Red Light District Blues Ch. 01

Though there was much seriousness in his tone of voice, Bella felt relaxed when she smiled back at him and he returned the smirk. She looked down over the sink, noticing the tray that had two lines of cocaine set up with a razor blade and a rolled up dollar bill close by. The temptation had overcome her, as she wasn't a virgin to the fast life of sleazy sex and hard drugs. From within the bathroom, Bella could hear a belt buckle come undone as she grabbed the rolled up dollar bill and leaned down, placing it towards her nose. She took her pink hat off, placing it on the sink as she brought the rolled up bill close to one of the lines and then slowly began to inhale. The white powder substance went up her nostrils, instantly hitting her with a sense of numbness before she dropped the dollar bill.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah! This is good stuff right here!"

The hit had made her face feel numbed as she raised her head and looked back into the mirror. Bella could care less how she looked, taking in a deep breath as she felt the coke beginning to kick in. After taking a deep breath, Bella then lowered her head down again and grabbed the dollar bill between her fingers. She finished the line, snorting it entirely as she then felt the coke kicking in to a greater effect. As she stood there and took another deep breath, she dropped the dollar bill once more before Alberto impatiently called out to her.

"I know I didn't just bring your slutty fucking ass back here to get high and forget about me in here waiting. Get in here and get down on your fucking knees! You're gonna have to earn my money, bitch!"

Maybe it was the effect of the coke going up her nose but Bella couldn't help but laugh at his words. She loosened the white jacket from over her arms and then stomped her high heel hooker boots loudly as she entered the stall. Alberto was standing in front of the toilet, his pants and underwear shoved down to reveal his hard cock. Bella got down on her knees for him and soon felt his hand go through her red hair as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it with both hands. Her face and fingers were going numb from the coke before she had even placed her lips at the head of his swollen fat pole. Bella moved her hands away, unable to feel anything in them. When her tongue wrapped around his shaft and she sunk her lips over it. Alberto had been waiting for this moment, as she began to bob her head up and down. He groaned in pleasure.

"Ohhhhh yeah, there you go. Suck that fucking cock, you nasty puta!"

It didn't cross her mind of being called a whore in his Spanish word, Bella pushed her lips all the way down his cock to force the head to the back of her throat. She didn't waste any time sucking on his cock hard as she couldn't feel much in her fingertips or mouth. Thanks to the numbing from the cocaine, she couldn't feel his rod pushing down her throat. Alberto placed both of his hands in her red dyed hair and began to buck his hips hard, fucking her face with intensity.

"YES, YES!! TAKE MY COCK, YOU HUNGRY PUTA!! SUCK IT!!"

Slobber began to drip from the corners of her mouth as Bella felt him take over. This is what Bella knew referred to as 'skull-fucking'. He pushed her mouth all the way down until he felt the head of his dick pushing at the back of her throat. Bella's lips were buried in the bush of his ball hair, yet she couldn't feel a thing. The cocaine she had snorted must of been quite pure, as it's effect was stronger than she expected. Her eyes watered up, the heavy mascara and eyeliner around her eyes became runny yet she still couldn't feel it. Alberto pulled her hair back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and strings of drool dangling down. Bella took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes before laughing. It was that usual slow laugh she always did. Alberto was breathing heavily as he looked down at her with a menacing face.

"Mmmmm, you like fucking my mouth, huh? You wanna fuck my mouth like a dirty whore, don't you? DON'T YOU!?"

Her words were enough to tempt him to do it again. Alberto pushed her mouth back down on his cock, forcing her to suck inch after inch as he was thrusting his hips forward.

"Shut up and suck my fucking cock, puta! You want my money, you gotta earn it! Use those nasty fucking lips for what they were made for."

Such aggression was spoken in his words but Bella found him to be amusing. Yet again, she couldn't feel anything in her mouth as he proceeded to ram his cock forward and back through her lips. She began to make various slobbering and sucking sounds as she choked on his long shaft.

"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-KAH!"

Strings of drool dangled, falling down to her pink and white striped shirt while her eyeliner became runny. The hot pink color smeared around her left eyelid before trickling down in a colorful tear drop while Alberto continued to face-fuck her. Over and over, he rammed his cock into her mouth as she took every inch of it. Bella could hear him grunting and moaning out, but the man didn't stop at all. From outside the bathroom stall, the door could be heard opening as someone stepped in.

