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"Down the hatch!," a quick clink of our glasses and away we go.

She's a good girl, though she wants me to think otherwise. To be honest, I'd try to change myself too for a shot with me.

Her caramel brown locks brush against my arm that I have slinked around her shoulder. She sits beside me, quiet and from what I can tell a bit of nerves jittering her hands. Causing them to fidget as she tries to pull the hem of her skirt down just a tad.

Not that there's so much skirt to work with. The fucking groupie is practically wearing underwear, not that I'm complaining.

"What did you say your name was again- Cherry?,"

typical name for your typical stripper. That's a mighty fine idea, bet I'd make loads of money off of her.

"It's Cherie," she giggles, blushing her cheeks with the rosey color that makes me think of how many times I'd be able to tan her hide before she screams for me to stop.

"But, you can call me that, honey," She smirks, seductively staring at me with a twisted brow that makes my junk squirm inside of my pants. Ooh, feeling frisky are we?

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As I sit back and recall the first encounter the two of us ever had, I honestly can't believe that poor excuse for a girl ever grew the back-bone to leave me. She was always so obedient. Well... in the beginning that is.

She'd look the other way whenever I'd spend the night with other whores. She'd use her "hard-earned" money to bail me out of every tricky situation, either that or she'd use her looks.

And for a while, sure I'll admit, it was nice. It was nice to have someone there at my beck and call. Someone who truly cared about me and my wellbeing, as well as my dreams, hopes and goals.

But she did a shit job of keeping me focused with the way she'd want me to fuck the slut out of her all the time. I remember the day it all went downhill. The day I started to beat on her.

I regretted it at first. I assure you, I never hit a woman before her. But, the damned bitch just kept getting more fussy and unbearable. It was due to my tough love that she became the ballsy woman she is today. A little gratitude would be nice.....

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Stumbling up the ridiculously long stairway of our apartment, I begin to fish around my pockets for my house keys. I can't find them. Damn it! They must have fallen somewhere.

"Cherie!!," I start to call out for her to open the door and when she doesn't answer, I feel my temperature rise in anger and begin to pound on the door with my fists.

"Open up the door, dollface! Master's got a surprise for youuuuu," I croon, leaning onto the door letting my dizzy head rest on the frame just as it finally swings open.

She gives me the once over, staring at me and studying my drunken state. This is a first for us actually. Usually, we get shitfaced together, but tonight I had a smoking hot date that I couldn't pass up.

Too bad for me the broad couldn't hold her liquor and I had to dismiss her, leaving me with the bluest balls I've ever had. Still, she had nothing on Cherie. My girl is just one of a kind.

I follow her into our home, kicking off my shoes by the doorway, heaving my jacket across the back of the couch. She walks away quickly and in my mind I'm already behind her, inside of her, fulfilling my every need.

I slip around in my socks on the hardwood flooring, swooping in behind her, letting my arms lasso around her waist sucking on her neck in an instant feeling my arousal hunger and yearn for more. But she slings my arms away, expressing a sigh of aggravation that makes me cringe at her rejection.

"What are you-"

She throws the pillows and covers from the bed, briskly strolling past me and back to the livingroom. She throws the stuff on the couch, pointing down to it as if I'm merely a dog waiting for commands.

"You sleep here now," She scoffs, folding her arms across her chest.

"Like hell I do!," I chuckle at her silly childish ways.

"Last I checked this is my home and I'll sleep where I damn well please," I keep my voice low and husky. Daring her to go against me.

I make sure to get as close to her as she allows for the moment, letting my hand caress against her cheek. She quickly moves from my touch. Another rejection--Bad idea.

She quickly makes her way back to the bedroom, but before she can close the door I lift my foot and kick it inward, causing her to tumble back from the force. "Now, see. You're just making things difficult."

"Jimmy, I'm tired! And I'm pretty fucking pissed at you, so if you dont mind, I jsut want to sleep! We'll talk in the morning," Getting back up to her feet she loses her footing a bit. Her face scrunches in pain as she rubs her sore hip.

