NOTE: Thank you for all your support in following this series. I apologize for such a long wait. Life happens, and mix that intense writer's block, and I was feeling so guilty leaving you hanging. That being said, this is my longest chapter, so I understand if it's a tough read, but I truly put my heart into this. I would appreciate if you leave comments explaining whether you did or didn't enjoy and what can I do to improve. It helps more than you know to hear feedback from my readers, so I can grow into a better writer.
Thank you again, and I hope you are entertained by the final chapter of Milk Man.
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I remembered it all so clearly. Everytime I closed my eyes, I could see his cock going inside of me- breaking me open without mercy. Giovanni Aburezze's cock...
I was assigned to the self-made millionaire's kidnapping case, and sent to the location where he was held prisoner for over a month by multiple women who were trying to milk him for his money. He was one of the richest men in the country, so they assaulted him to try and impregnate themselves- solely to get a piece of his assets. Nobody needed to motivate me to rescue him from that torture, but when I arrived, he gave me a taste of what happened inside those walls...
"Yeah, take that cock. Never had it like this, haven't you bitch?"
How could he have expected me to answer when I was barely collecting air in my lungs? I choked on my spit and blinked away tears while he piledrived me into the cement floor. My friend and colleague, Elyssa Romero, was looking on with a blank stare after she was attacked by the man as well while trying to save me. Those events left me so disturbed that I tried everything not to feel any emotion again.
I secluded myself in my apartment for a long time, barely answering the phone, and force-fed meals because I was too lethargic to eat. After a while, punishing myself was getting old...I needed to claim back my power. Romero, who seemed to resort back to her normal self quicker than I did, helped save me, but went about it in the most unusual way.
"Girl, don't be so prude!" she swatted my hand away from my black dress that was threatening to rise above my ass, "It would be ridiculous if you didn't look like you were ready for dick."
"Romero!"
"Call me by my new name..." she raised her arms, swaying side to side, "Sunrise Sunset!"
"Are we supposed to make up names? Because I didn't prepare."
It was a relief to hide from the freezing wind, and enter the warm, seductive lobby. "Stranger's Delight" it was called; the best sex club in the state. We had to get through a couple of bouncers first, proof of legality and a copy of our STD results, but once we were in, we were VERY in.
There were rooms to have private sex, but most guests had no shame. Romero and I caught a couple mid-orgasm as we brushed past the red curtains. That woman had her man passed out and drooling from how she was bouncing her ass on his lap. It made me wonder how the staff removed cum stains out of the couch when they closed. They must have some quality cleaning supplies, or else this place wouldn't have five stars in hygiene. That was the most important to me, to be able to explore my sexuality in a sanitized environment.
"See you in two hours!" Romero waved at me with a large smile as she was getting dragged away by a large black man. They hid themselves in a small room, shut the door behind them and their moans melted among the other guests. I sucked in my bottom lip, scanning the area, "Am I just supposed to wait here? Walk into any room?" I wondered. Maybe this was too much too fast, I thought, because an employee noticed my displeasure and asked if I needed help.
"Y-yeah, what am I supposed to do?"
"Have fun!"
"How?" I cracked a nervous smile, "Do I just talk to somebody or are we assigned a partner?"
The young man laid a hand on my shoulder and scanned the room, giving me a brief tour. "Okay, so those rooms over there are free to use at any time. The couches are also free. Sit, eat, fuck. Your choice. There are no rules here but consent. If you feel taken advantage of, we have a gold button in multiple areas you can press and we'll report to you right away," the man was amused at what I'm sure was a frozen expression of horror on my face, "Don't think too hard about it. This is your playground!"
Almost immediately, I knew what I wanted to do, "Where can I get something to drink?"
I sat at a bar on the floor above, sipping on vodka and hoping it would loosen me up. It was taking its sweet time to kick in; I moved along with the seductive jazz music playing softly through the speakers, but that didn't help my nerves.
It's not easy to feel free in my world. To be comfortable exposing myself to the elements and accept whatever comes my way. I didn't grow up like that, and I certainly didn't feel that way in my marriage.
I knew who I wanted to marry since middle school. He was so sweet and charming compared to our immature peers, that by the time we were adults, I believed his maturity as a child was normal as a grown man. He cared for me, but sometimes there were things he just couldn't understand- nor did he try to. The last time I saw my husband, we had a big dinner at our apartment, complete with enough food to satisfy a big Latin family. Nobody had a large enough house to accompany everyone, so his family settled for our one-bedroom apartment.
I didn't understand their logic, until my husband admitted that they knew about me leaving my career in law enforcement. That made them concerned for my well-being, so they wanted this visit to be an excuse to check on me. But, if throwing snide remarks about being a quitter on top of the laundry list of other things I don't do right counts as being concerned, then I wanted nobody's sympathy.
"Thank you for coming, mama," Ben hugged his mother on her way out the door.
"Of course, hijo. Pero..." her voice grew serious when she handed him a folded stack of bills, "Consigue a tu mujer. Sin trabajo, ahora no puede hacer nada..."
I couldn't help but pause my trash collecting upon hearing such a nasty remark. My jaw was tense from holding back my words all night. I had to be strong for Ben and the kids who didn't need to see two grown women having a screaming match.
By this time though, everyone else had long gone home, and it was just Ben, his mother, and myself picking up the family's mess. So knowing it was safe enough to talk back, I gathered enough words to defend myself.
"Verdad piensas poco a mí, Mama?"
The pair's silence made my skin break out in a sweat, but I remained stoic as I had hoped my response would put his mother back in her land, but the lady gave me a smile that reeked of anything but considerate.
