The Color of Sex Ch. 19-21

"I don't need to be reminded, I just didn't know fucking someone in my apartment was part of the deal," she told him.

Ben laughed. "Stupid bitch, it's not your apartment. You live there because I pay you to live there. Dumb cunt, get undressed and meet him at the door with your pussy dripping."

Candice heard the telling signs of Ben hanging up. She closed her phone and threw it across the room. It slammed into the wall and broke into a several pieces. She then sank to the floor and covered her face as she tried to block out the truth of Ben's words. Her head slammed back into the door. She winced at the pain, but welcomed it too. For a brief moment she was allowed to focus on the dull ache in her head and not in her chest.

She stood up, headed to the bathroom and took three ibuprofens. There was a knock on her door, which sent her stomach twisting and knotting inside itself. She looked through the peep hole and saw Gregory. She opened it and he stepped in.

"What was that all about?" he asked, nodding to the phone.

"You saw that?" she asked, somewhat surprised.

"I told you, I am always watching."

She frowned. "Yeah, I tend to forget." She walked over to the cell phone and picked up the pieces. "That was Ben, seems my first client is on his way over and I'm to entertain him here, in my apartment. My apartment! Mine!" She was so angry she was ready to throw something else.

Gregory frowned.

"This is my place! My sanctuary! And yes, I know they pay me, but damn it! I just wanted one thing!"

Gregory took a deep breath. "When is he supposed to get here?"

"Sometime within the hour," she muttered under her breath.

"Go grab some girly things, toss them in a bag and get over to my place," he said. She looked at him. "Don't stand there staring at me. Go. You can use my place as your fuck palace."

She winced at his words.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "Just go get some things that I can place around the apartment to make it look more feminine."

"Okay," she whispered.

Gregory left her alone and headed back to his apartment. He was beyond angry and had barely enough sense to maintain control of his emotions in front of Candice as well as behind his closed door. He took a deep breath and looked around his temporary home. There were laptops and cameras spread all over the place, as well as photos and various disks that were full of Candice's exploits as well as detailed information concerning Jon and his past.

There were files that focused on Ben and the company as well as Amelia and her past. Everything about Gregory's apartment screamed private eye, detective, or all around professional spy. He shoved his fingers through his hair and began to gather up as much of his surveillance equipment and data that he could.

Ten minutes later Candice was tucked inside his place and looking at a sparsely furnished apartment. "This isn't going to work," she said.

"Why?"

"Because he'll tell Ben I live in a dump."

Gregory laughed. "It's not that bad. Besides, I'll let Ben know that I thought it best we move things to my room. I can't believe that dumb ass gave a client your apartment number. God damn it, you're not safe now."

Candice paled. "I didn't think of that. If he sends people to my apartment, they could come whenever they wanted and... ."

"Candice, listen to me. I'll take care of this. I promise," he pulled her in, kissed her forehead and turned her away. "Go get yourself ready, throw some womanly stuff around the bathroom and I'll finish hiding my gear."

It was the word "gear" that had Candice turning to take a second look at Gregory's apartment. It had a television that was overly excessive in her mind, but probably perfect for a single man. There were a few open laptops that Gregory was slamming shut and vigorously unhooking. She noted other equipment, most likely ones that tied in with his surveillance of her home and Jon's. Her mind was reeling as she suddenly realized Gregory was a dangerous man and probably knew more secrets than God's right hand man, whoever that was.

She felt him slap her butt. She turned, squeaked and rubbed the tender cheek. "Go!" he commanded her. Hurriedly she headed to the bathroom and dumped her bag of feminine products. She saw her tampons and wished with all her heart that her period would start, but she knew her courses weren't due for another few days. The packet of birth control pills added to the sense that this was her apartment, as did the pack of rubber bands, and handful of jewelry she began to scatter around all over the counter top, and back of the toilet.

When she headed to Gregory's bedroom, she stopped short. His bed was rumpled, various photographs were spread out on the covers. She walked over and stared down at them. There were pictures of her and Amelia. Her and Jon. Her and her mother, just earlier this morning. He really was everywhere. A part of her felt more and more protected and cherished by this man who had been thrust into her life, under less than normal circumstances.

