Wesley
Chapter four
Everything is going just as planned. It couldn’t be more perfect.
I never imagined CPS would show up that quickly, but I guess when you mention a young child and fear that she may be exposed to physical and emotional abuse by her drug-riddled aunt, it catches their attention.
And well, I may have also mentioned having seen her sister being rough with her, leaving bruises on her body.
I’ve got a fucking hard-on knowing that bitch is getting what she deserves.
I’d much rather be out celebrating with Colt than waiting for Savannah to respond.
But I’ve got a stiffy and no desire to handle it on my own.
I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face, knowing that finally, I’ll be free from Sierra and she’ll no longer be a thorn in my side. She’s a constant reminder of the life I had before she came in and tore it down like a wrecking ball.
At first, I was devastated, unable to process what I’d seen.
When I dropped her off that morning, I could still feel the shock pulsating within me.
But then the next day came. As my emotions shifted to hatred, my life unraveled into catastrophe.
All I’ve wanted since then is to inflict the same pain on her.
It’s been my life’s mission, and at long last, it feels like I completed what I set out to do.
My phone vibrates in my hands and I get hopeful it’s Colt messaging back that he’s able to ditch the family bullshit. But when I look, it’s not.
Savvy: Yeah, I can be there in 30, just let me ditch Jasmine.
Me: C U then.
Dropping my phone on the bed, I head downstairs to get something to drink and wait for Savannah to show up. As I round the corner at the end of the stairs, I hear Dad’s voice booming from his office.
“We’re back on, Neal.” He must be talking on the phone, which is odd because he usually uses the speakerphone for business calls at home.
“Yeah, I don’t have a set date, but when I do, I’ll let you know.
Yeah, she was sick and needed some time to recover.
The manager at the club messaged me to let me know this morning.
Not that I would care, not like I want to kiss the slut, just fuck her.
” More silence, before his voice rings out again.
“Sounds good. I’ll have the room on standby.
Let the others know.” I hear the clink of the phone hanging up, then the sound of his office chair rolling across the hardwood floor.
I step back around the corner, not wanting him to see me. Great, just as I get rid of one slut, another comes in full force, ready to take her place. They’re like fucking cockroaches.
I’m on a roll today. I’ll get rid of this bitch just as easily as I did Sierra. I just need to find out who she is. After seeing Dad’s receipts, I know she works at Tiger Tail, so I’ll start there.
Dad’s footsteps get closer and I duck into the hallway bathroom until he passes. Speaking with him is not on my agenda at the moment. I don’t want him bringing down my happy mood. It would definitely be a boner killer.
He heads up the stairs, and when I can’t hear his footsteps anymore, I step out of my hiding place. I forget about needing a drink. I want to get back to my room, eager to learn more about this place.
Just as I go to head up the stairs, the doorbell rings. Groaning, I turn and take a few steps to grab the doorknob, swinging it open. Savannah is standing on the other side. Has it been thirty minutes already?
“Hey baby, it didn’t take as long as I thought. I didn’t know you lived so close to Jasmine.”
Her voice grates on my nerves and damn if she can lie like a sociopath.
Jasmine lives nowhere near me. My best guess is she ditched her anywhere she could without a second thought.
Savannah is cold and conniving. It’s one reason she made the best attack dog to sic on Sierra.
She’s relentless. Of course, it also didn’t hurt that she was always jealous of her and our relationship.
She saw this as a perfect opportunity to snag me for herself.
“Something’s come up, so I’m going to take a raincheck.” She reaches out, cupping my cock with her hand.
“Seems like he still wants me. Come on, baby, let me make you feel good.” She leans and kisses my neck, trying her damndest to change my mind.
“Fine, let’s go upstairs and get it over with. I got shit I need to do.” I remove her hand from my crotch and step to the side, allowing her to come in.
She follows me up the stairs, the overpowering scent of the floral perfume she’s wearing almost choking me. It smells as if she showered in it.
Dad doesn’t make an appearance, thankfully. I shut the door behind me as we step into my bedroom. I unbutton my pants and pull my cock out before lying down on the bed, resting my head on the headboard.
Savannah just stands there licking her lips as her eyes peruse my body.
“Are you sucking me off or not?” I don’t have time for games. I need to find out about this stripper and the fucking club Dad met her at.
“You’re not going to get undressed?”
Is she for real?
“Why do I need to get undressed for you to suck my cock? All we need is my dick accessible, which it is, and your mouth. So what’s the problem?” I’m about to kick her ass out if she doesn’t hurry the fuck up. I can rub one out on my own and get the same result.
She moves to the bed and crawls up between my legs. Her hand takes hold of my cock and she guides it into her mouth. She sucks on the head, twirling her tongue around my slit, teasing me. But that’s not what I want. I’m not in the mood for slow. I want it fast and hard.