But I'm not finished yet. Infact, I haven't even got my rocks off. The night is still young.

She curls herself ontop of the naked mattress, using the thin sheet that's left to wrap around her legs and middle. I use her submissive position to pounce on her, straddling her body with my pelvis, pressing her arms above her head, digging my fingernails into her forearms as i tighten my hold from her wriggling around trying to break free.

"I said that I'm tired!," She screams, but I muffle her mouth with one hand. I watch as her eyes go wide, fear finally illuminating those dark, sexy eyes that usually reel me in with interest.

She says she loves me. If she really, truly loves me she'll want to satisfy me whenever I want. I'm a man, and men have needs. And right now my desperate need is to be rightfully fucked by the lucky whore that has the chance. What makes her think she doesn't owe it to me?

She fights and kicks her legs from under me, but I'm a much heftier load compared to her weakness. My lips are at her neck, teeth pulling her soft skin into my mouth sucking and marking what belongs to me so that she never forgets it.

"ow! You bitch!," I use the hand she sinks her teeth into to strike her once, clear across the face. She starts to cry immediately. Wailing as if I even hit her that fucking hard. It was only a tap!

Still I do feel badly. The wounded look in her eyes as she stares at me completely bewildered that I'd even think to place my hands on her in such a way--it does hurt.

"Look, babe, I'm sorry. ok? Alright?,"

She doesn't answer with more than a sniffling hiccup. Her whines still pierce my ears as she cups her cheek, sobbing with her eyes shut.

Seeing the opportunity in a positive light, She's incoherent right now or at least less concerned with my present condition. I work as fast as I can manage and start to lift up her nightgown with both of my hands.

Her arms work to push me off and away from her, but no way am I gonna lose this time. i try to hold her hands down, try to force her to listen if she knows what's good for her.

"STOP MOVING!," I spit the words in her face, lifting her hands above her head again. I notice when I raise my hand, she now flinches. Well, that could come to good use, I suppose. "I just want to fuck you, you know you want me, too!"

We wrestle for dominance in a pissy fight of smacking around our arms, trying to hold each other down or back or whatever the fuck she's doing she's pissing me off!

"ahh!," She gasps as if the wind is knocked out of her when she's the one slapping my chest. It's not my fault that she wants it rough.

I saw an opening and I took it. I jabbed my elbow into her stomach with all my weight and now she wants to act like the victim as she coughs and wheezes for breath.

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All of these memories run back to me now. How far we've come together, and apart. if only I had kept her close to my side. If only our child would have lived...then, it would be me who she was loyal to and not some faggity hideous foreigner. Then, we wouldn't be in such a shitty mess.

I've been waiting for Jim and Ceci to hurry the fuck up and get back here with the royal brats for hours now. What could possibly be taking so long?

All they have to do is wave some candy at them or better yet a huge shiny, new toothbrush to please their gigantic inherited overbites. ha! I bet he thought he'd have beautiful children with a mother like Cherie. Ol' Bucktooth didn't think about his own genes being passed down.

*tap tap*

*taptaptap*

The hurried knocking I know has to be Jim- fucking finally! Quickly checking out of the window of the tour bus, my guess is confirmed when I see Jim struggling to hold onto one squirming child, while the other two cling onto the nanny.

"Good job, boy. Here's your treat!," When they all finally pile inside, I throw a stack of money into Jims lap.

He stares down at the rubber banded heap of cash with disgust. In his arms he holds the smallest of the Mercury children. The child doesn't seem to be fussing anymore as he rubs her back and whispers some sort of lullaby into her ear.

"I don't want your fucking money," he grits his teeth, swatting the money off of his lap.

"Oooooooh, is somebody grumpyyy?," I tauntingly tease him.

His jaw clenches and the veins in his forehead flex as he closes his eyes. He seems to be keeping his temper under control. I wonder what the ogre has to be angry about now.

"Ceci, I want Mummy and Papi," the little boys whining voice sounds so much like his mother. Annoying qualities must run high in her gene pool.