"Shit."

The muttered curse caused her to turn around. She chuckled as Gregory quickly gathered the photos. "You're more freaked than I am now," she said.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm pissed, this is contained frustration and anger. I have had no time to check this prick out. I've not been given any heads up and that was not in the contract. These 'surprises' aren't supposed to happen to me, they're supposed to happen to you!"

"Oh," she said.

"Yeah, Oh. I know it sucks, but you're supposed to be their beck and call girl. I told them I had to clear everyone. I could have gotten more shit on this guy in an hour if I hadn't been forced to move your ass in here at the last minute.

"Well, I'm sorry," she muttered.

Gregory took a deep breath. She watched him try to regain his usual calm demeanor. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, before pulling away. "Even without warning, I still trust you. I'll be okay and you'll be here, just a whisper away if I need you."

"Damn straight I will," he said, before dragging her back up to him and kissing her hard. He released her, and left the room, taking the pictures with him.

She touched her lips, smiled and giggled softly. "Well, hello there Mister Steele."

Candice checked her watch and headed back to the living room and kitchen area. Gregory joined her. "I'm going to wait out in the hall. You stay here and get ready. I'm sure there were instructions."

"Yes, there were," she said.

"Well, when he's here I'll knock once wait a minute and then let him in. Okay."

She shook her head. "It's really happening isn't it?" she asked.

"Unless you pull out right now," Gregory told her.

There it was again, Candice thought. Her way out. She eyed the door. She thought of her mother and her father and wondered if she were to back out, if they would suffer. Her future was hers for the making and the money was great. After all, it was just sex. It meant nothing. She was using these men, just like they were using her. Defiantly she squared her shoulders and shook her head. "It's what I'm made for," she said, with an air of haughtiness.

Gregory closed his eyes, shook his head. "I'll get back to you on that," he told her, before walking out the door and closing it behind him.

Candice didn't have time to focus on the meaning behind what he'd said. She had to get into the role. She headed to the bathroom, brushed her hair, pulled it into a thick braid and secured the end. Jon had told her that having a handle for a guy to hold onto while fucking was a good thing, so she would almost always have her hair braided. It also, he said, kept the focus on the action, not the constant distraction of shuffling long hair around.

She closed her eyes and told herself she was a great actress and was about to play nothing more than an erotic role is some high-priced porn movie. There was a knock on the door that echoed down the hall. Candice hurried back to the living room, walked up to the door and opened it, just enough so that the gentleman could look in, see her naked and decide if he were going to take Ben up on the offer he had presented him with.

It came as no shock that he walked over the threshold. He tried to close the door, only to see Gregory walk in behind him. "Hey, I didn't pay for a threesome. Nor did I pay for an audience," the client said. His voice was annoyingly high and made Candice's skin crawl.

Gregory locked the door. "I'm here for her safety, if that's a problem you can take it up with... ."

"No, it's no problem, just stay out of my way," he muttered. His attention immediately went back to Candice. He licked his lips and grinned. "Very nice," he said. "I hear I'm your first, and I'm supposed to see if you make a good little cum slut."

Candice shifted seductively from one foot to the other. She dipped her fingers between her legs and toyed with her pussy. She felt the dryness between her thighs, but pretended she was slick and wet. Her gaze shifted to Gregory's and her pussy tightened as she saw his eyes gaze at her sex. A sliver of dew slid onto her fingers. She smiled and drew her gaze back to the client's. "I'm the best cum slut you'll ever meet," she told him.

She pulled her fingers from her sex and licked the moisture. The man groaned in appreciation and started to take off his clothes. "Sit on the couch and fuck yourself while I get undressed," the man said.

"Sure baby," she whispered. Candice turned and walked away, wiggling her ass provocatively. Once on Gregory's couch, she opened her legs, lay back and began to finger her privates.

She imagined Gregory watching her and wanting what this idiot was going to get. It thrilled and disappointed her all at the same time. Three fingers were plunging deep within her sex by the time the stranger walked over and grabbed her legs. She was turned so she sat on the edge of the couch. He licked his lips and dove into her pussy with gusto.

