My Angel Ch. 01

Her thoughts running a coupe on her mind, focusing on what was awaiting her tomorrow if everything went well. Her dick throbbing against her will, slowly rising, Nashea trying her hardest to think unsexy things. That guy who ran behind her during her run like a creep. The news! The boring news of a farmer who grew the world's biggest pumpkin. Someone... someone running their tongue over her abs-

She shot up, snarling in fury at the betrayal of her own body. She clenched her ass, her dick giving a little jolt with its rapid growing hardness. Yanking the covers off, muttering under her breath as she did so, she got up; long legs carrying her to the bathroom for the cold shower she now needed.

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He awoke with a start, not feeling refreshed at all. Whole body stiff from his curled-up position that he most of slept in, he stretched; the much-needed popping in his back what he needed. Gently patting next to him for his phone before the events of last night came to him. Immediately getting to his feet to search for wherever his phone had ended up, praying to every god that it wasn't broken; he couldn't afford to fix it. Almost crying with joy upon finally finding it poking out under his TV stand, flipping it over and sighing with relief. Besides a new crack in the screen to join the old ones it still seemed to work, for now at least anyway; his joy short lived.

Its 11! His mind screamed, allowing himself to run within the safe space of his apartment to get ready, ass jiggling all the while, almost forgetting his keys on his way out. Nearly falling over with his change of speed, even if he was late, running to work wasn't on his agenda when so many people were out. It wouldn't take him long to get their anyway, Dan would just have to cover for now and chastise him later. Ignoring the chatter around him was easy, it's something he did every day, but what never got easy was the eyes that leered at him with hungry intent. He knew he looked like a girl but he wasn't one, people never seemed to understand that when he told them.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to arrive at his place of work. Rushing in and missing the 'closed' sign that hung on the door. Only stopping when he saw the place empty, no people wating for their shitty breakfast or early meals, no Dan behind the register. Angel made his way to the back, to where Dan always was, pushing the door open to now a smoke free room. Dan busy typing away at his keyboard, stress written all over his face, the sound of his foot tapping mixing in with the clacks.

"Dan?" Angel greeted.

"Fuck me!" He jumped, clutching his chest, his eyes almost lighting up when he saw who it was. "Angel! Just the person I was thinking about. Take a seat."

This is new, he thought. Dan never wanted to speak about much ever, content to just smoke weed in the back. "Yea, sure." Sitting across, he could now see the poor condition of Dan easily, red sleepless eyes with what remained of his thinning hair sticking out everywhere.

"Now, you and Todd know that this isn't my only business that I run." Angel nodding along, he had been told this when he started working here. "And, I know that you... have quite a lot of money... we'll call them problems."

Bristling, he spoke up, suddenly deffensive. "What does that have to with anything?"

Not fazed by Angel's fury he explained. "I have just been offered a job with my other business that I was going to turn down but they offered me quite a bit of money. The problem is that all my workers are one big group of friends who took their vacation at the same time." Dan stared into Angels eyes; his whole being pleading with him. "I NEED someone to fill in for them and I feel like you would be a perfect replacement."

He didn't know what to say, it sounded good, extra money was needed but Dan hadn't even said what it was he would be doing. "Well, what is it that I have to do?"

"It's uh, it's a sex thing." Dan whispered.

"What! You-you want me to go out and fuck someone!?!" Angel shouted, rising to his feet.

"No! Well, kinda but you wouldn't be doing the fucking... you'll spend the night with a dickgirl." He managed to get out before Angel cut him off.

"So what! Do you honestly think that makes it better? The fuck is wrong with you!" Angel spun on his heel, marching to the door with a second thought. "Fuck you, Dan!"

Dan quickly shouting, as he pulled the door open. "You'll be paid 800 dollars! Once the job is done of course but you'll be paid!" Angel stopping with shock as he grabbed the door handle.

His eyes unfocused, he needed money, needed it badly. Did he need it that bad though? It was unlikely some women with a dick between her legs just wanted to cuddled for a whole night. Eight hundred would be enough, he wouldn't have to worry but was worth it? His eyes felt wetter but he refused to cry as his lot in life, he wiped them away with a sniff.

