Somewhat darker and a little more sinister than most of my other stories this one has elements of many genres; erotic couplings, interracial, nonconsent/reluctance to name a few, however overall, I think it is more of a romance than anything else.
But given the length of it, the story consists of 6 parts (all written), I decided the best place to put it was in Novels & Novellas.
As always constructive comments and criticism are welcome but please remember it is just a story, like the Marvel films it isn't actually real.
I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 03 - Lust, Love and Other Problems
Samantha sat in front of her mirror and put the last few strokes of mascara onto her long false eyelashes. The deep grey eyeshadow and dark sweeping lines of eyeliner were already applied and all that was left for her to do was to put on a little lip gloss.
Once she was finished, she stood up and did a pirouette taking a final check on her reflection in the mirror. Her long dark hair was loose, cascading over one bare shoulder, but it was the dress the she was really looking at. She had bought it just two days previously, specifically to wear tonight.
A brilliant red with a halter neck the satin like material hung down to the floor, the tight top clinging to her wherever it touched while the split, running from the hem to the top of her thigh, exposed almost all of one long leg as she walked.
The bodice was just as revealing; tying round her neck the front plunged between her modest breasts while the back was non-existent down to the base of her spine, apart from a simple string tied behind her, holding the two sides together.
She had even invested in a pair of red open-toed sandals with 3" heels to go with the gown.
Just as she was making a few unnecessary adjustments the car that Valentine had sent for her tooted its horn outside. Satisfied with how she looked Samantha Miller nervously took one final glance in the mirror and stepped out of her room into a new way of life.
"Going out?"
Francine's voice startled her as she walked down the stairs.
"I.... I thought you were at work?" Sam's cheeks turned a brilliant shade of crimson to match her dress.
"I was. I forgot something and came back for it." As she spoke her friend stared at her with an expression of disapproval.
Outside the car horn sounded again, urging her to hurry.
"Well, I have to go." Sam said feebly.
"You're working for Valentine aren't you?"
Looking despondently down at the floor Samantha didn't answer and simply nodded.
"Jesus girl, don't you listen. I told you to be bloody careful around that man. He's dangerous."
Sam looked up at her and answered tartly, "I know what I'm doing."
"Do you?" Francine asked, "Going out whoring yourself for money."
"It's my body." She responded rather weakly. "I can do what I want with it."
Her friend gazed at her for a moment then, shaking her head, stepped aside to let her pass.
"You're right, it is. I just hope you're not making a huge mistake with it."
That was all she said as Samantha walked out of the door and slid into the rear of the taxi that was waiting for her.
Her instructions from Valentine, when he had given her the cash, had been simple; dress sexily, go to the casino and wait at the bar, then just make sure the client had a good time.
Walking in she had felt every male eye following her as she swayed up to the counter and, slipping onto a stool as elegantly as she could, ordered herself a glass of white wine.
"Let me get that if I may? And add a scotch to the order if you don't mind."
A deep voice beside her made her turn her head and she found herself looking at a tall grey-haired black man standing next to her.
"Samantha, I presume?" He continued, smiling at her.
About 6' or so she guessed his age to be around sixty and although he was now somewhat overweight she could see he had obviously been very fit when he was younger.
"Yes, and you are?" She held out her hand to him.
"Marcus. Marcus Du Pont." He smiled taking her hand, showing her a set of perfect white teeth, "Your... err...your date for the night."
"Well, I'm very pleased to meet you Marcus."
"Likewise, I'm sure."
He raised her fingers to his lips and lightly brushed them across the back of her hand making her smile even broader.
They chatted amiably for a while then, finishing their drinks, they went through to the restaurant for dinner. Afterwards Marcus insisted they spent an hour in the casino just so she could enjoy the tables at his expense.
Samantha didn't play though, instead she stood by her date watching him and trying to ignore the knowing looks from the other people around her. A young white girl with a sixty-year-old black man, she knew there were only two conclusions they could draw; she was either a prostitute or she was a gold digger, there simply because of his money.
Either way she was labelled a whore by the other women who looked disdainfully down their noses at her.
It was almost a relief for her when he picked up his remaining chips and stood up from the roulette wheel.
"Perhaps we should adjourn upstairs?"
He slipped an arm about her waist gently guiding her away from the judgemental stares of those watching them.
Sam giggled nervously now the moment had come, "Perhaps we should."
Taking the elevator up to the hotel situated above the casino, Marcus led her along the carpeted corridor to his suite, opening the door and letting her enter first.
Glancing around her as she stepped inside Samantha took in the details of what was a typical hotel bedroom; with a separate bathroom the main area was dominated by a king size double bed in the centre.
Across on the opposite side were two glass doors that made up the outer wall and led out to a sizeable balcony. Walking up to them she gazed out into the darkness and reconciled herself with what she was about to do.
Prostituting herself had been something she had considered in the past but had never done, until now.
Swallowing nervously, she focused on the money she was being paid and hoped that she would find the sex satisfying. Her client had, so far, been a perfect gentleman, much more than Valentine, the man pimping her out. Although she wasn't attracted to Marcus, he was old enough to be her grandfather, she found herself liking him as a person.
The reflection in the glass showed her date moving slowly towards her and she turned around to face him, just as he reached her, so she could step into his arms.
Tilting her face up she slid her hands about the older man's head as he pulled her against him, allowing him to kiss her.
Long and lingering, his tongue probed into her mouth as she felt his fingers untying the bow behind her neck before slipping lower to do the same with the string across her back.
