence, he recoiled away from me. I would never go back to that girl. I would never feel shame over how I looked again. I wouldl not relive those tortured years.

"DON'T EVER f*****g TOUCH ME, AGAIN!"

I had snapped. Reached my tipping point and flung myself over.

"I f*****g HATE YOU!" I screamed as I bolted up, running past him, out the bedroom door and down the stairs. I flung the front door open and ran to my house, around the side and through the gate. I collapsed on the side of the house, opposite to his and curled into a ball. I let the tears spill and the hate consume me.

***

12 hours had passed since I last saw him. I had used my spare key to go inside, shower, put on clean clothes and then passed out on the bed. I had slept for over 8 of those hours. After getting up, showering again and eating, I actually felt half alive again.

I had gone to the bar and gotten my purse back from the bartender, then headed back home to curl up on my couch. Today, I hadn't even opened a single one of my curtains that covered the large windows.

It was now 9:00pm. And the start of my Saturday evening shift with Exotic Encounters. I was looking forward to tonight. I needed a little bit of worshipping and confidence boosting. I made sure to push all of Damien's nasty words to the back of my mind where they once more lay dormant.

My first several calls were regulars. I wasn't a huge fan of regular customers. Sure, they kept coming back and the steady income flow was great, but it made it difficult to constantly change things up to keep it fresh and exciting. My mind was still not fully in it, which made it even more difficult.

Lucas was once more on my line, his wife away for the weekend, visiting her sister. He had just finished coming but seemed hesitant to hang up. This wasn't like him. Usually, he would hang up immediately after finishing.

"Are you okay, Angel?" It came out a bit hesitant.

"Huh?" I snapped back to attention. "Of course, I am, my love. You did an amazing job making me come tonight." I purred softly.

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Oh good. I'm glad. You just seem a bit off, is all. I just wanted to check in."

Fuck. Not good. I needed to be on my A game at all times. This cannot happen. Ever. "I'm so sorry, baby. I can refund you the money once we hang up. I just want you to be pleasured, pleased and satisfied."

"Oh. No. NO. Please don't do that. I didn't mean it like that. It was truly amazing. Really. I am very pleasured. Very satisfied. I just wanted to make sure that you were."

His sweet and sincere voice brought a true smile to my face. "You really are amazing, Lucas."

I could tell that he could hear the genuine smile in my voice. "Thank you, Angel. That means so much to me. I should let you get back to work. Thank you, again."

We said our goodbyes and I disconnected. It was now past 1:00am. I was trying to decide if I wanted to take another call, when I sat down in the chair across from 'his' window. The Devil's window. My mind called it that. Not me.

It was the window I stood in when I first saw him. I stared at the ugly replacement curtains I had to put up since I had ripped the last set in my temper tantrum the other day. The ones I had put up were found in the far back of my linen closet and hadn't seen the light of day since the 70's, I'm sure.

Mental note; pick up new curtains.

Although, it kind of seemed fitting. I hated these curtains. They were over 'his' window. Maybe I should just leave them there. With a smug smile on my face, I switched my phone app to available. One more call.

It took a few minutes for a call to finally come through. I was already up in my room, getting ready for bed when I heard the shrill ring. Checking the call display, I saw an 'unknown' show up and I knew it is a new customer who hadn't been entered into the system yet. Finally. These were the ones I truly enjoy.

I touched my finger to the headset, answering the call. "This is Angel, tell me how I can make your exotic encounter a dream come true." My voice soft and slightly raspy.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. A full minute passes.

"Are you there, baby?" I asked softly.

This isn't the first time this had happened. It was more common than you would think, with new callers. They would be struggling internally, trying to decide if this was really what they wanted. The shame and embarrassment that would wash over them. I let another minute pass before speaking again. The line hadn't gone dead, so I knew they hadn't hung up.

"It's okay, baby. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I can do all of the talking if you want."

His voice was deep and gruff and instantly sent a shiver up my spine. "Uh. No. It's okay. I'm good. You just caught me off guard."

I laughed. Actually laughed. "Let me guess. It was that cheesy line I have to say when I answered the call?"

He chuckled. Deep, low and manly. It caught me off guard. Holy f**k, this guy had a voice on him. He should be a s*x phone operator!

"Yeah. That must have been it. Don't worry. I'm good now."

"Can you tell me your name?" I asked, making sure my voice was breathy and seductive.

He hesitated. Another common for newbies. "Oliver."

Hm. Interesting. Normally when men call for the first time they use simple names. Jack, John, Lucas, Robert. Oliver was a new one.

"Mmmm. Oliver." I let his name roll off my tongue slowly. "I like that." And I meant it. I was really liking this.

He chuckled again and I felt it zip straight to my core. Uh oh. Oliver may be trouble.

"I'm not really sure how to start this. I've never, I mean, this is a first time for me. And I'm a little drunk. I'm sorry." He sounded heartbroken and scared yet sincere in his apology. 

I instantly wanted to make this man feel good again, to make him smile. "Well, Oliver, we can start this many different ways. I want this conversation to be everything you need and want it to be. I can simply start talking or you can ask me anything you want to know."

He paused. I gave him time. Sometimes you had to let them think before they spoke. If you tried to rush it, it could ruin the mood and scare them away. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "What are you wearing?"

Ah. The go to for almost all newbies. I got it. They wanted something to picture. They always asked what I looked like or what I was wearing.

I was about to respond with my go to 'black negligee, lacy black matching thong, stockings and garter belt' when he interrupted. "I don't want to hear what you think I want you to be wearing. I want you to tell me what you are actually wearing."

This instantly caught me off guard. This was a first. And it sounded like he had found his confidence. He had said it in a deep authoritative voice.

I debated internally but decided to give this to him. I glanced down at my body. I was getting ready for bed. All I had on was a pair of underwear. A simple red thong, silky material, with a tiny little bow at the front.

"Well, if I am going to be 100 percent truthful, I was just about to climb into bed when you called. I usually only wear underwear. Nothing else."

I heard the small inhale of breath and knew that he liked what I had said. "Are you sure? You aren't just f*****g with me?"

I laughed. Again. This guy had me laughing. What was going on?

"I cross my heart, Oliver. If you want straight up facts rather than the scene I can set, I can do that for you." I don't know why I said it. It just slipped out, but I knew that I meant it.

"Are you on your bed, Angel?"

I shook my head as I answered. "No. Not yet. Just standing in the middle of my room."

"Get on the bed." My body quivered at his domineering tone. I quickly hurried over to the bed and laid down under the covers. I am guessing he could hear me moving because he followed with, "That's my good girl. My sweet Angel."

The way he said it caused me to pause.

It reminded me of Damien.