"Okay... " He mumbled, not turning around, his head down, shoulders sagging.

Dan brightened a little, it was a chunk of money but he still felt bad. "Thank you, Angel, this means a lot to me."

"So, I just need to sleep with someone? Get fucked?" He couldn't help but spit out the last part.

Understanding how Angel was feeling, he treaded lightly with his words. "Maybe, I don't know for sure. You won't be harmed if you're worried about that, we know their name and stuff. You just have to follow the mood, play the part." This was making him sick to his stomach, listening to what he had to in such a vague way.

"When?" He asked.

"Today." Dan putting his hands up when Angel turned around. "I know! I know this a lot but they said they wanted it to be tomorrow. It's at nine tonight at the Crowns worth hotel."

He felt heavy, like someone was pushing down on him. Maybe later tonight someone will be? He spat. "Okay." It was all he could say, all he could think of.

It was silent after that, awkward silence that was eating Dan alive. "You, you just stay back here if you want today. I'll take your shift today." Shuffling past Angel. "Thank you again man." Closing the door to open the shop.

He was alone, finally able to wrestle with his mind but he didn't want to wrestle with any of images they were showing him. Collapsing down into nice chair that Dan used, staring glassy eyed at the home screen of his computer. What now? He thought. Was he supposed to just sit here, for next ten something hours then be violated? Sure, he'd have enough money for this time but what about the next, they moved up the date without a care so they would have no problem doing it again without his concern.

For ten minutes he just sat there, shaking himself, deciding to at least distract himself for now. He pulled up the tabs that Dan had forgot to close, the hotel reservation getting closed when he saw it first. Email, YouTube and Netflix.

Fuck it, he was taking his Netflix and that's what he did, issuing a new password he logged himself back in and made a note of his email for when he got home later. It was petty, he could've said no to all this, it was choice, but he didn't care. He was getting free movies and that was that.

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She was excited a little. She had no clue as to why, if a quick fuck was all she wanted then she would just hit the clubs like Charlottle and Sam. In just two hours she would go the hotel and fuck the ever-living shit out of some random person and that excited her and that part just confused her.

"It is the sex?" She asked herself, fixing her dreads, she needed to buy some new beads, her current ones were pissing her off.

It could be, she thought. Finally feeling happy with her hair, she got dressed, it wasn't anything fancy, just a simple crop top that left her abs on display and some jeans that she might come to regret later. She pulled to get the waistband over her ass, fairing much better with the front, stuffing her dick down into a pant leg. She left it unbuttoned for now, she wasn't going for a while.

Ring!Ring!Ring!

Swiftly answering the phone, checking herself out as she did. "What's up C?"

"Oooo! Been a while since you called me that, someone is in a good mood. Spill it, what is it?" Charlottle questioned, eager for a little gossip in her friend's life.

"Can't I just be in a good mood?" She said back.

"Cut the shit, tell me or me and Sam are heading over right the fuck now." Charlotte threatened. Nashea knew her well enough to know she was telling the truth.

"You're so annoying." She flung back in a playful way, trying to figure out what to say, not ready to have the 'I called the sex line my friend gave me' talk. "I... have a sort of date?" It came out sounding more like a question.

She could almost see the hurt on her friends face with the prolonged silence. "Bitch! You're only telling me now? Is she cute at least? OR! Are you lying? Hung gal went with a hung hookup?" The teasing tinge in her voice evident.

Rolling her eyes, Nashea played cool. "No, we both know I threw that card away and she's really cute." She lied.

"You lucky bitch. If you don't tell me how this goes, I swear I'll write your name on every bathroom stall I come across."

"Yea yea, got ya. I promise I'll tell you how this goes." She didn't want to have to change her number.

"You bet your ass you will!"

She must have been on the phone for longer than she expected she would be, her eyes glancing at the clock, letting Charlotte know she had to go; Charlotte telling her to break a leg. It was quarter to nine, it wouldn't take her long to get there. Grabbing her wallet and every she would need, she maybe her way out; doubling checking she had the right amount just to make sure.

The people around where she lived had gotten used to the sight of her but it didn't stop some from staring now and then. Her legs practically eating up the distance to the hotel with ease, pushing in with confidence. She strode up to the front desk, pulling out her phone to check the name it booked under. The receptionist taking her sweet time to check her in, typing ever so slowly it irritated her.

