Chapter 5

*The following scenario is not suitable for below 17 years old. Please, get out of here immediately.*

The cold wind embraced her as she throw stones to the street. It's midnight but she wanted to be alone.

The stars are twinkling, the moon is so bright and the dirty old street is quiet. It's all perfect but Amaya is not fine at all.

She's a prostitute!

She's a prostitute!

She's a prostitute!

It keeps on flashing on her minds. It's sucks. It's hurt.

"Fuck you all! Wishing you guys will screw up to hell!" She shouted as she feel heavy in her chest.

"Yes! I am a prostitute, then what it is for you? Fuck you! You are all the same, judgmentals!" She throw a big stone to the street like she doesn't care  if there's someone who will get hit of it.

She burst into tears. In the lonely and quiet street, sitting and covering her face by her wet hands.

"Why I am feeling this way? I am hurt. I am in vain for pete's sake! For four years, I was alone. I was on my own." She added. Sobbing like a child, but it feels good. Somehow, she shared her problems into the air.

She feel a lil' bit dizzy, perhaps because of the wine she drink from the clubhouse. She needs to go home, she must be at home.

She wipe her tears away using her hands. She comb her hair using her fingers. She was about to stand up but there's someone behind her.

She felt it. She sensed it because of his scent.

"No costumer?" A man asks her. She know that voice since she's missing that for this fast few days.

Seb Jackson.

Her friend Sarah told her and she search him on Google.

Amaya composes her self again. Prostitute. She's a prostitute and she will act like a professional one.

"Yes! But if you volunteer, why not?" Amaya asks seductively. Biting her lower lips that make him sniff.

But in her mind, she wanted to ask "why did come back?" but she get rid of that thought. She's a call girl, sex an with exchange of money.

That's all. No personal issues and intention.

Seb Jackson was surprised. He feels like she's talking into other woman. She's different from the Amaya's he just met few days ago.

"You need to go home Amaya Robinson." Seb wear off his jacket and put it on her. But she was too aggressive to make her usual job.

She kiss Seb like she owns him. She's drank, probably she's out of her mind. She doesn't know what she's doing.

Seb was about to break the kiss but Amaya was so irresistible. She caress his neck down to his manhood and rub it up and down.

"I'm a prostitute. This is my job, to please every man, my costumers. You're my costumer now." Amaya said. Looking at him seductively, looking at him like she's wanting his body.

"Stop it! You're fucking drank!" Seb cursed loudly. It makes no sense at all, he's wishing that he didn't said those words a while ago.

"Drank?" Amaya laugh and look at his eyes sharply. "I am not, Seb Jackson." Amaya stare at him like she wanted to be touched, to be kissed, to feel both pain and the pleasure.

"I will send you, then!" Seb grab her wrist, and bring her inside of his car. She's screaming loudly but no one heard her.

She's sitting next to the driver's seat. As Seb started the engine, Amaya kiss him. Leaving him, losing his control.

It was an intense kiss, either.

"Fuck! Stop it, Amaya!" Seb stop her from unbuttoning his polo but she's too aggressive, militant and wild.

"You like it anyway. Why just we finish this one, right here, right now." Amaya bite her lower lip. Seducing him, letting him know that she's not a prostitute.

She's a sacred prostitute.

Seb Jackson was mesmerized. For all he knew, he didn't tried to have sex in a car in his entire life.

"Are you out of your mi- ugh!" Amaya stopped him, making him moan as she stroke his manhood in a beautiful rhythm and harmony.

It's dawn, the moon is bright as the sun. They were in the car, crazy, wild, naive, wimp and making love.

Amaya caress every part of him. His face, his neck, his shoulders, his abdomen down to his manhood.

"Ugh!" Amaya moaned. Sentient the moment, his kiss, his scent, his body rubbing against her and his warm touch.

Seb Jackson was half naked, flaunting his six pack abs. He stared at Amaya, like he's wearing off all of her clothes.

Frantically, Seb cup her breast making small circle. It makes her hot, wild and wet. 

"Ugh! Fuck!" Amaya moaned when he slid his hand beneath of her brassiere.

She grab his hair while he plays her nipples. One of them stand on its end while his other hand squeeze her buttocks.

As he heard her moan, he was motivated to do more. To discover more about her, about her body and soul.

He strip her clothes, didn't satisfy touching and squeezing her breast. He wanted to see it again, he wanted to taste it, again.

They're both half naked. Kissing, touching and discovering the real world, the real beauty of sex without passion.

Just a pure lust.

Amaya's breast was clearly shown. Making him gasps and swallowed his saliva.

Without any usual conversation, he sucks it. He licks it like a chocolate syrup while he play the other one.

"Oh Seb! Please!" Amaya scream his name. It was a lovely and genuinely moan that pushes him to concentrate.