Candice squealed in surprise, but worked quickly to recover. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders. She crossed her ankles, leaned back on the couch and stared at her bodyguard. He leaned casually against the door and looked back at her. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. The knowing sign of his arousal beckoned her. Candice felt a wave of power skate through her as she let the man between her legs lick and prod her pussy.

Her eyes shifted back and forth between the top of the man's head and Gregory's eyes and groin. She was aroused, more so by seeing the strong man, who had sworn to protect her force himself to remain calm. A smirk rose on her lips, as she decided to torment her bodyguard.

Candice began to roll and tease her nipples and thrust upwards into the client's face. Eventually her little game began to take a new turn in her emotions. Gone was the need to tease Gregory and in its place was true lust to come and be pleasured. She closed her eyes and held onto the man's head as he forced four thick fingers into her pussy. She cried out, but begged him to continue. The pain was intense, but it mingled with the pleasure of his thumb rubbing and twisting her clit.

"There you go bitch," the man said, against her sex. He bit down on her outer labia and Candice screamed. Gregory moved to intervene, but she waved him back. She groaned as the client jumped up and left her legs spread wide and her thigh bruised and battered by his fingers.

She was on the edge of coming, but he had denied her the pleasure, choosing instead to kill her passion with the bite of his teeth. She glared hotly at him, and watched his dick jerk as he leaned over and grabbed her by the back of the head.

Candice wanted to vomit, but refused to allow the bile to rise up and greet her suitor. Instead she opened her mouth and welcomed the cock that drove deep into the recesses of her throat. She gagged, but adjusted her stance quickly enough so that the second stab was better received than the first. It didn't take long for the client to shower her with seed. She coughed and sputtered the frothy fluid. When he saw she'd wasted a few drops, he ordered her to get him hard again.

Doing as she was told was not overly difficult. She was often getting Jon and Ben hard after a quick come. It was with easy hands and just the right about of licking and sucking that she had the stranger's cock once more thick and ready for her. "It'll last longer now whore," he said, before turning her around and fucking her doggy style on the carpet.

Candice couldn't see Gregory any more, but she knew he was there. She closed her eyes, pushed back on the man and saw her bodyguard in her mind. It was his cock that was plunging in and out of her. It was his hands on her hips. His hands were on her shoulders pulling her back. It was his mouth on her back and the smacks that bounced on her ass were delivered by Gregory's hands.

The client allowed her to come while in this position. She felt her fluids roll down her thighs. He pushed his fingers into her sex, gathered fluids and then shoved them up to her ass. Candice grimaced and felt her cheeks being spread wide. The head of his cock awkwardly pushed at her anus. She grunted as if she were hungry for his dick.

He gripped her ass harder, bruising her flesh. She bit down on the pain and shoved back into him. "Fuck me," she begged in a voice that spoke of desire. She heard him laugh, and felt him smack her ass, before he returned to trying to push his dick into her hole.

When she felt the head finally pierce her, she gasped. It wasn't the smallest cock she'd ever taken, in fact it was probably the thickest. He pushed in another inch, followed by another. Eventually he bottomed out, grabbed her braid and began to ride her ass like a teenager jerking off for the first time.

She wondered if anal sex was what this was truly was all about. It didn't matter if she pretended to be a cum slut or not. This guy just wanted to fuck some pretty young thing in the ass. She squeezed his cock and cried, "Fuck my ass, baby!"

He slapped her rear and pumped harder into her. "Yeah, bitch. That's what I'm gonna do. Fuck your ass. Rape it. Make you take it. Fuckin' bitch won't let me take her like this at home," he said, as he slapped Candice's ass again. She bit back on the scream that wanted to pour from her lungs. She had gotten worse than a spanking by Jon's whip. This man was nothing compared to that bite.

"Your wife - girlfriend - who doesn't let you fuck their ass, baby. You can fuck mine! Harder! Oh fuck! Yes! Harder!" she cried out.

"Fuckin' right. Fuck you. Little cum slut. My wife doesn't let me fuck her ass, hell doesn't give me head, she doesn't do nothing. Just lays there and makes me jerk off." He slapped Candice again and pulled hard on her hair.