Finally getting her key card, she mumbled a thanks. Stairs or elevator? She thought, deciding on the quicker elevator when she checked her phone; only five minutes to nine. She was thankful no one was using it, easily getting to her room quickly. On her floor, she saw the rooms were quite spaced apart, bringing a smile to her face. She saw why that guy had booked the fifth floor now. Slotting the card in, she relaxed seeing she was here first, taking in the surprisingly nice room. It wasn't too fancy but it was a lot better than she was expecting, poking the wall with a firm finger.

"Soundproof?" She sure hoped so, with the space between and maybe padding? She could really let loose.

Checking out the rest of what the room had to offer, she was pleased to see a bath big enough for two. It was nice, she now just had to hope this person was as nice as this room. Her current train of thought made her panic, putting her head in her hands.

Fuck, what if I find them ugly? Would it be rude to cancel or sneak out? These thoughts clinging to her.

Then she heard it, quiet whispering outside her room. So quiet she makes out what was being said but she could hear something. She stood slowly, wanting to eavesdrops but before she could take a step, the door clicked open.

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He was nervous, so nervous. Did he mention he was nervous? Add being scared out of his mind on top of that and it became easy to tell. He was shaking as he walked the hall, fearing for when he came up to his door. He was regretting this for hours now but this was the point he was regretting it the most.

His eyes glanced at the door and his heart skipped a beat. Number eighty-five. He fiddled with his hands, trying to calm himself down, failing but he might as well try, he thought.

"Come on, stop being a pussy. She might not even be here yet." He whispered to himself; he was hoping she wasn't here yet or stood him up.

Trembling hand somehow managing to slide the card in, the door clicking open and as he pushed it open what stood before him was not what he was expecting.

She must have stood at least a foot taller than his five foot five. Thick beaded dreads that hung to her shoulder with some dirty blond highlights slowly growing out with her natural black. His eyes roamed to her face and he grateful to see she looked just as shocked as he did. Her eyes a wonderful brown colour with a faint scar grazing the left one. Silver nose ring shimmering in the light, catching his eyes before they wondered even further down.

Jesus, he gulped. Her entire body looked rock solid but still held that softness to stop her being only muscle. She looked so soft yet so hard.

My god, she looks like she just came from war, he thought to himself.

Nashea wasn't fairing any better than he was, frozen in shock, eyes taking in the most beautiful sight she has ever seen. She looked so petite to her but when her eyes landed on that waist, she couldn't help but bite her lip imagining what the behind looked like. Her dick giving a throb of approval.

Angel didn't know how long he was staring but he finally managed to squeak out a "Hey?"

That brought Nashea back to her senses, a lust filled smile blooming. "Hello there. Come in, I won't bite yet."

Nervously shuffling in, he shut the door behind him. "So, uh, how do we do this?" He asked, once more wringing his hands together.

Nashea raised a brow. "You don't know? Are you new or something?"

"You, um, could say that." Angel was looking everywhere but at her now, now frozen a little bit closer.

Did they give me a virgin? is it cause I'm paying a lot? She asked herself. "Don't worry, girl. I'll be gentle or I'll try too at least."

Angel mumbled a thanks, still stiff and shaking, noticing the 'girl' comment. "W-what do you want me to do?"

"Name first but bring that ass a little bit closer first, I'm not gonna hurt you." She said, but to Angel it felt like a command.

Getting his feet move was harder than he ever thought, sitting down on the edge of the bed when she pats the spot next to her. "My name is Angel."

"That is one pretty fucking name. That real?" Not noticing the way Angel's face slowly turned a shade of red.

"Y-yea."

"Relax! Jeez, we haven't even done anything yet. I'm Nashea." Nashea was a bit worried with how much this girl was shaking by just sitting next to her. "Hey, you weren't blackmailed or something were you?"

"NO! no, nothing like that. I-I've just never done something like this before." Angel said, face heating in more embarrassment at his outburst.

"Okay... well how bout we just strip to start you off hm? Get you a little bit more comfortable?" Nashea gently stroking angel's shoulder as she spoke, not realising how tenser he got at her touch.

