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Chapter 2 - Services

"Fuck, I am going to cum” Wren fake yelled as the hunk hairy man grabbed her behind, repeatedly thrusting into her, his hold on her so tight that Wren was certain she would bruise. His breathing became deep and erratic as he lets out a ‘fuck’, followed by a groan, before he collapsed his weight on Wren's.

Wren felt something warm inside her, indicating that the hunk that was currently laying above her had filled the plastic with his spunk.

She laid beneath him, her stomach on the bed and her head buried into the mattress. She wiggled beneath him, struggling to push him to the side to catch her breath and with a little more effort, she managed to push him off her.

“You were fucking amazing, Wren. You excelled again like you always do” the hairy looking hunk says, his right hand serving as a comforter for his head whilst his left hand trailed light touches on Wren’s cheek.

Covering her naked body with just her hands, Wren gave the hunk a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.  She turned to the side and fought back tears that threatened to fall out.

Wren got off the bed, picked up her clothes and rushed into the tattered looking bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the cold water wash off the disgusting touch of the man that she had just been with.

This is what Wren hated about her life. The fact that she had to constantly sleep with disgusting men for her safety, put a roof over her head and food on her table.

It was all about the clients and to a certain extent, Wren was grateful for that. Because the moment they were in, she just had to close my eyes for a maximum of three minutes, act like she was into it, every now and then let out fake moans and yelled ‘fuck, shit, right there! I’m going to cum’ just so they could feel like they were doing something.

Being with all these men had succeeded in ruining sex for her.

And not in a good way.

Wren had learned to live with it, she already knew what the entire town of Craigsburg thought of her, and she didn’t care.

And the fact that she didn’t care what the entire town thought of her didn’t stop her from feeling like a whore. That was after all, how they called her.

The town whore.

The shower off, Wren quickly dried her body, wore her clothes and walked into the room. The hunk looking man was still laid in bed. Wren grabbed her belongings and her cell phone.

“You are one hell of a woman Wren” she heard the man say as she sat on the end of the bed.

“That will be two hundred thousand francs ” Wren ignored his reply and said, putting on her shoes.

“Of course,” he says with a smile. He counted twenty notes of ten thousand francs and handed it to Wren, who snatched it from him and slammed the door behind her on her way out.

Once outside the small room, Wren could finally breathe. She felt like she was being suffocated in there. This had become a constant feeling to Wren, but she had chosen to ignore it.

As she walked out in the cold, Wren could hear the whispers and whistles of drunk men who stood by the fence.

“Go fuck yourselves!” she yelled, fastening her pace as she headed to Teq's pub. She pushed the door open, immediately being hit by the smell of cigarettes and sweat. Ignoring the stares she received from pushing the door ajar, Wren made her way to the bar. After what she'd just endured, only one thing could keep her sane.

"A shot, keep'em coming" she ordered at the bartender who gave her a death glare before turning to get her order. Wren let out a sigh, brushing her hand through her hair.

"Hey" she heard a voice say next to her. She turned and rolled her eyes when her gaze met with Luke’s.

"Not today, Luke. I'm tired" Wren says, downing the shot that was placed before her and making a disgusting face as the alcohol burned her chest.

"I just want to talk," Luke says, with desperation in his voice. Wren picked the second glass and downed it, then slammed the glass on the table before turning to Luke.

"What do you want?" Wren asks sternly, her expression stoic making Luke lose all his sense of thought.

Luke cleared his throat, took a deep breath and poised himself before saying "I'm sorry".

Wren chuckled. Clearly, Luke wasn't expecting that a simple sorry would erase everything. A simple sorry wouldn't change the fact that he'd forced himself on her. Being helplessly in love with her wasn't an excuse. Wren knew that, and she'd always been sweet to him because he was the only one in this shitty town that treated her with respect. But then, he'd switched up and called her names:- a tease and a fucking slut to be precise.

Of course, he'd come back to his senses and as any other man would, he'd blamed it on the alcohol.

That is what angered Wren more. Because he'd acted like a dick and wouldn't take accountability for his actions, instead, had blamed it on the fact that he was wasted.

But most importantly, Wren was mad at herself. She'd made a wrong judgement. She wasn't one to trust people, but she'd trusted Luke, and he'd turned out to be exactly like the others.

"Fuck off," Wren said plainly, turning her attention to the bar.

"Come on Wren," Luke says, brushing his hand against Wren's arm.

"Don't you fucking touch me, or so help me God, I'll chop off that tiny inflated balloon you have in the middle of your legs and feed it to you" Wren says, giving Luke a dead glare that almost made him shit his pants. With shaky lips and glossy eyes, Luke ran off.

"What a night. I need something even harder" Wren muttered to herself as she called the attention of the bartender, ordering something harder.

"Damn, what did little Lukie do to you?" Gwen leaned on the counter, wearing a smile on her face.

"Nothing," Wren said plainly.

"No need to be rude" Gwen joked, pulling out a bar chair and taking a seat.

Wren let out a sigh. She had not meant to be rude, but this night was a shitty one, and so was her mood.

"Apologies," she says plainly, giving a dry smile to the bartender as he placed her order before her.

"Rough night?" Gwen questioned with concern on her face. She was the closest thing to a friend Wren had.

"Yeah, you can say that" Wren replied nonchalantly

"That sucks. It's about to get even shittier" Gwen says, and Wren faces her with a frown on her face. She looked at Gwen, urging her to elaborate on what she meant.

"So you haven't heard" Gwen states.

"Heard what?" Wren clapped back with an exasperated sigh. She hated it when people beat around the bush.

"Oh, shit" Gwen curses.

"Just spill it out already, Jesus" Wren retorts.

"Giovanni is back in town," Gwen says, and the shot Wren had just downed suddenly tasted like aloe vera in her mouth. She blinked, several times, trying to comprehend what Gwen had just said.

"You're telling me, the Giovanni is back in Craigsburg?" Wren questioned.

"Yes," Gwen replied, giving Wren the side-eye.

"Fuck!" Wren curses.

She knew that with Giovanni being back in town, her life was going to get a lot more complicated.


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