Chapter 22 Presley
Presley
“Here, take these. It will take the edge off. We have a long night ahead of us,” Kayla says, handing me a few pills. I’m not new to drugging myself for parties but I’ve never seen these little round blue pills before.
“Did you get them from Demon?” I ask, and she raises a brow.
“How do you know Demon?” she giggles.
“Um, I buy from him. This life isn’t new to me, ” I tell her and she clicks her tongue.
“Interesting. I like his little nickname for you, what is it again? Gumdrop?” she states, and my eyes widen.
How the hell does she know that? “From the look on your face, it seems you are in shock, and I bet you have a lot of questions, ” she purrs, taking her fingernail and moving my hair away from my eye.
“I don’t know what you mean? He’s always called me Gumdrop. He has nicknames for everyone,” I lie, but this girl sees right through it.
“He doesn’t for me and we are a little more acquainted than most. So you’re not his girl?” she asks, and I shake my head. I school my features because that bitch jealousy wants to rear her damn head at her statement.
“Why would you think I was his girlfriend? I belong to Jacob Lee,” I say as bile creeps up my throat from the words that just left my lips.
It’s not a lie, but saying it out loud makes it more real then it needs to be.
I know Caspian and the others will never forgive me for the things that have happened, so why bother fighting for my freedom.
I wish I could tell them the truth. Just tell them everything.
Maybe I’d still have a chance at forgiveness, but I can’t hold out for that.
I don’t know when I’m getting out of here—if I ever will—so what is the fucking point?
It’s not like I have a phone that I could text Beast on.
I know he was there the night they took me from the house after I tried to kill myself.
I couldn’t ask Axel anything when we were together, it’s not like he would tell me.
Spitting on me along with his harsh words was enough of a message that he hates me.
So I have no idea what is going on–on the outside.
I’m just here with this girl I don’t fucking trust. She’s nice enough, but there’s just something about her I don’t like. I haven’t figured it out just yet but I will soon enough.
“He said you were his girl. Guess he didn’t get the memo, huh? He’s fun to play with but that’s about it.” She giggles again, and I want to roll my eyes. Her high pitched laugh makes me grit my teeth. It’s like nails on a chalk board. My god.
“I’m not sure why he would tell you that, but maybe he’s got the wrong girl,” I reply, but she shakes her head, putting a blonde wig over my head.
It’s extremely long, hitting the top of my ass as I sit at a vanity getting ready for the night.
She also gave me a leather crop top that has nipple slits cut out of the cups with a black thong and garter belt.
She picks up the comb, fixing my bangs so they are out of my face.
“Hazel or blue contacts?” she asks, changing the subject, thank god.
“Blue,” I answer as she steps away, going to the closet behind us, opening the drawer and bringing me brand new contacts.
“Put those in and we will work on your make up. Then I’ll introduce you to Johnny.
That’s who you will be with tonight,” she tells me, and I nod as she kneels in front of me, sliding the fishnet thigh high stockings up my legs and attaching the cotton to the garter strings.
Her fingers linger between my thighs and my eyes snap to hers.
“You ever been with a girl before?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“Not willingly,” I answer truthfully, and she laughs.
“I’d love to taste you one day,” she replies with a wink.
What the fuck? I ignore her flirting and pop the contacts in my eyes.
The burn has me blinking and thanking the gods above that we did this first, otherwise my mascara would be running down my face.
“Alright, you look absolutely fuckable already. Remember out there you will be whatever they want you to be. These men and women pay top dollar to see you and be with you for the night,” she tells me, and I nod.
This is nothing new to me. I know how to play the part.
“I understand. I won’t disappoint you,” I tell her, and she smiles.
“I know you won’t. Let’s get your face on so I can bring you to Johnny. He’s probably waiting on us,” she says, and we get to work.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I barely recognize who I see, which I guess is a good thing.
If I can’t be myself, I might as well dive into my new identity and take this shit by the balls.
Standing up, I check myself and fix my tits, then pick up the cherry lip gloss and coat my lips one more time.
Heels clicking behind me have my head snapping towards the sound, and I see Kayla walking towards me alongside a man with long, curly, jet black hair, sky blue eyes, and covered in ink.
His body is slender but cut in all the right places.
His nipples are pierced along with his eyebrow and nose.
I wonder if anything else is. Sheesh. I look away, not wanting to get caught staring but it’s too late.
He smirks at me, and I damn near melt into a puddle of want.
What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be attracted to him or anyone else for that matter, but here I am, already panting for this strange man.