Dan's words ran through his mind, follow the mood. He nodded his head and stood on trembling legs. Nashea holding back a groan as the most glorious ass was shoved into her eyeline, her hands almost shooting forward on their own for a touch of what must have been perfection. Having to grip her knees with all her might when it jiggled as he spun around.

"Me and you are going to get along just fine." She thinking out aloud mostly but she didn't care if it was heard.

Angel ignored her now, he had to if he wanted to get through this, ignoring her being his new plan of action. He fumbled with his shirt, not knowing where to put it, just letting it drop after a second. His soft chest now on display, putting his hands behind his back to stop his attempt to cover himself up. I don't even have anything to hide, so why is this so embarrassing.

Nashea on the other hand was a little let down, she knew not to expect a lot from when the shirt had been on with no bump but to think this girl before would be so flat it was like she had no tits at all.

"Now the bottoms, show mama what you go-WHAT THE FUCK!" Her eyes shooting open, as a tiny bulge met her eyes.

Angel fell on his rear, his own eyes wide in fear at the sudden raise in tone. This was not what was supposed to happen, he was supposed to get fuck then paid but nearly pissing himself in fear. He couldn't even think of anything to say, slowly back up at the sight of this much stronger human.

"You're a fuckin' boy?!" She hissed, her body now tense.

Angel was now terrified, he thought she knew, was okay with it; that was the whole reason Dan had picked him right? Clearly that wasn't the case, judging by the way she glared at him with fury. "I-I thought you k-knew." No, he was beginning to cry, he tried to stop the flood but all he could manage was to stem it.

"Does this look like I know? Huh? Jesus fucking Christ." Nashea was pacing now; this night had gone to shit in a matter of seconds. "I can't fucking believe this. Oh, fuckin relax, stop ya crying, I'm not gonna do anything."

He tried to stop the tears but it just wasn't going to happen, even with the confirmation that she would keep her hands to herself that didn't stop his racing heart. Each of her thudding stomps making him hold in a flinch, a flinch he so badly wants to let happen.

Nashea herself was also having an internal struggle of her own. It wasn't like she was promised a woman but she didn't think she would have to specify. Shoving her dreads out her face, she made up her mind after a hefty amount of awkward sniffled filled silence.

"Fuck this. What a waste of time." She looked down at Angel, who trying hard to wipe his clouded eyes. "Nights cancelled, go home or something; I don't care. Should tell ya boss to give people a heads up on what the fuck they're getting." Making for the door as she spoke, mumbling angrily all the way.

Now that he knew she was leaving, he calmed a little, watching her walk for the door but something was nagging at him. Something was screaming at him to stop her, that he needs her for something. The fucking money, the thought making reel in terror.

"W-wait..." He called out, Nashea not hearing him as she yanked the door open.

He couldn't, he wouldn't fall short again. He needed that money, it was Sunday; not a lot of time left for him scrounge anything else up. Spending all day preparing himself for this night hadn't left him with a lot of time left. Angel really couldn't afford for that to happen, swallowing his fear; he dove forward.

"Wait! please!" He pleaded; his hands latched onto her leg.

"What the fuck? Let go!" Nashea shook her leg, trying to fling him off.

Angel held on tight. "Y-you can't leave. We can still do this!"

He was now hugging her leg, making it hard to shake it. "What are you fuckin' talkin' about? I don't fuck men. Now get off."

"We can still try... I need this job."

"Look man, I just told ya I don't fuck men. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?" Nashea trying to dislodge him from her leg.

He swallowed his pride, his ego. He shoved his everything down, choking out his next words. "D-do I look like a man to you?" Finally letting go of his hold on her leg, kneeling beneath her like he was presenting himself.

"What does that have to do with..." Her words leaving her, fully taking in Angel once more, he was the prettiest thing she had ever seen. Her eyes wondering his soft body before landing on his ass, dick no longer throbbing; instead growing in hardness.

She knew of a few dickgirls that fucked guys; it wasn't something uncommon but it was something she had never done. She only chased after women, applying all her charm to drop their panties but right now she was debating on something she would have laughed at just twenty minutes earlier.