Chapter 2: Banged Away My Sorrows

JASMINE

Leaving the house Prisca's question of what I was going to do brought back memories of what happened during our high school days that caused me to pull a trigger, she's scared I would do something out of the ordinary but tonight was different. 

The ride I ordered arrived, and I hopped in, heading to our favorite bar to drown my sorrows. As I stepped into the bar, Joe the bartender, welcomed me cheerfully. "Hello, Jas! It's been a while since I've seen you and Prisca. Where's your partner in crime tonight?"

Instead of answering, I ordered a glass of scotch. while pouring he asked, "Is everything okay, Jas?" I hesitated, shaking my head and taking a sip instead.

The scotch burned down my throat, stirring something deeper inside. Memories of Frederick flooded my mind, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. 

Just then, a man walked in and took the seat next to me and ordered brandy. I caught a glimpse of him, thinking, "Brandy is so boring." I ordered another shot, and Joe obliged as it kept coming even though concern was etched on his face.

When another music began to play, I felt a temporary lift in my mood as it was a love song. The lyrics hit hard, echoing my heartache. I sang along, convincing myself of the words, though they felt false.

I asked for another shot, he hesitated, finally pouring another, declaring, "This will be the last one for tonight."

The alcohol clouded my senses, and I called out to Joe, demanding another shot. He reminded me that he wasn't serving me any more, but I slammed my fist on the counter, shouting, "Who are you to make decisions for me?"

My voice rang out, filled with anguish. "Jas relax, I'm only looking out for you," he tried to clarify but I interrupted, my voice escalating. "Joe! Stop telling me what to do! I can take care of myself!"

Rummaging through my bag, I pulled out a wad of cash and slammed it onto the counter in front of Joe. “I have enough to cover my bills,” I spat, fury radiating from me, but beneath it lay an undercurrent of sorrow that I dared not show.

As I prepared to storm out, I lost my balance and began to fall. But a strong hand grabbed my arm, stabilizing me. I faced my savior, caught by the intensity of his piercing blue eyes.

He stood tall, with broad shoulders and dark, messy hair. His presence radiated youthful energy alongside sexy good looks.

He asked if I was alright, and his words hit me harder than the numerous shots I had taken. Tears flowed down my face, surprising and unmanageable. "No... I'm not," I admitted, voice trembling.

He pulled me close, his touch radiating all over me. "Come here," he said softly.

I melted into his touch as he embraced me, the only words that came out of my mouth next, were “take me home.” I hardly recognized my own voice, which came out slurred and faint.. But the stranger seemed to understand, his eyes locking onto mine with a deep affection.

He quickly assisted me in standing up, wrapping his hands around my waist for support. I noticed myself shaking and surrendering to his touch, my legs were too heavy to move at all, much less bear my weight. But the sweet stranger was all I needed, holding me steady as I leaned into him.

As soon as his hand touched my waist, I felt countless reactions on my body. I noticed my breasts stiffening, and a heat began to rise in my lower body. My body felt like it had been asleep for years, and this stranger's touch brought it to life.

With his eyes locked on me, Joe silently warned me not to follow the stranger. Why should I listen to his commands? Now more than ever, this stranger was awakening sensations in me that I hadn't felt in ages.

I directed my attention to the stranger, his face had prominent features and captivating blue eyes. He gave me a gentle smile, his lips curving upward in a reassuring way. I experienced a flutter in my chest while smiling at him, pressing closer to his touch.

Amidst the deamed atmosphere, Joe's voice emerged, sounding like a faint murmur. “Jasmine, is everything okay with you? You don't even know this guy...”

But I waved my hand dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. Who cared what he thought? This stranger was making me feel alive, and that's all that mattered.

The stranger's hand secure around my waist, his fingers sinking lightly into my flesh. I experienced a tingling sensation throughout my body when he got close, his breath hot as he spoke in my ear.

In a husky whisper, he urged, “come with me.”

Before I realized it, I sat in a car, surrounded by soft leather and an elegant layout. I buried myself deeper into the seat, feeling the softness envelop me. The stranger's voice came from beside me, “Where do you live?.”

But going home was not what I wanted. Inside me, I needed something else, something to make me feel alright.

As I looked over at him, a spark of courage rose within me. Taking a deep breath I asked him for something I never thought I'd ask anyone, let alone a stranger.

“Can you...” I paused, but the alcohol pushed me to open my mouth again. “I need you to fuck me?.”

The stranger's eyes widened, his reaction showed how surprised he was, it showed all over his handsome face before it was quickly replaced by a smoldering heat. He expressed doubt, saying in a low and husky voice, “I'm not sure that's a good idea.”

“Hey, stop being naive; I really need to do this.” I pressured while leaning in to kiss him.

After a while he disengaged from the kiss. “We should take this somewhere more private.” I hear him say to me but I don't care at all, what I need is sex and sex I will get.

“How much am I paying for your service?,” Hearing him ask that question made me want to laugh out loud but I'm desperately in need of a wild moment so I complied. “Thirty thousand dollars,” i whispered, the words sweet like honey. “And you wouldn't regret it at all.” For tonight I was a whore and I love it that way.

The stranger's eyes darkened at my words, a hungry look on his face. In one smooth motion, he turned off the ignition, his hands sliding over my thighs.

It was as if my breathe was paused by my creator as his fingers brushed against my kitty as he lifted the mini skirt I was wearing up, a needy whimper escaping my lips. Encouraged by his caress, I moved my hips against his hard dick in his trousers. 

My eyes are strained, and I heard him moan, his hands clutching my waist, prompting me to keep going. “I'm going to make you feel so good.” He whispered in my ear.

With a low growl, he tugged my panties aside fumbling with his zipper using the other hand to free his cock from its confines and in one sweet and calm move he slid inside of my honey well causing me to enter into a state of ecstasy, not just that, but pure ecstasy.

Next time I opened my eyes was when I heard him talk and my eyes was faced with a used condom, “hey, take a look it's not broken, and it doesn't have any leakage.”

His words nearly spoilt my now joyful mood but I refuse to let him. I know he takes me for the whore that I am tonight, probably scared that I may resurface with stories of becoming pregnant. I scoffed inwardly, “who does he think he is?.”

Wearing my pant properly I opened the car and stepped out. The cool night air enveloped me, feeling sleepy and disoriented. 

Out of nowhere, footsteps resonated in the night, and a figure rushed towards me with urgency. As the person drew closer, I saw that it was the stranger that had just banged away my sorrows. His face etched with concern.

He delivered my bag to me, his fingers making contact with mine. “Would you prefer if I took you somewhere?” he asked in a calm voice.

“maybe a hotel to finish from where we left off.” I answered him with a wink.