บททั้งหมดของ Stalking The Smut Slut : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1: prologue, five years agoEast Bridgewater, MassachusettsHarley (age 17)With all the plans going on tonight, everything is in complete chaos. Graduation day seems to do that, though. I slide my arms into my gown and zip the front, topping off the ensemble with the uncomfortable blue cap that matches it.I take a look in the mirror hanging on the back of my door and paste a smile on my face, trying to rid the negative thoughts from my mind."You can do this, Harley. Everything will be just fine, I promise you." Tonight, me and Alec are supposed to have sex for the first time, and I'm fucking terrified. I know it's not going to be all fucking rainbows and sunshine, or roses on the bed and shit, but it will feel fucking amazing. I run a brush through my long, dark hair and run my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back and hang perfectly over my shoulders. I apply a coat of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner to my lower lid and blink a few times.Finishing off m

Chapter 3: The Day the Storm StruckHarley (age 21)As I exit the building for the last time, I push open the studio door and step out into the hot sun. Navigating through the campus at Brockton Community College, I notice the smiling faces of all the other graduates who are leaving their last class of the day. Tomorrow, we graduate from college and are now in control of planning the rest of our lives. Hudson is going off to New York to continue his football dream, glad to be getting out of this vile city. Me? I’m sticking around Massachusetts, but I’m taking a job at a dance academy up in Dorchester, much closer to beautiful, magical Boston.Since the sun is shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky, I decide to walk back to my apartment instead of hitching a ride. Alec is due home any day now. His return is all that I can fucking think about. He stayed true to his word and enlisted in the Marines right after graduation, leaving me a few short weeks later. We’ve talked here and there

Chapter 5: Trapped in Different PrisonsHarleyAs I strut down the street tonight, a little unsteady on my feet, the high black heels I chose to wear start to irritate my heels. I'm actually shocked that I haven't busted my ass yet considering how much alcohol is currently rushing through me. The number of people who have stopped their cars by the side of the road and catcalled me has increased, but every time I check the John, I leave dissatisfied. I won't get in the car with just anyone because, believe it or not, I have standards. Another car pulls up to the curb as I approach one of the gentleman's clubs on the city's main drag. The man rolls down the window and pokes his head out while whistling at me. Eh, he’s not bad looking, so why the fuck not?I never thought I’d be walking the streets trying to fuck for some money. Fucking NEVER.I never thought I’d be shooting dope, sniffing coke, or smoking meth, either. Fucking NEVER.I never thought I’d give up on my dreams of dancing. N

Chapter 7: Wicked DesiresHarley**I try to work on my tan as I lounge on the roof of our apartment building with the bright sun beating down on my shoulders. I raise my head toward the scorching sun and push my shades up my nose while listening to the hum of the city and the sounds below. The door to the roof opens, and Alec walks out, still dressed in his cammies. I immediately sit up, just as he grazes his hand up my bare leg at the end of the chair. "Hey, baby girl. Getting some sun?" He asks in a low, sweet voice, sweeping his desire-filled gaze across my body, taking in the sight of the tiny bikini covering my intimate areas."Yes, it's the perfect day for it. "How come you're home so early?"I can tell that something is wrong from the expression on his face. However, Alec remains silent. Instead, he frenzies over my lips, slipping his tongue inside and passionately curling it around mine. With each methodical brush of his tongue against mine, the worry in my heart fades, and th

Chapter 9: Harley's Sick LoveOctoberHarleyMy vision is blurred by the strobe lights as I seductively climb the shiny pole with both hands while eye-fucking the audience. When I reach the top, I wrap my legs around it and let myself fall. As I sway back and forth to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers, my hair sweeps across the stage. I twirl my body around the pole while still hanging upside down as Ride by Ciara hums in my ears and my hips methodically follow the beat. I see Stacks watching my routine from the back corner of the club, his eyes glistening with admiration and approval. Bills flutter throughout the air, cascading over the stage from the hungry men applauding my moves. I lose myself in the music and allow it to carry me to a soothing place free from suffering or loss. When my set ends and I walk off stage, flirtatiously waving to the cheering crowd, I run into Stacks on my way to the dressing room."Great fucking job, Savage. The fucking crowd loves you."