Ruthless Secrets (Elites of Macedon High 2)

Ultimately, I tell her, “Follow my lead.”

A skinny teenager no older than fifteen answers the door and ushers us inside. When we step into the living room, rap music pumps through the air, lowering when the built man on the couch raises a remote and points it at the television.

“To what do I owe my guests?” he asks smugly while squinting at me. Alex catches his attention next, his interest doubling and a smolder forming on his lips. “Hi, sweetheart. You want a seat?”

He pats his left thigh and then reaches under his right thigh for a gun, setting it on his knee.

“She might,” I reply confidently.

The guy observes me carefully, the tattoos on his face giving him a grim and serious appearance. His head is shaved, and he’s wearing a loose cotton Dickies shirt with black jeans. Brand new high-end designer sneakers decorate his feet. He shifts his position, pitching one shoulder forward as he says, “What can Moe do for your little whore?”

“She’s a runaway looking for a John,” I explain. “And she’s not shy either.”

“Show me.”

While the look of terror on Alex’s face stabs my heart, I proceed without missing a beat, keeping a passive expression as if I do this every week for shits and giggles. I slide her blouse from her shoulders and tug on her bra straps, noticing the way she rakes her lower lip in between her teeth.

The moment her breasts are exposed, her nipples harden, and goose bumps spread like wildfire over her torso. I hear the guy behind me groan but don’t bother looking in his direction. I’m totally hypnotized by how Alex is responding to my touch.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” I ask in a low voice. “You want to be played with like a toy in front of strange men, huh?”

She whimpers and then nods, her eyes widening as I pinch her nipple. While her jaw drops open, I grab her throat, running my thumb over her trachea. I’m hardly applying any pressure, but the way her eyes roll back makes it look like I’m choking the hell out of her.

“Holy shit,” Moe grunts. “Never been used much, has she?”

“Nope,” I lie. “She’s fresh. Not a virgin, but definitely fresh.”

He groans with approval. “Could use a good bitch like that.”

“She’ll do most positions, too.”

I look into her eyes and soften my expression, trying to assure her that I don’t actually mean her harm. I’m just playing a part. Just like her. We’re both performing on the grand stage of a drug ring, risking the possibility of getting shot if we don’t act right.

And it’s hotter than anything we’ve ever done.

“Take your pants off, baby doll,” I whisper to her. “Show him your twat.”

She mewls while struggling to unbutton her jeans as I pinch her other nipple. Once her pants are done, I shuck her panties and get behind her while quickly pulling out my cock. I slide between her thighs a few times to soak my shaft and then slip inside so fast that she wails. With my fingers around her neck and my free hand gripping her hip, it’s easy to fuck her, to show off how willing she is to do anything.

There’s a moment where it feels like it’s just us in my bedroom with the sheets strewn about and our clothes all over the floor. I nearly forget myself until I feel her clench around my cock, her orgasm close. Reaching around to rub her pussy makes her explode, and I revel in the sound of her coming because of me.

I pull out and fix my clothes, instructing Alex to get dressed. She’s panting as she pulls up her pants, wobbling slightly from how hard I fucked her. I splatter a professional grin on my face and say to Moe, “Trade?”

“What you want, kid?”

“You got a junkie chick here named Marie, right?”

He looks slightly suspicious, but his guard is down because of the entertaining act I just did with Alex. “Yep. She’s in the back.” He turns slightly and shouts, “Frank, bring her out!”

The teenager drags my mother by her arm into the living room and tosses her to the ground. Mom looks fucking rough. She’s broken and beaten with dried blood caked to the corner of her mouth and some kind of fluid on her silk blouse. Whether it’s cum or vomit isn’t really important right now. I just need to get her out of here.

I look at Alex and point to my mother. “Help her up.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Moe stands up and cocks his gun. “That’s not the deal, kid.”

Alex hurries my mother out of the apartment as I snatch my gun from my waistband and unload a few rounds into the guy that probably used my mother like a dirty fucking doll. He’s barely breathing by the time the teenager darts into the room and stares in horror at the couch.

The kid looks at me, inspiring me to raise my gun. “Don’t.”