"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAK-GWAH!"

"What the fuck is going in here?"

The sounds of Bella being skull-fucked had alerted whatever man had entered the bathroom. Soon, Alberto snatched her hair back to force his cock to pop out of her mouth. A flood of saliva ran out of her mouth, dripping down her chin and drenching her shirt. Alberto looked forward to see the same young man in the white suit had returned to the bathroom. The look over his face was clearly in a drugged haze of confusion. Gritting his teeth, Alberto yelled at the man.

"Didn't I tell you to get the fuck out!? Now, go! Get out before I break your fucking legs, hijo de puta estúpida!"

Despite having to catch her breath, Bella busted out laughing hard as she heard the older man's profanity in Spanish words. Alberto watched as the young man took off running, soon hearing the bathroom door re-open as he had clearly ran out. Her makeup was a wreck from the face-fucking she had endured but Alberto wasn't quite done with her yet. He moved his left hand out of her hair but kept his right hand down there to grip and pull her up. Taking a step backwards, he sat his naked ass down over the toilet seat and pulled her towards him before letting go of her hair.

"Come on, I want you to get on top of me so I can fuck you while I look at your face."

"Mmmmmm, I would love that."

"Yeah, that's cause you're a filthy little slut! Perra desagradable!"

She laughed slowly at his words while unbuttoning her booty shorts and shoving them down. All Bella had on was a pink thong underneath, soon pushed down to reveal her shaved clit, dripping wet and waiting for his hard cock. As she looked back at him with her makeup smeared face, she couldn't help but tease the man about his Spanish words back at her.

"I thought I was your puta? Come on, puta sounds sexier than calling me a slut."

"You've got earn me you're right to be called that, just like you've gotta earn the money in my wallet."

Yet again she giggled, feeling the high of the cocaine that went up her nose. Bella straddled his lap and sat down over him, gripping his cock to thrust herself downward over it. When his fat dick entered her pussy, she let out a soft moan. Her hands moved to the front of his suit, trying to feel a touch over the texture in her fingertips but yet she was still numb and couldn't feel a thing. Bella moaned as she felt him begin to thrust upward, his cock moving forward into her pussy and back.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Come on, fuck me! FUCK ME!!"

Alberto's hands gripped her hips as he began to buck his hips as hard as he could, thrusting his cock forward and back into her tight pussy. Bella's long red hair began to sway, waving all around as she moved her hands to push her palms up against the walls of the bathroom stall while he was pumping his cock into her.

"OH MY GOD, OHHHHHHH FUCK!! FUCK ME, YEAH!!"

"Scream for me, pequeña puta!! SCREAM FOR ME!!"

The sound of their clothed bodies pushing up against one another could be heard as Alberto was fucking her with all the strength he had in his older body. Though Bella was lost in the pleasure of feeling his cock pump into her, she did notice that he had referred to her as a 'puta' again. She began to scream loudly, obeying his request.

"OHHHHH, OHHHHHHH YEAH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, OHHH YEAH!! FUCK!!"

If not for the shirt containing her breasts, they would've been bouncing all over the place along with her hair. Bella couldn't believe it, but she was already close to reaching her climax and could feel it quickly approaching. She raised her head, looking up at the ceiling momentarily before closing her eyes and gasping before calling out.

"OHHHH, GOD! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!! OH MY GOD, YEAH!! FUCK ME, DON'T STOP!!"

Alberto grunted and slowed down, thrusting one final time into her as he felt her walls tighten up and release.

"FUCK!! OHHHHH, GOD!! THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, OH MY GOD!!"

Her juices flooded over his cock as her body had tensed up and released. Bella didn't know how the man was able to hold back from shooting his load within her, but Alberto was not finished just yet. He got up from the toilet seat, setting her down on her heels and allowing his cock to flop freely from her used clit.

"Come on, get back down on the fucking floor! You're not done yet, puta."

Bella almost wanted to kiss him for remembering to call her a 'puta' for what could've very well been the last time. When she looked down at his cock, she could tell he was ready to explode for her. She wrapped her left hand around his dripping cock, still unable to feel much in her fingertips.

