Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

There it was, those words again and the name Jester. It had haunted him all throughout high school at the moment where he had found enough courage to even talk to a girl and then have it all turned around and thrown right back into his face. His face was turning red as Tessa took the highball glass from his hand then took her seat on the couch and acted as if she was a queen. Then the taunted started up again and he felt himself shrink. She seemed to have held some kind of strange mystic hold on his confidence and with each word she spoke he felt it diminish further and further. Shes just a prostitute now. Youre better than her. Youve made something of yourself. He said inside of his head as he continued to be berated. Even with these words in his head he continued to feel diminished, that he was no longer a King as was his namesake, but as a Jester like how Tessa called and mocked him. Pulling the money out of his pocket he laid out the money on the coffee table. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, all the way up to four hundred dollars. Certainly not the most that he had paid for a woman, and he looked almost ashamed as he stared down at the money that he had counted out. Then it finally hit him. This bitch that was sitting across from him was being paid by him. She was reliant upon his patronage in order to survive. No longer was he the one writing up her history essay or helping brush up all her math homework. She was here, to suck and fuck at his leisure for as long as he wanted. He would be damned if he let her call the shots again. I-Ill be right back. He got up from the couch, quickly quaffed the snifter he had poured for himself and stepped by the doorway and pulled out his cellphone. It was a quick call back to the agency and he decided that he wanted her for an overnighter. Though the scheduler at the other end seemed a bit hesitant, he dropped his name just once and the tone turned much more agreeable. They knew that he would pay them in full and that they would not want to miss out on such a big whale of a paycheck. Once things had gotten finalized, he shut off his phone and locked the door. A dark look filled his eyes and he smiled inwardly, he was going to take his revenge tonight and Tessa had no idea what was about to hit her. For all she knew, he was taking a business call and not extending her contract. A contract that he was going to make the most of. He returned this time with a briefcase, a small one that he had brought along with a few documents and other items. One of the items was two grand in twenty dollar bills all nicely collected and wrapped with one of those official looking tapes from one of those fancy banks denoting exactly how much was in there. He opened up the case and pulled it out before holding it in front of him. It was the rate that he agreed upon with the agency for an overnighter with Tessa and he simply smiled at her, almost unnervingly so. So, I spoke with your agency and I decided that since time is of such concern to you that I would like an overnighter. Twelve hours, they were more than readily accepting of this two grand that I carry with me for your services. Speaking of which, he suddenly swung the hefty wad of cash and struck her in the side of the head, the thickness enough more than enough to be considered a blunt force object. He hit her again and again, each time striking her with more force. It brought a great release to him as he did so. Just who do you think you are? Ive come out from this shithole of a town one of the richest men in the world, and what are you, Tess? What are you now? He swung again, causing the flesh of her arms and sides to bruise from his rough treatment. Youre a whore! Nothing more than a common whore, and Ill teach you what kind of treatment a whore deserves! Once more he tossed the wad of cash at her, the band tearing upon impact and little portraits of Andrew Jackson flying up into the air as he grabbed her by the throat and started dragging her over to the kitchen counter. There was no softness in his voice, nor any of that stutter or hesitation of his movements. No, all of this was fueled by a combination of his lust for her body and also the rage that had welled up for so long inside of him. He had tried so hard to forget all of it, but this bitch had to dredge it all back up and fuel the fire inside of him. She was going to get burned for it. As he slammed her hard against the counter, he pulled up her skirt with one hand and quivered as he touched her ass. An ass that had evaded him all throughout his teenage years now was right there in front of him, separated only by a little bit of lace and polyester. His hand tore those down and revealed her bare ass to him, the underwear still wrapped around her thighs as he jammed a finger in her ass. Yeah, you like that dont you? I bet you take cock up your fucking ass all the time! He roughly thrusted his finger as he leaned into her and whispered in her ear, You know what your agency said? They said that because Im Alexander King I could do whatever I wanted to you because I bought you for twelve hours. How does that make you feel? Knowing that the boy you ridiculed is going to take you like a man? Again he pushed his finger deep into her ass, but then added another one, stretching her out painfully and loving every minute that her body tried to resist him. His cock raged in his pants, a combination of anger and lust fueling the throbbing inside. Pulling his fingers from her, he unzipped his pants and let the nine inch monster out and rest against her unwilling pussy. Unceremoniously, he shoved the tip into her cunt and started to thrust in, pushing past any resistance and cry of pain and shame. He had her right where he wanted, and there was no going back after this.