Personally, I love creating suspense; hence, the short chapters. Maybe that's why I'm called SadisticAngel. I promise there is a reason for every detail; even though I didn't know it at the time. These characters started writing their own lines. Enjoy!
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Karen was sly. I never did figure out when she put the money in my pocket. She would call me into her office at the end of the day once or twice a week. I eventually paid off my overdue bills, and was actually starting to put some money into savings.
Each time I went into her office, I would get instantly hard, and each time I would leave with a raging hard on. Sometimes she would allow me to kiss her, and kiss and nibble her neck. Other times, it was straight to business. I always got more enjoyment when she allowed me to kiss her. She was an amazing kiss her. I would always get so lost in the kissing.
Every night for over two months, I jerked off to the memories of what I did to Karen in her office. My frustration continued to build. I knew we had an "arrangement", but I was not happy. Fuck the fact that I was making money. I wanted her. Occasionally, I went out on the weekends. I met plenty of women. Many of them much more beautiful than Karen, but none of them were as smart, funny or charming.
One night I took a girl home. I don't remember her name. I just remember that she looked like Scarlett Johanssen. We began making out. The kissing was nice. I began to undress her, she had a perfect body. Large breasts, a slender waist, curvy hips, shapely legs and a firm ass. Exactly what I usually look for in a woman. I guided her to her knees and took out my cock. Man, did I need this. As she began to kiss and lick my cock, I saw Karen's face. I placed my hand on the back of the girl's head and began guiding her onto my cock. She was only able to take in about half of me. I moved in and out slowly, then my sex-deprived body took over and I began to force more into her mouth. I began to pump harder.
I realized I was being too rough with her and withdrew. I guided her to the bed. I laid her down and began tracing her body with my fingers. When my fingers found her mound, she began to moan. I put one finger inside then two and began to finger fuck her. She wasn't nearly as tight as Karen. I knew then that I would not be satisfied with anyone but Karen. I didn't want to be a dick, so I fingered the girl to orgasm and made an excuse about a headache or an early morning or something and sent her home. I don't remember. As I drifted off to sleep, my dreams were of Karen.
I HAD to have HER. I could think of nothing else. She became an obsession. Every time I saw her in the office, my cock would twitch. Every time I heard her laugh, my heart would jump. Every time she flirted with a potential client, I saw red. Who was I? I had never been like this before. Sure I had been in relationships before, but I had NEVER been jealous.
On my way home, after one of our "sessions", I stopped by "Mike's Bar". Sam was working the bar again. I sat at the bar. He poured me a double on the rocks, and said, "It can't be same girl, Alex. That was months ago"