“Presley, I want you to meet Johnny. Jay, this is Presley. You two will be together for a bit. You might as well get acquainted before you go out there to the wolves.” She giggles, handing me a drink.
She twirls the glass, causing the ice to spin along with the amber liquid.
If she thinks I don’t know that she added shit to it, she’s absolutely nuts.
How many times do I need to say I’m not new to this.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Presley,” he says, his voice husk and deep with a low growl laced in his tone. Jesus fucking christ.
“Same here, Johnny,” I reply, taking a sip of the drink as he takes my hand, kissing the top of it.
“Don’t be shy, little one,” he says then looks at Kayla. “She needs a stage name. What are we thinking?” he asks, and before I can make a suggestion, Kayla interrupts me.
“Gumdrop,” she says, and my eyes widen. This fucking bitch.
“I like that,” Johnny replies, still holding onto my hand. She’s such a cunt. Now I’ll be reminded for however long I’m here of the name Caspian calls me. Leave it to some bitch to ruin his name for me. Finishing the drink, I hand it back to her which she takes with a smile. Cunt!
“Alright, I’ll let Mickey know and leave you guys to it. Have fun.” She winks then leaves the room. Johnny looks down at me and smiles then nods over to the couch. We walk over to it and he sits first, gripping my hips and pulling me into his lap.
“So, you understand that we will be working together and giving everyone a show right?” he asks, and I nod.
“I do, and I’m not new to this. Kayla doesn’t seem to understand that. I’ve been doing this for a while now. Just not in a club, more privately,” I tell him, and he frowns.
“Like an escort service?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Let’s just say I have a boyfriend who lets his father’s friends use me to their liking and I get paid for it,” I tell him and my fingers must have a mind of their own because I didn't notice that I’m twirling a finger around his curly hair until he starts laughing.
Why do I feel comfortable with him? I don’t even know him.
“Did you have a choice in the matter?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Do we ever get a choice?”
“I guess we don’t,” he answers, cupping my face.
“You’re gorgeous, and I take it you really aren’t a blonde, are you?”
“No, I’m not, and I don’t have blue eyes either,” I say, and he smiles.
“I know, I can see the green peeking through. One day I’d love to see the real you,” he says, and my heart drops, making me think of Axel.
He always saw the real me. Stripped me bare and still loved me for me.
“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. You will ruin your makeup,” he says with furrowed brows as his thumb gently swipes the fallen tear.
“Sorry, I—”
“No need to be sorry, Presley. You can trust me. As long as we are working together, I will make sure you are comfortable with me. It’s the only way to make it believable,” he tells me, and I nod. He leans forward, licking his lips, causing my breathing to hitch.
“I’m going to kiss you now. The drugs Kayla gave you should be flowing through your veins now.
making tonight easier on you, but I promise, no one will touch you.
No one will hurt you. You’re mine, and I take care of what's mine. You got it?” he says as one hand cups my face and the other pulls me closer.
“I got it,” I whisper as his lips press gently against mine and his tongue swipes across my lips.
He moans as I part my lips and his tongue snakes into my mouth, swirling around mine, causing me to gasp when I feel a metal ball flick against my tongue.
I deepen the kiss, sucking his bottom lip as he shifts me on his lap so I'm straddling him.
I can feel his cock pressing against me, and I rock, running my fingers through his curly hair.
“God damn, Presley,” He groans, running his hands up my back, gripping my shoulder blades and digging his nails into my flesh.
Maybe I really am a slut. I’ve never wanted someone I literally just met seconds ago so fucking bad.
I blame the drugs, because I am so worked up.
I just want him to touch me and never stop.
“I think you’re ready, baby. You want to make some money and give them a show?
” he asks, and I nod as his mouth finds my nipples, sucking them into his mouth.
“If we don’t, we may never leave this couch, Johnny,” I whimper, rocking a little faster. He releases my nipple with a pop and looks up at me with a smile.
“You might be right.” He chuckles, grabbing my ass with both hands and standing as I wrap my legs around his waist. “We’re going in the box tonight. We will start slow, and the more money they throw at us, the further we go,” he warns, and I nod.
“I’ll follow your lead. This is your domain, not mine,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“I think we are going to be great friends,” he says, and for once, I feel okay. It may be the drugs flowing through my veins, and I may very well regret this tomorrow, but for tonight, I actually feel safe with him, and I’m not sure what that means but I’m excited to find out.
“Is your name just Johnny? No stage name?” I ask as we walk towards the door.
“No stage name. I grew up here, but that’s a story for another day. My full name is Johnny Walker Cyprus,” he says, and my whole world spins. No! There’s no fucking way!