Whore For The Night (Straight Reluctant Erotica) (ePub)

Cindy Calhoun knows she shouldn't be walking home when it's dark. But she doesn't expect to be waylaid by a sexy man who demands to know how much it costs to be with her. Reluctant at first, the man is quick to show her how much she might like being a whore for the night. This is a tight 5,000 word story about a woman being taken by a sexy man in a dark alley. Mature audiences only.

-EXCERPT-

"It's... I'm not for sale."

"You still don't think you're a whore, girl?" Lawrence asked, his voice thick and husky. "Let me show you how wrong you are..."

She didn't have time to react, to struggle any further, as Lawrence pressed her harder against the wall, crushing against her with his body, and bringing down his lips to press hard to her owns, overtaking her completely. As much as her mind reeled against it, she felt her body respond, pushing up agaisnt him in turn, and she cursed her traitorous body for wanting this so much.

And oh god, how her body wanted it. It was practically begging to be mauled and assaulted by this man, just like he was right now, battering her lips with his rough affections. All the while, she tried to tell her body to pull away, to fight back, but she couldn't manage it, couldn't do anything but let him force himself on her, her lust rising uncontrollably.

As quickly as his lips crushed into hers, he pulled back and grinned, "So, I've asked twice. I'm only going to ask one more time. How much are you worth?"

His hands were still on her wrists, holding her tight, her chest heaving up and down as she stared up into his arresting eyes. Would he leave, if she refused him once more? Or would he just take what he wanted, anyway? And which one did she fear the most? Cindy's mind was spinning, and her heart was pumping faster than she'd ever felt it go before, filling her body up with lust and desire.

"I, I," she started, then thought of something, gasping out, "Ten thousand. Ten thousand dollars."

Lawrence's eyebrows shot up, but his voice was still firm. "That's a lot of fucking money."

Cindy nodded. "You asked how much I'm worth. That's my answer."

It was the best plan she had. A third option. There was no way he'd pay ten thousand. Maybe he'd still take her and have his way with her, but she had a moral victory still - she stepped around the problem entirely. It might not have been the greatest success story ever, but it was something. But still, her body was rebelling, telling her to beg him to fuck her. It was hard, very hard, to ignore it.

"You've got a deal," Lawrence said. "Ten thousand bucks it is."