Lily of the Madheart

lf at the mercy

ts in his chair, head down shuffl

eceptively soft. But he might as well have

the two storey club. Which makes sense, because h

n the door and walk in, shutting it behin

e a

nd sit. Immediately, the papers are

w tha

, with however many kisses he can shove down my throat before I escape. Usually it's more dim caus

im. He pauses, his blue eyes still fixed one me and wets his lips. His long brown hair is usually in a slick pon

ecially the ones that frequent the VIP rooms, would

you," he says slowly. He puts his hands his hands on his chin, pretending to think

fingers dig into my lap.

k here is a load of b*llsh*t, and unfortunately, t

om the orphanage who usually don't have anything to fall back on. I don't regret taking the

asks, cock

e to say and I say it.

ick of them, Lily. Once a week. Well,

onto a small balcony and mean there's usually a cool, fre

se that do it, but I don't want to be forced into it. And very so

Jerry dangl

The girls here are civil to me at best, the hours are tiring especially be

ld on to the tiny fabric. They lash out, often physically and at the slightest provocation, talk more of when I refuse their advances. Thank goodness for t

es who'd hire a twenty three year old with on

e my personal l

vanishes as if I dumped ice cold water on my head. I genuinel

I'm leaning towards the ones out there, simply because they're outside th

you say

it one that barely covered my *ss or t*ts and leaves my back open, but most of the oth

sip in backrooms said Jerry didn't do favour

of the heavy chair on the carpet ringing i

l man, and the feeling of him looming over me makes me feel like a hamster before

k. I gather every bit of patience, especially cultivated

ittle, Jerry," I force out, m

es does this but this time, fear blossoms in my belly at the thought that I migh

ting them twice. "I'd say the end of the week should

week -four days- before he takes what the hell he wants. An

ait a bit before breaking the kiss. He starts kissing down my neck, moan

eps back. "Al

office straight

to realize who they're talking about, especially since Che

ly is. Although this time, it might not be far fro

locker at the back and

red it reads, 'My name is Lily and I act better than Jesus himself but I'm actually a p

I'm going to be the talk

r makes me want to scream. Why no

rry right now but the b*tch

ask loudly, "Who t