I take hold of her hair, gripping it tightly as I force her mouth down until I hit the back of her throat, taking joy in listening to her gag. I’m relentless with the pace, knowing exactly how I like it. Her hand reaches up, taking hold of mine as she tries to pull it loose from her hair.
When the fuck did she start thinking she was in charge?
Bucking my hips up, I move in sync with the thrusts of her head.
I can feel my balls tingle as they tighten, and I know I’m close.
Closing my eyes, I envision Sierra as the one gagging on my cock, tears streaming down her face and begging me to stop.
That’s all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge.
My cock twitches, shooting cum straight to the back of Savannah’s throat, choking her.
I jerk one more time, emptying my load before I release her hair, allowing her to move.
“What the fuck, Wes?” she cries as she sits up. Her eyes glisten, the tears leaving black streaks down her cheeks.
“Hey, I gave you the option to leave. I wanted it fast and rough. Don’t bitch because I wasn’t all loving and sweet.
When have I ever been when you’ve sucked me off?
” I push her off of me, causing her to fall backward on her ass.
Standing up, I step into my bathroom and get a wet washcloth, cleaning myself up before buttoning my pants.
She’s standing at my dresser, staring at something, when I walk back into my room.
“Okay, I need to handle some stuff. You know the way out.”
Savannah picks up what she’s looking at and turns to face me. “What’s this and why is the skank’s name on it?”
“None of your damn business. Just put it back and go.” I step over to my desk and sit down, powering up my laptop. I’ve got my back to her, hoping she will get the hint.
She lets out a huff, and when I don’t acknowledge it, she lets out another one. A couple of minutes later, my bedroom door shuts. I sigh and pull up the search drive, needing to know whatever I can about Tiger Tail.
There’s only one place with that name here in town.
Hopefully, it isn’t out of town. I don’t think Dad would have gone far, so I’ll try here first. I want a picture so I know who she is, but they don’t have a website.
We are in the year two thousand, what business owner doesn’t?
I do come across some reviews, the majority mentioning Lilac—the new fucking whore wrecking my life.
Bingo! There’s their number. I stand up and grab my phone, dialing it. I’ll see if I can get anything that way.
After the ninth ring, I’m about to hang up when someone finally picks up. “Tiger Tail, how can I help you?” a feminine voice asks.
“Yes, is Lilac working tonight?”
“No, she isn’t.”
Fuck. So much for showing up. “When will she be? My best friend is getting married and we want to have his bachelor’s party. An old fraternity brother of mine had his there and raves about her. So, I want to book her for a private dance.”
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak with the manager if you want to book a party with her. He’s not here at the moment, but I can have him call you back if you give me your name and number.”
Do I leave my name? Dad’s already booked her for a private party so the manager would recognize his last name. I think for a moment, but I guess I take too long.
“Sir, did you want to leave a message?”
“Yes, it’s Wes and my number is 555-547-6823.” When the manager calls me back, I’ll just give him Mom’s maiden name.
“Got it. I’ll leave it for him and he’ll return your call.” The phone line goes silent and I sit there, contemplating my next action while I wait for him to call.
My eyes scan the room, landing on my dresser. Hmm, why not see what my dad has on that flash drive? I walk over to get it, but it’s not on my dresser. What the fuck? It was here a few minutes ago. I’m moving stuff around when it hits me—Savannah. That bitch took it. I’m going to strangle her.
Immediately, I dial her number. It rings, then goes to voicemail.
“Savannah, you took something that doesn’t belong to you. Get your ass back here. Now.”
Next, I text.
Me: Where’s the fucking flash drive?
I wait, but she doesn’t reply.
Me: You’re going to find yourself in a position worse than Sierra if the flash drive isn’t returned.
Five minutes pass and nothing. I pick up my keys off the dresser, ready to head to her house.
Me: Seeing how you won’t answer, guess I need to go to your house. I’m sure your mom would like to hear all about your extracurricular activities bullying the poor girl at school and being a fucking cum dumpster for the football team.
Savvy: Stop being an ass Wes. I didn’t realize I still had it in my hand. I’m having to run an errand for my mom as we speak. I’ll give it to you in the morning. It’s not like I care what’s on it.
Me: In the morning. I’d hate for you to find out the consequences if you don’t have it. You will regret it.
Savvy: Baby, why would I ever go against you? See you in the morning. I can still taste you on my tongue.
I roll my eyes. What the fuck do I do now?
A few more hours won’t matter to see what my dad has on her.
Can’t wait to see how it goes tomorrow when she doesn’t show up to school and the rumors fly.
On the off chance she does then I’m going to have a boner the whole day seeing her pitiful looking face.
Life is good.