Darkest Woods: Chapter 9

Ethan groaned as he got out of bed that morning. He and Brooke had made love most of the night and his muscles ached, and his cock was sore. He didn’t know how well he would perform at his “job” today, but he didn’t care. He and Brooke being together made every burning muscle well worth it.

He stood in front of the mirror looking at his reflection and wondered how the hell he could do this. He had thought several times during the night about it, and how he was basically cheating on Brooke, and justified it to himself that he was doing it for her and not for the fun of it. He wasn’t with other women, and he certainly wouldn’t be getting any feelings for the men who wanted him for a “rent boy”. He jumped in the shower with the thought still on his mind. He was lying to her and to himself, but what else was he supposed to do? He came out of the shower and started to towel off when Brooke came through the door and went to him giving him a sweet kiss, “Good morning, Ethan.”

He kissed her too and smiled, “It’s almost afternoon.”

“Well then, why don’t you come back to bed until morning?” Her wicked smile made his cock start to get hard all over again, but he was sore enough. He had to think about work, and he was not going to get paid for a beet red limp cock.

He pushed her back and she gave him a mock pout. He smiled at her, “I know, I would love to stay, but we need the money and I can’t disappoint Jim after he gave me the job, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

“Stay here, watch some TV. I don’t want you wandering around.”

“I get so bored here. Can’t I go with you, maybe I can help.”

Ethan rubbed his hand over his face, trying not to get angry. After all she had no idea what she would be helping with, “Just guys, baby. No fine ass lady of mine is going around all those men.”

She kissed him goodbye after he had dressed and when he finally made it to the wax museum he started to get nervous. He kept thinking what Michael had said to him about how some of the men would want to do rape scenarios with him. He didn’t know if he could do that. It would be too much like what had really happened to him with Henry. As he was watching the crowd, he wished he could be one of the normal annoying tourists instead of a “rent boy” waiting for a fucking “trick”.

As he was just coming out of this thought he heard someone behind him, “Joe? Jim’s friend?”

Ethan turned and there was standing a tall thin blonde man, “Uh yeah, you Fred?”

“Yes, I’m Fred.” He put his hand out as he looked over Ethan quickly, “Well Jim was quite right about you. Would you like to take a walk with me?”

Ethan shrugged and they left the area in front of the wax museum and walked together down the crowded sidewalk. The blonde man kept sneaking looks at Ethan making Ethan a bit uncomfortable. “Jim said you were gorgeous, but his description was lacking.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess.”

“Fred” smiled widely, “He said you were a bit timid as well. That’s okay. My car is parked down the street, shall we go for a ride?”

“Sure.”

Fred’s car was a Cadillac Escalade. Michael was right this guy had money. He got in and Fred started it, pulling out into traffic, the radio playing soft rock. Fred drove down two blocks then turned right before he spoke again, “Jim filled me in a little bit. Told me you were new at this but smart and warned me not to try and go cheapo on you. He knows me, I always try to go cheap, but as good looking as you are, and if you are as good as Jim said, it will be well worth the money.”

Ethan remembered everything that Michael had told him so he tried to sound confident when he asked, “So, what do you want?”

“Well, I have many things I like to do, but for our first time let’s just keep it simple. Suck me until I’m hard and let me fuck you.”

Ethan closed his eyes for a moment then nodded, “Great, let’s go.”

When they were finished Fred gave Ethan a tip of twenty dollars on top of the 80 Ethan had charged him, “I have never had a rent like that. Joe, I want a regular appointment. Can we do this every Wednesday, let’s say noon to 3 oclock?”

“Three hours?”

“Is that a problem? I will pay by the hour, let’s day one hundred an hour?”

“What all are we going to do for all that time?”

Fred sat back on the bed of the Ramada Inn and smiled, “You would be great on wall street kid. Okay let’s say I give you 400 for the entire three hours. You figure out your limitations. I will respect them.”

Ethan thought about it, walked across the room and pushed Fred back on the bed, crawled over him and started kissing him. Fred responded quickly even after just having released a load inside of Ethan’s ass. Ethan had no intention of giving him a freebie, he just really wanted this rich fuck to leave wanting more. “I don’t have any limitations so we will negotiate after we’re done. Depending on what you do to me, I will keep a tab. That sound fair?”