"Clean that cock. Slurp your nasty, slutty juices off it."

Without saying a word back to him, Bella replied with her actions as she slid her numbed lips back down over his cock and began to suck it clean. After what seemed like a long time, Alberto finally smiled down at her as he began to breath heavily. 'Mmmmm', Bella moaned as she loudly slobbered over his shaft and licked up all her juices. When she was done, she pulled her lips off the head with a loud pop sound and then audibly swallowed her own cum. Alberto was impressed, evident from the grin across his lips. When Bella shoved her nasty lips up to the head of his shaft, he almost laughed feeling her kiss it. He reached his right hand down, gripping her hair from the back of her head and pulling her mouth away from his cock. Bella knew what was going to come next, he was about to blow his load all over her face.

"Look at me, puta!"

Her eyes connected with him as she watched him beginning to stroke his cock fast with his other hand while holding the back of her head. Bella stuck her tongue out, groaning an 'ahhhh' to tease him even further. His cock was aimed directly at her face, not about to spare her pale skin of his hot semen.

"You gonna cum for me, hot shot!? Are gonna fucking cover my face!?"

"Fuck yeah!"

He replied with a grunt, pulling her hair harder. Bella smiled, looking back into his eyes as she ran her tongue over her upper lip. She teased him again with nasty words.

"Are you gonna shoot that hot fucking load all over my face? Mmmmmmm, give me that creamy cum. GIVE IT TO ME!!"

"OHHHHHH, FUCK YES! HERE YOU GO, YOU NASTY FUCKING PUTA!!"

Just as he had yelled, Bella closed her eyes right in time as Alberto's swollen rod finally had exploded. A thick wad of cum went flying over her forehead and streaking into her red hair. Bella began to giggle, though she couldn't feel anything on her face. The effects of the cocaine were still strongly effecting her system. Another wad of cum went flying over her left eyelid, smearing with the runny makeup that had already been ruined tonight.

"Ohhhhh, fuck! Take that cum, you puta! You fucking earned this!"

"Mmmmmm, yes I did!"

She began to laugh, that same slow laugh that she always did. More cum went flying over her face into her hair but Bella still couldn't feel any of the warmness of his seed striking her face. When Alberto was finally done, he left her there on her knees over the bathroom floor. Bella was a dripping mess, her face slathered in cum. She swiped her left hand over her face, attempting to feel his cum in her fingertips. The feeling only changed when she fed her fingers to her mouth and swallowed a bit of his seed. After Alberto had pulled his pants back up to buckle up his belt, Bella soon witnessed him reach into the inner pocket of his blue jacket. He pulled out his wallet and began to move his fingers through hundred dollar bills.

"Alright, time for me to pay up for your services."

"I worked hard for this money, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did! I am even going to give you a couple extra hundreds, you've earned it."

Bella couldn't help herself. Playing the role of a working whore had been so much fun tonight. There she was on her knees, her face drenched in cum and her makeup ruined while this man counted out his money. Once he was done, he folded several hundred dollar bills and handed it to her.

"There you go, enjoy the tip."

He offered a smile before stepping around her and moving to the sink to wash his hands. Bella began to count out the money, flipping through fifteen times of neatly pressed hundred dollar bills, giving her a total of one thousand and five hundred dollars from this man. It was chump change to her, but she could do something productive with it. After the older man was finished washing his hands and left the bathroom, Bella got up from the floor and went to the sink herself. She needed several minutes to wash up her face and get ready to leave. The tray with the last line of cocaine was sitting there, teasing her to snort but she held off for now. Bella remembered that Donna was waiting for her downstairs and she had to get back to her friend and leave this club.

When Bella finally had come out of the bathroom, the younger man in the white suit brushed past her to return to the bathroom. She had wiped her face entirely clean, getting rid of the hot pink mascara and eyeliner she originally had. As she stepped away from the door, a woman stood tall in a yellow leather trench coat starring her down. A cigarette was positioned in the middle of her dark crimson lips, taking in a drag before puffing the smoke clearly into the air. Her face was clearly aged, revealing wrinkles from the corners of her forehead as her long black hair was pinned up in a pony tail. The former Disney starlet walked around, trying not to pay any attention to this mysterious older woman glaring at her. When Bella spotted the door to leave the V.I.P. rooms, she made a fast exit. The older woman continued to watch every movement of the younger girl, even after she had returned to her friend Donna downstairs. There was something about Bella that had caught the attention of someone in the management of Club Atlantis.

