Arawn
My mother worked the streets as well.
But she was nothing like Nerthus.
She lacked everything and most of all, strength.
As my father got to know I existed he compensated my mother well. Well, enough to have us living regally. She didn’t provide any differently for me though. She just stopped selling herself but kept on spending all her money on her drugs and every waking minute popping pills.
According to her, it was already the biggest mercy that she had come to take me out of that orphanage.
She was convinced I should venerate her like her Goddess for it. At first, I was confused, but slowly I began to understand that it wasn’t that loving gesture as what she sold it to me.
Without me, she wouldn’t have gotten any money.
My father didn’t know that she hated me just because I was looking a lot like him.
In front of him, she played the worried mom. An
ArawnI walk into the police station with a strange feeling.Two of my men are walking in with me and this surely doesn’t help from getting weird looks thrown at us.I clear my throat as I stop in front of what seems to be a reception desk run by uniformed rookies. “I’d like to talk to Detective Ramirez.”The young man looks at me wide-eyed as he looks down at his computer. “Sure, Sir. Do you have an appointment? Is he expecting you?”I just stare at him. “No.”He gets visibly uncomfortable and eyes up at the men standing behind me. “Okay, Sir. Let me call him real quick. Please, take your seat.”“Thank you.” I step away from his desk, and we sit down on a few chairs fixated on the wall to wait for the detective.While we wait, I wonder how Nerthus must have been feeling waiting for someone to help her out as she was looking for her friend.As a man dressed in a worn-out suit turns around the corner, I get up on my feet. My men following me swiftly. “Hi, I’m Detective Ramirez. How can
My lovelies Please accept my apologies for not updating for so long. I'm currently in my exam prep, and my thesis is due by the 27th of May. After that, I will have a bit more air to breathe and also write. By the end of June, I will finally be over with all my exams and I will hopefully get my Law School Degree :D That means: From July on you will get a lot of updates. I have my book about Nerthus and Arawn fully outlined now, and I hope you will enjoy all the exciting things I have prepared for you. I thank you with all my heart for bearing with me and for all your patience and support
I was 15 when I first sold myself. Setting it up through a cousin of mine, I got quite good money for my virginity. And while the other girls were telling their awkward stories or crying over their heartbreak, I soon discovered that mine was quite the best way to go. Boys were idiots anyway. Pretty little puppies that were ready to pay to not be left alone. At the age of 17, I moved out and went to live in the city. My cousin knew a guy who owned a house where people like me could stay. Nobody asks questions, everybody minds their own business. I shared a room with a woman named Hoang Lan. She came from Vietnam. She had been sold out far younger than me, as her parents were poor and needed the money. A girl is just a burden in a world made for boys. The difference between Lan and me was that while I paid a provision to my cousin and was allowed to keep a bit of money for myself, she never saw a dime. Her pimp paid for what she needed, and the rest was sent directly to her parents. S
Nerthus “She was everything I had.” I roll my eyes internally as I comfort the man crying next to me. “Oh, poor Max. I’m sure Yuppie will look down on you and is always with you.” Yes, he just lost his cat a few days ago. As I got off the streets, I was surprised how many men just booked me to talk or go out without even touching me. Society can be really hard on men without an appropriate companion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for any easily earned money. And I don’t enjoy a man’s touch particularly. But I’m not good with people. I’m better in bed. So, having people wanting to act as a babysitter or a shrink weighs on me. I prefer being fucked from the moment I get in, to the moment I get out. If there is no talking, it is even better. “Maybe there is something I can do, to make you feel better, Max?” I purr, moving my hand over his leg and he lifts his head out of his hands and stares at me incredulously. “You can’t bring her back, can you?!” He shouts before starting
Nerthus Of course, I never have to wait long in such an outfit at this hour. I try to keep the conversation with my cabdriver to a minimum. Fortunately, he talks so much that I can keep my answers short. I really don’t like conversing with men when I’m not getting paid for it. He drives me across the buzzing city like he wants to establish a new record and I nearly get to re-taste my coffee. Arrived at the beautiful office building near Madison Square Garden, I take the elevator to a floor at a dizzy high. As I step out of the elevator, I enter a bumbling world of its own. My high heels clack on the tiled floor as I reach the large and elegant reception. The massive desk reflects the sand-colored tiles of the floors and outshines it with incorporated embellishments in gold and brown. The letters of the agency name thrones on it prominently, following the color pattern. Fabulous Companion Putting my hands on the chilly surface of the reception desk, I clear my throat before speak
Nerthus I slip out of my heels with a sigh and throw my bag on my white couch in the living room. The happiness I feel every time I get home is something I still can’t believe. The money I spent on having it furnished in white and dark brown colors, to have it lined with white and grey tiles and to have the white walls worked in stucco, might be extortionate, but I don’t regret even a dime. I also put a lot of effort into decorating the rooms with fresh flowers and mostly yellow or pink home accessories. My love for modern art that I got to know through my many advanced trainings sponsored by the agency, manifests itself through the colorful artworks I have hanging on the walls. Apart from that, my apartment is pretty clinical. I don’t have anything personal on display. Not that I would have any pretty memories to disclose. I like to say that my apartment is just like me. Fully pragmatic. After taking a short shower, I slip into an oversized shirt and cotton shorts. While my pasta
Nerthus “No long stares.” I nod, picking up a peanut from the bowl in front of me. “No girlfriend experience.” I plop another peanut into my mouth and chew while nodding again. “No small talk.” I point to Jenna, forming a gun with my thumb and my index. “That’s actually my favorite.” She giggles as she takes a sip of her white wine and wrinkles her forehead. “What are kawaii voices?” I point to my mouth, circling as I swallow. “It’s when you talk like a child. Some men like that, though.” Jenna distorts her face, taking another sip. “Oh, God. Yes. I once had a client I had to dress in a tutu for. And every time I got out of that hotel room, my vocal chords were bleeding.” I laugh, nodding. “I had one that wanted to be whipped while I talked to in such a voice. It was really disturbing.” “Gotta love the creeps.” Jenna says, taking a peanut. “But well, I prefer them to the brutes any moment.” Jenna sighs, munching. “Yeah.” She lies my phone back down on the counter and I ta
Nerthus “Oh, no. He didn’t!” I laugh as I fight myself up the stepper. GiGi moves his hand down dismissively and grins. “Ah, babe. You know how much I love a walking red flag. All shapes and shades are alright for me.” I have to hold myself to the railings as I nearly trip over with laughter. My friend just told me how a guy got his number from him last night. Apparently, he had waited outside until he was about to close up the bar, just to hijack him. He was so agitated that he kept asking him while shouting out loud and now I can’t get the picture of my best friend being yelled at while he scribbles his phone number hastily down on a slip of paper out of my head. “But, puff, he was breath-taking.” “I’m dying. Please, stop it.” He grins as he keeps climbing the rolling steps and I let myself roll to the floor, to catch my breath. As I stand there, with my arms propped to my sides, my gaze meets the one of my fitness instructors. Derek lifts his arm as soon as our eyes meet to wa