7

Sidney

I was about to have her when she rolled off me. I couldn't believe he left me like this, hard and with my testicles hurting. She and I didn't understand how I needed to have this woman. Taste their breasts in my mouth and their pussy on my penis. I just wanted to take a moment and be able to fuck her hard and give her all the pleasure she deserved, but she pulled away from me. Since she did this to me, we were doing so well.

"What it was? “ I asked angrily, my testicles hurting with so much lust I felt for this woman.

"You will stay away from me!" he commanded, panting.

"Yeah, you've said that several times!" “ I faced her being tired of hearing that and feeling rejected by her. She was frustrated, but I was even more so. At first I admit it was a fetish for her, but now it was more than a fetish, because I want to fuck her not just once but several times and I couldn't wait for that to happen. “Look, why don't you make this easy? We both want…

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the door.

"Adeline! Adeline!" I called her, but she ignored me completely. “ What a son of a bitch... “ I muttered, irritated because I wanted more, she left me confused and even indecisive, that even when I didn't think about having a future with her, my body said that I belonged to her. Despite everything, I showed a sideways smile, because at least I achieved something.

I reached behind my back and took out the hairpin that was stuck in her hair and was all I needed to unlock the cuffs. She would be the perfect target to get what I wanted. Now, I had the freedom to fulfill my goals: find the guy and fuck him without interruption. I could hardly wait for her to come back so I could take her right.

With great care and precision, I inserted the clamp into the cuffs, trying to get free before someone else entered. I've already opened several doors with staples or some fine-tipped object, you just need the opportunity.

Adeline

I got home with nerves on edge and in wet panties. All because of that problem, but it wouldn't happen again. “It can't happen again” , I told myself countless times. I opened the living room windows. It needed air, it felt stuffy; I felt heat in my body.

I appreciated my modest and humble neighborhood. He didn't live in a poor neighborhood, but he wasn't the best either. I kept thinking about my life and how everything went these last few months. I had promised myself that it would be different from last year, in everything. I wanted to save more money to move to a better place, because I spent almost all of it on my dead mother's treatment, not to mention that my sister stole the rest of the money I had saved. I wanted something new and better. I was young, I had a lot of life ahead of me, so I knew it wasn't too late to start something new if I wanted to.

I felt my legs being stroked and heard my puppy's purr. I looked down, meeting my pet's exotic gaze. I took my cat in my arms and sat on the couch, stroking his tabby coat.

The doorbell rang and I thought it was strange because I wasn't expecting anyone and I lived alone. I opened the door and was surprised to see my sister.

- I can enter? he asked me with his body curled up.

I let her in and closed the door.

“What do you want, Jessica? I looked at her with little patience. My sister was tall, thin, and had shoulder-length straight hair.

"Can't I see my beloved sister?" he asked with a smile.

I continued to stare at her with a few friendly faces. My sister was a drug addict and walked the streets. At least until last year it was like that, and whenever I returned, I wanted something: Money or spending the night at my house to steal something of value from me and disappear again.

" How are you?" he asked.

“ Just say what you want... I've had a busy day and I want to rest!" I showed my unmoving side.

"Oh my God, Adeline!" After not seeing each other for so long, you receive me like this... “” Jessica glared at me indignantly.

"Yes. The last time we saw each other, you slept over at my place and stole the gold necklace Mom had given me."

“About that…” She reached into her purse and pulled out the necklace. “Here.

I took the necklace and faced her, even if she gave it back, one thing doesn't cancel out the other.

"I thought you sold it!"

“I sold it, but I got it back…” She looked away.

I took a deep breath and looked her up and down. At least this time she looked better than before, better dressed and sober.

“Adeline, I know I hurt you, I stole your things, I didn't help you take care of our mother when she was sick, but… I'm better now. " She tried to talk to me but I didn't believe her anymore.

- And even? “ I approached her and grabbed her purse.

"Give me the bag, you crazy girl!" he shouted, trying to take it back, but I wouldn't let him. I unzipped it and turned it over, dropping the stuff inside. They had two bags of cocaine.

"I can see you've changed!" The good thing about all this is that you probably didn't come to rob me, since you still have cocaine...

“ Well, I really didn't come... Not this time! I got a job.

- Same? What kind of job? Let me guess… Drug dealer!

- No! In a bar… At Hermosa.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Hermosa was a strip club , so I already knew what it did. What made me most indignant was that Jessica was always the smartest, the one with the best grades, the one that everyone praised and bet would have a promising job. And she might have, if she hadn't lost herself so much in her teens. She was older than me, my example. We used to be so close and I had a huge amount of admiration for her, but after the age of eighteen it completely changed.

