The Red on My Lips
TW: Graphic Sex Description
The man with a slightly unbalanced pace is back in the room again. Tracy glances to her right, at the drawer where her belongings are kept, then impatiently lifts her wrist to check the time. This is the third time she has looked at her watch in the past ten minutes.
This is probably tonight’s last client, she thinks to herself. She hears her phone buzzing, but she ignores the vibration because she knows too well who it is. Tracy stands up as the man with the green cap walks near her. He has a weird metallic smell that always makes her nose twitch involuntarily. She suppresses her dizziness and forces a smile.
Her lips are painted crimson red and her cheeks are unnaturally rosy. She always thinks she looks like Annabelle, the doll from the horror film. Or maybe this is the vibe she wants to achieve. She claims that she does it for fun, to see whether the clients would have anything to say about it.
She walks close to the man. “What would you like me to call you today?” She asks, as her face gets closer to his while sliding her hand up his chest.
“Just call me Benjamin, please, as always,” he replies, with the awkward smile that he always has on his face. That innocent smile disgusts Tracy, so does the way he politely asks if he can piss in her mouth.
Her facial expression remains unchanged throughout the whole session, except for the occasional exaggeration of any types of feelings, really: pain, pleasure, nausea… She also buries the urge to throw up due to the aftertaste of urine. She can always visualise the colour and predict the taste. Benjamin then requests to ejaculate in her mouth, which he has never done before. Tracy looks up at him as she gags from his penis, she can’t decline nor can she tell him the price increase.
After he gets dressed, he puts down fifty pounds while she chugs down what feels like gallons of water. “Thanks,” he says, without looking at her or even facing her direction.
Tracy stops, stares at him wildly and says “Five more for cumming inside my mouth.” For a second he looks as if he is filled with rage, he chuckles with contempt before leaving.
“Good try,” he says. Tracy quickly puts on a dress that she bought for herself last Christmas after saving up for five months. She opens her drawer to grab her bag, then she goes running to catch up to the man. She sees his undistinguishable, dirty-blonde hair poking out from the back of his cap straight away, he is the only one on the street right now.
“Hey,” she yells, “Benjamin!” Tracy sprints to his right side. She wonders if he will even look at her, with her messy hair and mascara stains on her cheeks. “Please, it’s just five quid.” She carefully grabs his shoulder while reaching for something to protect herself in her bag with her right hand. Benjamin shakes her off with the same force he used when he facefucked her earlier. He glares at her with a sigh, looking around before raising his fist.
BANG.
Tracy squints her eyes for a second as blood splashes across her face. Shit, my dress, she thinks. She spits out the blood that got into her mouth as her phone rings. It is the bailiff, again. She hears herself grunting before she realises what she is doing. She fires four more times into the lifeless body. She takes a moment to savour the taste in her mouth, how the slight sweetness of his blood washes away the saltiness of his urine.
She has never been more peaceful. “I have never felt like this before,” she tells him.