AN: Refresher, her longtime boyfriend (Carson) has been drugged and has just realized that Meghan has been lying the entire time.

I look around for Johnny and a huge grin spreads across my face when I see him.

There's no odd hopeful guessing about it, the man's tray is loaded down with food just for me. After being forced to diet for so long, the anticipation of eating a shit load of fats and carbs has me wet.

I hardly notice the men behind Johnny but then I see him.

Trujillo.

The intimidating man hardly glances at Carson as his men artfully get him up without it blatantly looking like a kidnapping. His head rolls around and I can't help but think of them dropping him on his face later.

The image of it makes me smile harder.

"It's been a while kid." He greets.

I would have had a proper response if I wasn't stuffing my face. Instead of words I just nod my head in a "what's up" jerk.

"With how good you've done with him I'm tempted to extend our contract." His presence scares most but I look at the man who's raised me and glare.

"The contract is over now. You kept your side of the bargain and I've kept mine. In order to keep me you'd have to have something I want and sadly, I'm no longer a kid trying to stay off the streets. I'm a woman now who can handle herself."

"Thanks to me." He growls.

I nod my head in respect to that but keep my voice strong.

"I just want to live my life now, is that so bad? I'm no longer that kid slinking around garbage cans and I thank you for that. But I need to move on before this life kills me."

In the past several years I've seen plenty of friends my age die and I have no desire to join them. My desire to live didn't simmer and burn out when I was cold and/or hungry sitting on park benches, I'm sure as hell not going to let it go out now.

Trujillo just watches me for a long time so I decide to start eating again.

No need for my food to get cold.

Johnny plops down another shot and margarita before he disappears again. This time he's changed the flavor.

"What do you plan on doing?" The man across from me finally asks.

"Whatever I want." Is my response and the sound of it makes my body shiver in anticipation.

"What do you plan on doing to make money?"

My shoulders shrug in response but I know that I can write up any of his connections as references to get a job. He may be mad but he'd never deny me that.

"So is this goodbye?" His voice sounds as sad as it can without changing pitch.

"Of course not. One, I'd like to deliver a promise and two, it's better to stay in touch than to try and disappear."

We smirk at each other but say nothing else until I'm finished with my food and ready to pop.

"Where will you take him?" I ask leaning back into the booth. If I was wearing pants, I'd unbutton them.

"The house, why? You want to say goodbye?" Even though we haven't had a conversation in a while, he picks up on what I'm not saying.

"Yeah, but only a quickie. I'm a free woman with a busy schedule." I rub it in and he ignores me.

"I'll only keep him here for a day. You know where we'll be." With that, Trujillo stands up and leaves.

~~~

Seeing Carson tied up to a chair makes me horny. They've put him in a concrete room with only one way in or out. We're deep underground in the basement of a daycare Trujillo owns.

It's kind of twisted to know that happy children sometimes play right above dead men.

As Carson wakes up slowly, I sit in his lap and grind into his growing erection. I'm not sure if the sounds out of his mouth are words or moans.
Either way, I've set something in motion.

"Shhh, we don't want them to hear us now do we?" I ask in a purr as his dick get fully aroused by the sound of my voice.

I'm pretty sure there's at least one camera in this room watching me but I don't really care.

This woman has needs.

His eyes open and widen slowly as he realizes that he wasn't dreaming.

"You bitch!" Carson slurs in a thick voice and lunges forward. I scoot back a bit so our foreheads don't smash.

I swing my arm back to give it momentum as I smack the shit out of him. The surprise on his face would've made me laugh if I wasn't so pissed.

"Watch your mouth when talking to me. I'm not the one tied to a chair."

Understanding colors his eyes when he moves his arms and notices that he doesn't have a free range of motion. The air I breathe out escapes me in huffs as I get slicker from grinding.

"Let me go baby. This has all been a big misunderstanding." His voice takes on a quality that makes me wet. There's a lot I can say about this man but I'd never say that he doesn't have pull.

Instead of answering him I grind harder against his dick. Since I'm in my dress, the friction between his jeans and my thin panties is phenomenal.

"That's it baby, almost there." He grunts out as he pumps his pelvis up to meet mine. A primal understanding has reached his brain that nothing gets discussed until we fuck.

I feel soft kisses on my collarbone and little bites just how I like it. Moaning at the pleasure, I untie my dress so that he can kiss more skin. I told him what I liked early on in our "relationship" but I'm surprised he remembered since he never once did it.

As my climax comes closer, nothing else matters. My tempo speeds up and my breathing gets heavier. I try to ease off the pressure but Carson's upward thrusts hit exactly where I'm most sensitive.

In a moment of weakness, I kiss him thoroughly as I come.

The hard thrumming of my clit excites me to no end. Rubbing my over sensitive nub has my body involuntarily cringing but I continue on because I know another orgasm is right-

"Ah!" I choke out as the shockwaves take over my form. Carson watches me in anger because even though he never bothered to make me come, he still doesn't like that he's not the one giving me pleasure.

When my body stops twitching, I lustfully look down at the mess I've made.

With proper handling, I could easily be a squirter with how wet I am but sadly he never could bring out the full flood.

"I want you inside me." My voice is deeper with lust but I can easily be understood.

I didn't ask it as a question but Carson nods his head all the same. Lifting up, my thighs slightly quake and I grin at how bad they'll get once I'm done.

I unbutton his jeans and only move them back slightly to free what I want.

Moving my panties to the side, I rub us together a few times before I slide down onto his dick.

"Fuucck." He breathes out.

Realizing that I don't want to hear him talk, I reach over to the table beside us and grab some fabric to gag him with. With his mouth already open, it was an easy task to stuff it in his mouth and promptly tie it behind his head.

His eyes are still clouded with lust since I'm moving his tip around but they also show surprise.

"This is about my pleasure, not yours." I inform him.

Ignoring the sounds he make, I grab the hair at the back of his scalp and really start to move. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel my pleasure build. The stretch of my vaginal walls makes them clamp tighter only to be stretched further.

Ooohhh my, what bliss.

Taking him so roughly has me so wet that I have no idea why I haven't done this sooner. My mind clouds in pleasure and for a moment everything seems as it should.

Carson grunts from my force but that doesn't stop him from thrusting up to meet me.

The 'shits' and 'fucks' stream through my mouth as I hit something particularly delicious.

The sound of us echoes off the concrete walls and I moan louder just to hear myself.

As I get closer, my free hand pulls my breasts out of my bra and I start to pull hard on them.

"Yes, yesss..." I groan.

Taking my hands away from their previous positions, I wrap them around Carson's neck. His eyes bulge in panic but I won't stop.

Squeezing with all my might, I use his neck as leverage as I slam down hard onto his cock. I always envisioned choking the shit out of him, why not do it while he can't fight me on it?

With a final push, exquisite ecstasy fries my circuits. I can hear Carson somewhere coughing and choking on his gag but it sounds a million miles away.  

Leaning into his body, I catch my breath and to be nice I untie the gag so that he can catch his.

"I think that's the best sex we've ever had." I say lazily as I carefully remove myself from his lap.

My thighs quake in silent rage but they still allow me the ability to stand and walk.

Seeing his still fully erect cock makes me want to hop back on, but then again I know that this round he'll finish too and I don't want that. I take my time moving my underwear back in place and tying my dress back, I even take his gag and rub off the juices that slid down my thighs.

We're both calmed down by the time I start.

"Now, let's talk." I say before slamming my first into his once smug face.

Growing up like I did, there's no way in hell I wasn't taught how to knock a bitch on their ass.

AN: I was going to add more but I haven't updated in so long that I'll just make this into two parts.