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1 DAY LATER

The sun came rising up in the early morning, but it wouldn't be until the afternoon hours when Bella could see it. The cocaine in her system from last night had finally wore off by the time she fell asleep. Donna had rented a luxury hotel suite for both of them alongside Miami Beach. There was a balcony with the beach view, though they had spent most of their time outside the hotel wandering around the clubs and spending money. It was her birthday week of celebrating and Bella had no desire to slow down whatsoever at this point. She and Donna had argued about what she did last night, but Donna didn't complain at all when she seen the money Bella had made. They already agreed last night they would use it to buy up some expensive liquor for their partying habits.

After waking up, she went and got a shower to clean herself up and get ready for the day. Donna was no where to be found in the luxury hotel room, instead she left behind a note detailing that she would be back later. Bella figured her friend was probably out fucking some old boyfriend of hers or checking out the clubs. Whatever was the case, Bella didn't care at all. She checked her phone and took a few 'selfie' images to upload onto her social media accounts later. It didn't take but an hour for her to get bored while at the apartment all by herself. As the clock hit 2 PM, she put on a revealing outfit and decided to venture outside the hotel and go for a walk before she decided where she truly wanted to go. By then, she figured that Donna would've returned and they would be heading out to another club tonight.

Bella stepped out on the streets dressed in slutty attire not unlike her outfit from last night. She wore a black jacket covering her pale skin with a silver bra underneath. The jacket was unbuttoned, revealing her tits covered in the small bra and a black thong pulled up far enough so anyone could see it. Sloppy red glitter covered her slim stomach while her makeup was done with heavy red eyeliner. A few necklaces hung from her neck, including one that had a metal razor blade designed with a split heart in the middle. Her left wrist was always decorated with various bracelets around her white gold Rolex watch. Down below, Bella wore stone washed 'Daisy Duke's' style shorts with black fishnet stockings covering her legs. The final piece of attire was her knee high length black hooker boots. Much of her glittery makeup was hidden behind a large pink pair of sunglasses.

There was no need to leave the hotel with a purse. Bella simply wanted to walk around on the street for a bit. Her cellphone was shoved into her jacket in case she needed to communicate with anyone. As he stomped her hooker boots around outside, she walked around the block and noticed a man leaned up against the wall dressed in a black suit and wearing sunglasses. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his pants and he had on gold jewelry, similar to the men from Club Atlantis last night. Bella strutted by him, not paying the man any attention whatsoever. When she stomped around the block, she noticed another man wearing an expensive suit who was now smiling at her as he rubbed his hands. Something clearly was up with this whole situation, the man appeared familiar to her from last night. Bella stopped and raised her sunglasses while he gave her a sinister grin and spoke.

"Hey Cosa linda, remember me?"

With the accent and his smug face, Bella soon realized she was standing face to face with the man she serviced last night. Alberto knew where she was staying. One look at him and then Bella spoke in her mind with two words: 'oh shit'. She didn't know what to think since this guy had clearly remembered her and tracked her down to the hotel she was staying at. The man continued speaking.

"Your name was Bella, right?"

How was she going to get her way out of this? Bella realized from the minute she looked back at Alberto that something was unusual. Perhaps he recognized her as a famous face, she wasn't quite sure yet. She smiled back at him and nodded.

"Yeah, that's me. Did you have a good time with me last night?"

Still smiling, the man slowly nodded his head.

"I told my associates all about you. They saw you in the V.I.P. room last night and they were impressed that I would waste that kind of money on a hooker, so I had to tell them about you."

Bella started to laugh, unable to hold herself back. It was that same, slow laugh that she was known for. He truly believed that she was a hooker and that alone was enough to make her giggle mischievously. Alberto grin further, giving her that sinister smile as he flashed his teeth to her. It was a few seconds before she responded back to him.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time with me. I didn't expect you to tip me like that."