Amaya want to show him that she's really a prostitute. That he is right, and so she unbuttoned his pants and stroke his manhood.

She was about to suck it but Seb Jackson stop her.

"Trust me, Amaya Robinson." Seb Jackson said. Looking at her with desire in his eyes.

Amaya loses her control when he touches her crotch. It makes her moan loudly and wildly grab his hair. 

In a quick move, they were in a conventional position. Seb Jackson was on her top and she were on the bottom.

It's not a comfortable place but Amaya won't let this opportunity to go away.

Seb Jackson kiss her again, until he reaches her womanhood. He caress it and leaving small circles that makes her giggle.

"Goodness! Ahh!" Amaya exclaimed because of pleasure and excitement.

In 4 years on her job, she never felt so excited in making love. Just now. Just with him.

Seb Jackson look at her eyes, asking for her approval. Amaya nodded and bite her lips again. 

He slowly wear off her panty and throw it. Breathing heavily, sweating and excited.

He caress her womanhood, softly.

"Ughhh! Fuck! Just do it, Seb. Come inside of me." Amaya pleaded. She's no longer willing to wait, she's drank and her head started to ache.

Seb Jackson remains quiet, focus and just concentrating of what he's doing.

"Fuck you, Jackson!" Amaya moaned loudly. He puts his finger on her private area, and it went deep down.

Amaya couldn't find any word to describe her feelings right now. She's stuck between the pain and in the pleasure.

She grabbed his hair when he touches something smooth and wet between her thighs. She didn't know what it is but perhaps it must be the clitoris.

And so, his other hand was on her breast, squeezing ang playing with her nipples.

They we're almost done. They're near to the end, almost.

Amaya remains quiet, waiting for his next move. Without her approval, he went down and lick her womanhood. His warm mouth and tongue tastes it.

"Ahh yes! For pete's sake, Seb Jackson you're making me crazy. Damn!" Amaya cursed loudly. She feels like her spirit splits on her body when he licks her clitoris.

Seb Jackson didn't stop even if Amaya grabbing his hair so hard. Her nails leave marks on his body but he just continued.

He smiled at her after that breathtaking scenario. For the nth time, he kiss her and caress her breasts.

Suck her nipples so hard and his other hand was on her buttocks. He wear off his underwear, showing his masculine and perfect body.

Amaya look away and her cheeks turned red. She never saw that thing ever in her entire life. It's pinkish, big and long as she describe it.

"It's fit into yours. As far as I know, a lot of men owned you. It's going to be okay, Aya. Just relax because I'm coming." Seb said seriously.

Amaya didn't answer. She's nervous and excited at the same time. But what she's gonna do?

Without her approval, he put his manhood inside of her.

"Ahh! It hurts, Seb Jackson!" Amaya cried as she feel his sword inside of her.

But what's the most exciting? Seb Jackson was mesmerized because she's too tight. Most prostitute aren't.

"You're so tight, love. Ugh!" Seb Jackson said, closing his eyes and squeezing her waist. Relishing and savoring the moment.

Amaya remains calm and quiet. She crumpled anything she could hold. It feels like it's her first time.

They move slowly in a rhythm as if they were dancing. Amaya felt an unfamiliar pain between her legs. Something that was torn a part.

Seb Jackson was sweating. He's moving, pushing and driving her into a place she never been with.

"Ugh! Ugh!" They both moan. Amaya's hand was on his back, scratching and clutching it so hard.

"I'm cumming, love." Seb Jackson uttered. They moves faster as they both near to the climax.

"Ugh fuck! Ugh, Seb!" That's the only thing she can do right now. It was a mind blowing experience.

Making love with a popular and successful businessman at the young age- Seb Jackson.

He cup her face and look at her for the nth time. "Yes! Ugh, Amaya!"Seb moaned her name as they get to the climax.

Amaya felt something warm inside of her. It feels good however she thinks the possible consequences. But she ignores it, she will not get pregnant having sex just once.

Seb gets his polo and put it on her naked body.  He lays down next to her and look at his messy car.

They both tired, exhausted and breathing heavily. As if like their spirit was splited on their body.

Silence roamed the car. Amaya closed her eyes, feeling guilty and worried.

"It's too late Amaya, I'll take you home." As soon as he earned his energy, he quickly wore his trousers and topless.

But Amaya seems tired and wimp. She didn't move, her position didn't change.

"Amaya! Come -!" Seb Jackson stop when he finally notice that Amaya fall asleep in his car, covered only by his polo.

"Goodness! You're giving me such a big time headache, Amaya Jackson!" He drove fast. Checking at her while looking at the road.

"I'll take you home, instead." Seb Jackson uttered, looking at her direction.