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Carla
closed her eyes and tried to block the noises from next door, but her mind, too
tired to think, could not conjure anything interesting enough to drown them
out. The paper thin walls hid nothing
from her ears and their voices were so loud and so clear that she felt as
though she was in the same room as them.
“Good, I like what I see,” the man offered.
There was the click of stilettos on the wooden floor. Suzie had moved.
“She was right, you do look my type,” he continued. “I think we are going to have some fun tonight. Has my gorgeous little bitch told you what I like?”
He started to pace, the dull thud of his heavy footsteps travelled from left to right and back again.
“Yes, Master.”
Carla’s eyes were open instantly. In less than a second she was bolt upright. Her tiredness evaporated into the sweltering air around her. ‘Had Suzie, just called the man Master?’ She replayed the sentence in her head, yes, Suzie had defiantly said Master. “What exactly is going on in there?” she whispered under her breath.
Turning over onto her hands and knees she crawled towards the wall behind the bed and knelt on her pillows using the headboard for support. Aware that she was intruding, yet unable to pull herself away, she placed her left ear against the cool plaster.
“If you don’t please me tonight, I will punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“If I like you I will reward you. Do you understand?” he snapped.
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to teach you what I like. You look like the kind of woman that I enjoy.” Suddenly his footsteps stopped.
“Come here,” he commanded.
There was a clatter of heels as Suzie approached him. Carla felt her heart thumping in her chest. Her mouth was dry and she was thirsty, but she could not bear to tear herself away from the wall to drink.
“Get over my knee. I want to get to know you better,” the man barked.
Sounds of shuffling scampered through the wall as Suzie climbed onto his lap.
“Now, tell me, have you been a good girl or have you been a bad girl?”
“I have been a bad girl, Master.” A tremor rattled Suzie’s voice, she sounded nervous and uncomfortable.
“What have you done?”
“I have done things with other men, Master.”
“What things?”
“Rude things. I should be punished, Master,” Suzie stammered.
There was a crack, it sounded like a smack, hard and quick. Carla gasped in surprise - the noise was so sudden, violent and unexpected that she felt her own body flinch with shock.
“I will decide when I punish you and what I punish you for. Do you understand?” the man barked, anger clearly audible in his voice.
“Yes, Master.”
“How many men have your serviced this week?”
“I have serviced a lot, Master.”
“How many men, you dirty slapper? Tell me now or you’ll get another smack on this pretty little arse of yours,” he snarled.
Taking slow shallow breaths, Carla fought to stay calm. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the events unfolding just a few feet away, she did not want to miss a single thing happening on the other side of the wall.
“Good, I like what I see,” the man offered.
There was the click of stilettos on the wooden floor. Suzie had moved.
“She was right, you do look my type,” he continued. “I think we are going to have some fun tonight. Has my gorgeous little bitch told you what I like?”
He started to pace, the dull thud of his heavy footsteps travelled from left to right and back again.
“Yes, Master.”
Carla’s eyes were open instantly. In less than a second she was bolt upright. Her tiredness evaporated into the sweltering air around her. ‘Had Suzie, just called the man Master?’ She replayed the sentence in her head, yes, Suzie had defiantly said Master. “What exactly is going on in there?” she whispered under her breath.
Turning over onto her hands and knees she crawled towards the wall behind the bed and knelt on her pillows using the headboard for support. Aware that she was intruding, yet unable to pull herself away, she placed her left ear against the cool plaster.
“If you don’t please me tonight, I will punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“If I like you I will reward you. Do you understand?” he snapped.
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to teach you what I like. You look like the kind of woman that I enjoy.” Suddenly his footsteps stopped.
“Come here,” he commanded.
There was a clatter of heels as Suzie approached him. Carla felt her heart thumping in her chest. Her mouth was dry and she was thirsty, but she could not bear to tear herself away from the wall to drink.
“Get over my knee. I want to get to know you better,” the man barked.
Sounds of shuffling scampered through the wall as Suzie climbed onto his lap.
“Now, tell me, have you been a good girl or have you been a bad girl?”
“I have been a bad girl, Master.” A tremor rattled Suzie’s voice, she sounded nervous and uncomfortable.
“What have you done?”
“I have done things with other men, Master.”
“What things?”
“Rude things. I should be punished, Master,” Suzie stammered.
There was a crack, it sounded like a smack, hard and quick. Carla gasped in surprise - the noise was so sudden, violent and unexpected that she felt her own body flinch with shock.
“I will decide when I punish you and what I punish you for. Do you understand?” the man barked, anger clearly audible in his voice.