"I don't like this man, he's looking at us funny," the older girl child tries to whisper.

She's a spitting image of Cherie. Especially from the ratty old picture of herself she showed me once upon a time, from her childhood. It was the only picture she had. And I'll admit, I try to smile at the little girl as best I can. She's lucky to not have inherited her fathers looks, that's for sure.

"Take then back to the car. I'll let you know when to bring them back. As long as everyone complies, they should be fine."

Ceci nods her head, quickly turning with the twin children and walking off of the bus. She looks over her shoulder multiple times, her eyes trained on the toddler child still on Jims lap. It's Jim whose now decided to give me a hard time.

"What do you mean as long as they comply. What are you getting at here?," Jim asks as he hangs back with me.

Together we walk off of the bus, the nights started to drizzle with rain, making the concrete wet and slippery. I know this because as Jim begins to bitch about god only knows what, my attention is spanned on the mini-Cherie who tumbled over her feet on a sheet of ice.

I almost move to help her. Almost.

But still I look on as Ceci helps the child back upright. And then it dawns on me.

"Hey you- come here...," The three of them freeze on the spot, turning to see me roll my wrist for her to obey me.

She nervously bites her lips, her eyes roam from me to Jim and down to the two children who won't let go of her hands.

"No, Ceci. Please stay. Please don't leave us," The children cry as she bends down to hush them, kissing their foreheads and whispering something out of my hearing range.

"We haven't got all fucking day- come! Now!"

"Don't do anything stupid, Jimmy. The kids are-,"

"Oh fuck off, they're fine. And anyways who the fuck cares!" With him being off guard I take the opportunity to snatch the small child from his rested arm.

"Don't!" He growls, trying to pry the kid away from me, but I wrap both arms around her as she begins to scream in my arms.

"Shhhhh.....shhhhh.... it's okay, baby girl. I won't hurt you....hopefully...," I mumble the last bit under my breath as I take her over to her siblings who stand mere feet away from us.

Every step I take, makes them jump backwards in fear as they hug each other, sniffling their noses.

"Don't hurt her...," the young boy let's go of his sister, stepping in front of her with his arms spread out. His little voice is shakey, but then he reaches up for his youngest sister when I offer her to him.

"There now...you're all together. Isn't that better?," I smile at him as he now cradles the whimpering toddler in his small arms, seemingly not having an issue supporting her weight.

"We...we want go home, mister. Please..."

I stand back up tall, looking down my nose at him. The little twerp would be cute if it weren't for his gaping overly grown teeth.

"Go hide there. Close your eyes and cover your sisters ears," The boy stares up at me confused, he's trying to balance the baby in his arms while comforting his hysterical twin at the same time.

"Go on now! Do as you're told!," using a harsher tone seemed to do the trick as the three of them hurry off to hide behind the tour bus now.

Walking back over to Ceci and Jim, the two of them look about ready to attack at any given moment. Ceci's face is drenched in tears and Jims entire body is trembling as his face heats up with anger.

"What the fuck was that about!?," Jim bellies as he nearly breaks his neck trying to peer in the direction of the hiding kids.

"Oh, shut up. They're fine, aren't they? Isn't that what you we're worried about?,"

I take my time glancing up and down the beautiful girl beside him. Such a pity....such a waste.

"I need you to take them back there yourself. She's done her bidding.."

"Oh! I- well, it's okay. It's fine. I- I want to stay with the children," Ceci sputters out, her chest heaving up and down quickly as the panic rises.

"Oh, that won't be necessary, babe," I casually walk towards her, finding the buckle on my waist, unclasping the bind.

Jims eyes catch sight of my intention as he moves forward just a tad. "What are you doing? She did what you wanted!," he hisses through his teeth as the Nanny simply looks between us until finally realization is displayed all over her ghostly pale face.

"We don't need her blabbing. She's finished-MOVE!,"

And just like that, I shove him out of my way, whip the pistol from its hold, pulled my trigger, "There..now she's dead. Get on with it cus I'm gonna get you too if you fuck this up...."