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to the ground and directed his friend to pin her arms down so he can undress her himself.
“Help, somebody please!” Jani’rah yelled, but no one was around and she was left hopeless.
“Stop fighting it and just lay back. Big daddy gonna show you what a big, juicy dick feel like.” Shorty said while pulling down his pants and placing the condom on his already erect penis. Jani’rah secretly thanked God that he was using protection. As he forcefully entered her, Jani’rah’s mind escaped to thoughts of Daniel. How could he allow this to happen to me? Why didn’t he walk with me? Jani’rah felt as if Daniel was to blame for what was happening to her.
“Don’t let her hands go, I’m about to cum.” Shorty instructed his friend. With each thrust, Jani’rah’s face became wet from the tears escaping from her eyes. Feeling his body jerking, Jani’rah knew that he was done. Shorty stood up, zipped up his pants and thanked Jani’rah for her services.
“Fuck you.” Jani’rah whispered, but loud enough for Shorty and his friend to hear her.
“No bitch, I just fucked you.” Shorty replied and chuckled. He and his friend turned and walked away as if nothing happened.
Jani’rah lay on the ground until she willed herself to get up so she can go home and bathe.
*****
“Jani’rah where have you been? Daniel’s been calling here like crazy saying that you left over two hours ago. Are you okay? Oh my God what happened to your hair?” Jani’rah’s mother threw question after question at her without letting her reply. Finally she took a breath and let Jani’rah talk.
“I’m fine mommy. I just need to go upstairs and take a hot bath, call me when dinner is done.”
Her mother brushed it off thinking that her daughter was only hurt about the news that she received from Daniel. Little did she know that her daughter had been hurt physically by a man she didn’t know. Jani’rah walked past her mother and headed upstairs to wash off the filth of Shorty. While in the tub, she made a promise to herself that she’d never love a man like she had loved Daniel. She also swore to never let another man touch or hurt her the way Shorty had. Sex was something that was sacred to her and on that horrid day, Shorty had taken that away from her.
*****
Camille came through the door snapping Jani’rah back to reality. “How may I help you boss lady?” Camille said as she sat down in the chair opposite Jani’rah. Jani’rah turned her chair around and was amazed at how beautiful Camille looked in her evening gown. Standing at five eleven, with a body that resembled video vixen, Buffie the body, Camille wore a Remy weave which hung down her back with loose flowing curls. Her makeup was perfect, not too much and not too little.
“I am so sorry. It completely slipped my mind that you were going to the Mayor’s Ball tonight.”
“No problem. I have to meet him in half an hour at the hotel which is only five minutes away, so I’ve got time. What’s up?.” Camille was a money chaser and Jani’rah knew that the client that she had lined up for her would be an easy task, although he was a part of a dangerous crime family and a part of the company’s past.
“I have an old client that may come with a few extra perks. Have a seat and let me give you the run down.” Jani’rah said while gesturing Camille to sit down. “I’m pretty sure you know who Romero Artez is.”
At the sound of his name, Camille saw nothing but dollar signs. The smile on her face let Jani’rah know that Camille was already down to take on the job.
“Well, he has a very important gathering and he wants to have one of my finest on his arm. You know I thought of you first. The only tricky part is while you’re there with him, he will be conducting business.”
The “business” part was off limits for Jani’rah, but when she heard about the $5,000 dollars Romero would pay for an escort, she couldn’t refuse. She would’ve done the job