Tears formed and rolled down her eyes. She saw Gregory's feet right in front of her. She looked up, he bent down at the knees and stared at her. "One word," he told her.

She shook her head. He rose up and walked away. She tried to see where he went, but couldn't make out where he was in the room. He was there, he just refused to enjoy it and she knew she had stopped enjoying it too. Now she just wanted the man to finish using her and to let her go.

He pulled his cock out and showered her ass and back with semen. She wanted to collapse on the floor, but didn't. She waited until he stood up. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her hard.

Candice felt his tongue haphazardly duel with hers. She tried to work up the desire to mock the enjoyment of his kiss, but failed miserable. He knew it too. He pushed her away and told her to walk to the bathroom.

Gregory grabbed her arm and pulled her up to him. "One word," he told her again.

"No," she hissed. Candice pulled free of the grip on her arm and walked to the bathroom, where the man waited.

"Wash my cock," he demanded.

She grabbed a wash cloth and soap, turned on the water and waited while it heated up. The client rubbed her cheek and stroked her hair. "My wife stopped fucking me years ago," he said. His voice indicated the sudden mood change.

Candice felt her stomach churn. "Oh?" she said. She reached for the cloth, wet it under the water and began to lather it with soap. The man's left hand roamed down to cup her right breasts. He squeezed her tit. "Mmm," she moaned and leaned into his touch.

"I know you don't like me," he said, twisting her nipple. "You're being paid, so you have to fake it," he said.

She said nothing as she began to wash his dick. Her nose flared at the odor of sex and bodily fluids, but she put on the smile of a professional; eventually Candice was done with the task of removing all trace of their ass-fucking. Once more he was hard and ready for a good fucking.

He thanked her before turning her around to face the sink. He sat down on the commode and dragged her back against his lap. His cock slid easily into her pussy. He controlled the depth and tempo of their fucking, until she was begging and pleading for him to come.

Candice saw her reflection in the mirror and knew she sounded and looked like a believable lover. When his come shot into her she winced and fought the urge to vomit. It didn't matter to her if Ben and Jon cleared the men for sex, and she was on the pill; there was always a chance something could go wrong.

As his cum leaked from her pussy, she sent a silent prayer to the Heavens that no child would come of this particular union. When he was done with her, he pushed her off, and told her to get on her knees. She again washed his cock of cum and tasted her fluids on his member. After she was done, he pushed past her, discarding her for what she was.

She sat there slightly stunned, but mostly relieved. She didn't know how long she was there, but it was the sound of the door closing that made her realize he was done with her. Candice blinked as if she were coming out of a daze.

Gregory stood at the bathroom door. His face was etched in stone. She looked upon it and tried to read his thoughts. It was a waste. He bent down, touched her cheek, and helped her to stand. He sat her on the toilet, where her body relieved itself. Gregory took off his clothes, started the shower and picked her up.

He held her against him and kept his emotions in check. He would be a liar and a bad one if he denied his desire to watch Candice perform in person. The event though had quickly gone from erotic to uncomfortable to downright disgusting as he witnessed her being used by someone she'd never met before. The client didn't care who he fucked, he just wanted to get off and Candice was the whore that had been provided to him.

He wanted to interfere and almost did countless times, but he knew his place and he knew Candice was the boss in this game, until she called for his help. She never spoke the words and though he saw them in her eyes, unless she was gagged he had to obey her.

Now as the water fell over them he saw his sister's lifeless form and understood why she'd chosen the only way out of her forced profession. He swore on his life and the life of the women in his arms that Candice would not become another Samantha. He would tear her out of this world before it came to that point. He felt her shift and kissed the top of her head as silent tears fell from his eyes.

Candice curled into him and let him hold her as the water covered them. He held her for five minutes before she whispered she was "okay". Carefully he eased her into a standing position. She reached for the wash cloth she'd used on the client, but Gregory grabbed her hand.

"Don't," he said. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered his hands. He then proceeded to scrub her clean, until she was shaking and sobbing. He pulled her to him and let her cry. "It's not what you were made for," he told her.