6: Naughty

Elena’s POV

“Great choice. I knew you’d take it. And nope, I’m not forgetting the extra grand.” Lady Zee cackles.

I mean, it's great that she remembers every penny.

“I’ll send half the pay as soon as I drop this call. Take three days or a week—”

“Twenty-four hours.” I interrupt her. “That’s all I need.”

There’s a short pause. I can sense her shock. We remain silent until she decides to break it.

“Just to remind you…”

“I don't like mediocre jobs.” I complete her anthem. “Yes, I know.”

She sighs. “In that case, I look forward to it.”

The call drops.

I hold onto the sink to steady myself and suck in cool air. My buzzing phone distracts me. Expecting the half pay, I hastily open it to see the credit notification.

$36k!

She didn't send half as she promised, it's the whole amount and the bonus. I press my lips in a thin smile, as if containing the rush of excitement.

It's barely half the surgical f*e but it will do.

A wave of relief settles in, slowly replaced by guilt and questions and… there’s a knock on the door.

I shake out of my shell and walk out of the bathroom.

“Lena?” The voice calls out. It's Riley. I can't miss her voice for anything in the world. “Oh, mama.” She whispers.

I walk in on her kissing my mum’s hand and caressing it.

She’s no longer in her sexy work dress. Instead, she’s wearing a simple black knee-length dress that hugs her gentle curves.

“My baby.” She whimpers on seeing me, drops my mum’s hand on the bed, and rushes to wrap me in a hug. “My poor baby.”

I melt into her arms. There are no tears left to shed.

“Ive been trying to reach you but I couldn't.” She pulls back to look at me. She seems drunk. Her eyes are not so bright and her breath has an after-scent of liquor. “So I called Sophie and she told me. I had to run down here.”

“She shouldn't have bothered you.”

“Oh, shut up.” She frowns. “How are you going to raise the money? It's a lot…”

To my surprise, she grabs the hem of her dress, rips it open, and I gasp. My eyes follow her hands as she continues to tear the dress. The hand-made slit is almost halfway up her thighs.

Then she stops and starts for the door.

“Rey!” I try to keep it down. “Are you okay? Where are you going?”

She turns only for a moment. “To seduce the doctor and get a free surgery.” Then she flips her hair and continues walking.

I shouldn't find it funny but I burst into laughter.

Now, it's obvious that she’s drunk.

I grab her wrist and pull her to me. She staggers a bit but steadies on her feet.

“You can't do that…”

“A dare?” She rolls her sleepy eyes.

I know better than to dare Riley, especially when she’s had as little as a drop of alcohol.

“Just whisper his initials and I’ll find his name, his office… and his cock.”

I'm tempted to cover her mouth, but I don't. Instead, I look behind to be sure my mum isn't hearing even though she’s deeply unconscious.

“Rey, you know shit like that doesn't work that way around here. They’re gonna throw us out.” I watch her countenance change from enthusiasm to sadness.

“Then I’ll meet my boss—”

“Rey, it's— you…” I pause stuttering and hold her shoulders. “I have it figured out.”

She doesn't believe me. “Tell me a better lie.”

“Trust me, I just need time.” I tap her shoulders.

She’s still in disbelief but she just shrugs.

“I just need a favor. Please take care of my mum while I sort things out.”

“Easy pie. If only I could do the surgery too.” She whimpers like a cat.

I smile and hug her before leaving for the admin block. Negotiating with the management isn't so easy, but they end up accepting $35k for the deposit and scheduling the operation for tomorrow.

It's a good start, at least.

The last $1k and some bucks will go into her drugs, some drawing items purchase, and other miscellaneous expenses. My next stop is at the studio.

It’s now 4 AM. The city is still asleep.

I get into my studio and open the small secret room.

‘No one has to know you drew him.’ I try to persuade myself. ‘It could be any of his crazed admirers… No one has to know.’

Usually, I’ll start up a new gig by bringing out the blank canvas, my pencils, paints, and other things for it, but this time, I reach for the last locker of my cupboard.

It’s where I keep my dark items. I’ll need to set the mood for the madness I’m about to unleash.

I unlock the code and take out my aromatic scented massage candles, a pair of fiery red lingerie with garner belt, matching high stilettos, and black boxers.

His boxers!

It was the same one he wore that night…

The night I saw what I should have never seen.

The same night he became my filthy secret obsession.

I remember sneaking into his office and stealing this… I remember my fragile fingers curling around the fabric of his boxers I should never have touched…

There was a clump of his sperm on it!

I didn't mind!

Foolish and wild and scared of being caught, I had slipped it into my panties.

Oh, fuck!

I close my eyes, knowing how crazy the next memory is. My toes curl in anticipation.

The way I moaned to his shorts pressing against my panties, taunts me.

God… the bumpy ride back home that night, had me fantasizing about his sperm melting against my skin and slipping into my pussy. My legs squeezed tightly against my cunt… my hands desperately wished to dig into my pants but the wide-eyed passengers wouldn't let me. When I got home that day, I took out his boxers, but it wasn't just his sperm that had it soaked. My wetness formed a sloppy web on the spot that my pussy had kissed and assaulted.

I’m mad. I know…

I've told myself a million times.

And when I rented this studio, I kept a special safe for my filthy collection.

I let my fingers spread out the black boxers with thick creamy lumps on them… His spunk and my wetness combined. They are now dried and cracked, like ugly old maps.

I pull it to my nose and sniff, letting my memory pick up his scent.

A mix of his cologne and sweat and sin…

“I hope you forgive me, Daddy.”