“N-no limitations?” Fred looked up at Ethan with wide eyes.

“None. Do whatever you want to me, but just know you are gonna pay for it.”

“Deal.”

He walked across the parking lot of the Crescent a half an hour later with another bottle of whiskey in his hand. He liked the feeling it gave him, like it was washing the dirt off of him after the lude acts. He got close to where he and Brooke’s room was and stopped. He saw Brooke outside talking to someone. It was the lady who lived two doors down from them. He had known she was a hooker the first day, having seen two different men go into her room. She stood there with Brooke in a short pink robe and bare feet, her hair piled into a bun on her head.

Ethan stormed over and threw his arm around Brooke’s neck, “Hey baby, who’s your friend?”

Brooke smiled, “Ethan, this is Cissy, Cissy this is my boyfriend, Ethan.”

Ethan glared at Cissy who put a sweet smile on her face while holding out her hand. Ethan took it, and noticed that Cissy was looking hard at his lips.

“Nice to meet you Ethan, you have a really sweet girlfriend there.”

“Thanks, I know.”

Cissy turned to Brooke, “Hey sweetie you said you had an extra towel?”

Brooke said, “Oh, yeah, sorry.” She looked at Ethan who was confused, “The maid forgot to drop towels off for her and won’t be back til tomorrow, so I told her she can take one of ours, is that okay?”

“Sure, why not.”

Brooke went in and Cissy pulled out a small jar from the pocket of her robe, handing it to Ethan, “Here ya go, that will help.”

Ethan took the jar, seeing it was medicated lip balm, “Help what?”

Cissy got close to him and whispered, “Help sooth your lips after sucking cock.”

Ethan got the jar and handing it back hard, “Why the fuck do I need something like that?”

Before she could answer Brooke was back with the towel, “Here you go.”

Cissy took her eyes from Ethan slowly and smiled at Brooke, “Thanks, hun. I’ll make sure to tell Rhoda I took it so she doesn’t give you the stink eye. She is a real bitch about people losing her towels.”

Back in the room Ethan turned on her, “What the fuck are you doing talking to a whore?”

Brooke looked at him like he was crazy, “What are you talking about? She’s really nice!”

Ethan tried to calm himself but couldn’t, “She’s a whore, Brooke. A prostitute! I don’t want you talking to her!”

Brooke turned her back to him and started into the bathroom, “I’ll talk to whoever I want to Ethan!”

Ethan felt his blood boil. He followed her in and grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into a wall, then put his face right up to hers, speaking through gritted teeth, “Stay away from her.”

“Let me go Ethan!” She struggled against him fruitlessly, and he grabbed her throat tighter, choking her.

He saw what he was doing and let go, and once he did she pushed him back and he tripped and fell over the toilet and into the wall. Her eyes got wide and she tried to run out of the room but he rolled over and grabbed her foot tripping her. He scrambled over and got on top of her, holding her arms down above her head. “Tell me! Tell me you won’t talk to her anymore!”

“Fuck you!”

The struggle with her aroused him. Having the power over her, but her fighting beneath him. He felt his cock grow and the hatred in her eyes made it worse. He bent down and started kissing her. She struggled against it at first then started kissing him back. Soon her pants were off and he was inside of her, ramming in her pussy as hard as he could on the cold floor. She bit into his chest and he pulled her hair. She scratched his neck and he mauled her breast. The more they hurt each other the harder they came.

When it was over and he looked at her, already seeing the bruises on her neck and breast and felt sick to his stomach. She got up slowly and picked up her clothes. He got up too and got dressed. He headed for the door and before she could ask where he was going he left.

She curled up on the bed and hugged his pillow tight to her. What was happening to them? They loved each other so much but they kept hurting each other? It was as if the more they loved the more they had to strike out. It didn’t make sense to her, but she felt the ache of his absence all the way through her body. It was hours before he walked back through the door and she was still on the bed, tears dried on her face. She lifted her head and looked at him. He went over to the bed and sat down, and he handed her a stuffed dog with a big red bow around it’s neck. “I’m sorry baby. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

She took the bear and held it tight to her chest, “I forgive you baby. Come to bed.”