“ I just need to tell you that you're a stripper … “ I insinuated without any fear.

“ Of course… Because you're perfect, aren't you? She graduated, has her own house, helped her mother when she was sick… The perfect daughter, without defects!

"I never said that!"

"But you act like it is!" My sister, I'm sorry if I wasn't what everyone expected. " She lamented tearing and I could feel her pain.

I looked at her, seeing the sadness in her eyes, but I didn't let myself go, because she had already let me down several times.

“It's pretty clear I'm not welcome… So I'm leaving. If you need me, you know where to find me. After all, like it or not, I'm your only family you've got left. he said, staring at me, taking out the words I had to say to him. She took her things from her bag and left, and I confess that seeing her go broke my heart, but I was already tired of her false promises, so I didn't stop her.

Sidney

Midnight, perfect time for me to get out of this room. I tried, once again, to open the handcuffs and I couldn't. I was getting desperate, this was the only chance I had to get out. I closed my eyes, thinking about giving up and trying again later, but an image of a blonde woman came to mind.

I remembered the day I won the kickboxing match, how difficult it was, because the fighter was one of the best boxers that ever lived, but, above all, I remembered why I managed to win. I succeeded, because I looked at the posh blonde, who conveyed a winning look. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and tried again. I achieved!

He was still weak, but he couldn't stop, not this time. I got up and walked to the door; I looked around and it was deserted. I only had an hour. I started walking through the halls, I was better than before. I saw the door of one of the rooms open and, before they saw me, I entered the nearest room, without thinking about the consequences. Lucky for me the patient was asleep. It was an elderly lady, who was fast asleep. I went to the bathroom, because I had a feeling that someone was going to enter the room. I left the door slightly open and peeked in, seeing that it was a janitor.

“Damn,” I muttered. He was going to go into the bathroom to take out the trash, so I leaned against the wall. He barely got in and I caught him from behind, putting my arm around his neck and forcing him not to let go. The man tried to resist, but I immobilized his head, causing him to lose strength and pass out.

"I'm sorry, friend, but there was no other way," he said, bending down and starting to take off his clothes. I needed your uniform, which came with the cap, for my disguise. I got dressed and took the clothes I had with me. I stared at him once more, looking at the state I'd left him in. Leaving a man with only shoes and underpants, he said:

"Apologies once again…"

I adjusted the uniform, praying that no one would suspect, as it was small. The shirt bared my stomach and the pants were above my ankles. The man was small, no more than five foot seven.

I left the room and went over to the container, where the cleaner was putting the garbage, and started walking until I reached the room where the documents were kept. He walked anxiously and as fast as he could. When he was almost there, one of the nurses came out of the room. That's when I saw the guy I was looking for. I looked at the number and kept walking, heading towards the nearest bathroom.

"Please..." said the nurse.

I stopped, feeling my heart racing. I had my back to her, so I lowered my cap, covering my face more, shrugged my shoulders and directed my head to the side, giving her the little side view of my face.

"I ask you to come through this room later, please."

I nodded, complying with his request, and continued walking in the opposite direction.

“And look…

I stopped again, starting to think of plan "B" in case plan "A" went wrong.

“You must be new here… You need to order a new uniform, one that's your size,” he said, laughing and walking in the opposite direction of mine.

I nodded and continued, taking a few steps, just to give her time to walk away. I came back with the garbage can and went to the room. There he was, sleeping. I clenched my fists, squinted my eyes, and filled my chest. I never thought I could hate someone so much that I wanted to kill them.

I took three steps and the guy woke up, staring at me. I saw that he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, let alone move, which was in my favor. I stopped for a few seconds, staring at him, realizing that it would be the first time I had hit someone incapacitated and out of combat, something a fighter should never do. It would be sheer cowardice! I remembered everything I learned from my coach and I took a step back, in doubt whether to proceed or not. I remembered my father: if you start, finish; otherwise, don't even think about it.

When I was about to approach him, he started moaning loudly, trying to speak, still having difficulty. I wanted to go further, but I heard footsteps, so I had to leave the room. I took the garbage cart and walked away, but first I left the object somewhere. I went back to my room and tried to change quickly, before someone came in. I threw the janitor's uniform out the window, put my clothes back on and lay down, putting on and locking the handcuffs around my wrist. I couldn't believe that, once again, I had failed. It was not possible!