“Yes, Master.”
“How many men have your serviced this week?”
“I have serviced a lot, Master.”
“How many men, you dirty slapper? Tell me now or you’ll get another smack on this pretty little arse of yours,” he snarled.
Taking slow shallow breaths, Carla fought to stay calm. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the events unfolding just a few feet away, she did not want to miss a single thing happening on the other side of the wall.
“I
have been with five men this week, Master.”
“Five different men?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Did they pay you, slut?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What did you do for your filthy money?”
“I had sex with two and gave three blow-jobs, Master.”
“And did you enjoy it you little tramp? Do you enjoy being a filthy whore?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“You enjoy selling your body to dirty, desperate men?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What are you?”
“I’m a slut, Master.”
The loud crack of another spank ricocheted around Carla’s head. There was a pause before the man spoke again.
“No, you are a filthy, dirty slut,” he sneered, “aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you enjoy sucking cock?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good cos you’re gonna be sucking mine soon. Now get off my lap and kneel in front of me,” he spat.
Suzie’s heels clacked, the man groaned, a chair squealed in protest as its previous occupant kicked it aside. There was a sudden clatter of wood on wood, which sounded as though the chair had toppled to the floor. She heard the man’s footsteps stomped across the room followed by a few seconds of agonising silence where Carla could not hear a thing. She held her breath for what felt like an eternity, only exhaling when she there was evidence of movement again.
“Put your hands behind your back,” the man ordered.
Suddenly Carla’s skin felt ice cold and her stomach dropped. Goosebumps rose on her arms and legs as all her senses were heightened, alerted to the possibility of danger. She bit her bottom lip and forced her ear even harder against the wall. Suzie was silent. She could hear the man breathing, now slow and deep.
“Can you move?” he asked gruffly.
“No, Master.”
“Good now lift up your head,” he sneered between ragged breaths.
An image of Suzie’s neck flashed across her mind - long, slender, exposed. Her heart was beating so fast and loud, she feared that it may be heard in the other room. Her mouth was dry, her palms wet. Her whole body trembled with nervous anticipation and then suddenly she felt her nipples harden against her vest and her clit twitch as a bolt of sexual electricity ran through the core of her being. Every nerve ending registered the message and her muscles spasmed in response. Carla gasped with surprise, the breath catching in her mouth; she was shocked to find she was acutely aroused by what she was witnessing. Biting her lip, she touched her right nipple with her left hand, a jolt of pleasure coursed down her spine...
“Five different men?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Did they pay you, slut?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What did you do for your filthy money?”
“I had sex with two and gave three blow-jobs, Master.”
“And did you enjoy it you little tramp? Do you enjoy being a filthy whore?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“You enjoy selling your body to dirty, desperate men?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What are you?”
“I’m a slut, Master.”
The loud crack of another spank ricocheted around Carla’s head. There was a pause before the man spoke again.
“No, you are a filthy, dirty slut,” he sneered, “aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you enjoy sucking cock?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good cos you’re gonna be sucking mine soon. Now get off my lap and kneel in front of me,” he spat.
Suzie’s heels clacked, the man groaned, a chair squealed in protest as its previous occupant kicked it aside. There was a sudden clatter of wood on wood, which sounded as though the chair had toppled to the floor. She heard the man’s footsteps stomped across the room followed by a few seconds of agonising silence where Carla could not hear a thing. She held her breath for what felt like an eternity, only exhaling when she there was evidence of movement again.
“Put your hands behind your back,” the man ordered.
Suddenly Carla’s skin felt ice cold and her stomach dropped. Goosebumps rose on her arms and legs as all her senses were heightened, alerted to the possibility of danger. She bit her bottom lip and forced her ear even harder against the wall. Suzie was silent. She could hear the man breathing, now slow and deep.
“Can you move?” he asked gruffly.
“No, Master.”
“Good now lift up your head,” he sneered between ragged breaths.
An image of Suzie’s neck flashed across her mind - long, slender, exposed. Her heart was beating so fast and loud, she feared that it may be heard in the other room. Her mouth was dry, her palms wet. Her whole body trembled with nervous anticipation and then suddenly she felt her nipples harden against her vest and her clit twitch as a bolt of sexual electricity ran through the core of her being. Every nerve ending registered the message and her muscles spasmed in response. Carla gasped with surprise, the breath catching in her mouth; she was shocked to find she was acutely aroused by what she was witnessing. Biting her lip, she touched her right nipple with her left hand, a jolt of pleasure coursed down her spine...