Save Me (6 page)

Leo felt as though he might explode. Teasing never really had much of an effect on him but something about Mily’s technique set her apart from the other women he had been with.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered sweetly, “we’re not done yet.”

Leo wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t question her. He watched as Mily leaned back on the mattress beside him, spreading her legs and revealing her glistening pussy. Leo held his breath, easing himself over Mily and gripping her legs as he dove in. He tongued her wet labia, inhaling the scent of her womanhood as he reached upwards, tugging at the buds of her erect nipples as she moaned, burying a hand in his dark hair. He ran his hands up and down her warm body, which was still wet from the hot tub, caressing her thighs as he worked his tongue deeper into her slit.

Mily shuddered as Leo’s calloused fingertips parted the folds of her labia, allowing his tongue easier access to her dripping center. She moaned, begging him to continue as he picked up speed, working her quivering slit with his clever tongue. He nibbled lightly on Mily’s throbbing clitoris as she tensed beneath him, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Oh god,” she gasped, “fuck me.”

It was all the invitation Leo needed. He arched his body above Mily’s, grabbing hold of her waist and taking his time as he eased himself inside her dripping womanhood, teasing her. She moaned Leo's name as he slid entirely inside of her, their bodies pressed tightly against each other as Leo began to stroke his cock over the folds of her velvety pussy. He pounded into her hard and fast, too distracted by pleasure to consider his lack of a condom.

I’ll pull out,
 Leo told himself, his lips finding their way to the cusp of Mily’s neck. It was a method often abused by teenage boys but Leo was in too deep to stop. Mily was shaking beneath him, her face twisted in pleasure.

“I…I’m going to cum,” she gasped, digging her nails into the flesh of Leo’s back.

He picked up speed, feeling his own release building in his testicals. His cock began to swell inside the walls of Mily’s womanhood as he thrusted his hips roughly forward, both of their orgasms building in intensity.

Leo kissed Mily flush on the lips, sucking on her bottom lip and grabbing hold of a handful of her hair as she shuddered into her release, a loud scream escaping the corners of her mouth. Leo came too, bucking forward as his seed poured into her clenching slit. With a loud groan, he remembered with haste to pull out, but it was too late.

His creamy white seed leaked from Mily’s slit, taunting him.

ALIVE

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Present

L
ayla knew where to get the best heroin in Los Angeles, but it meant taking a trip into a seedy part of town. She parked her Range Rover a few blocks from her dealer’s house, making sure it was locked. It was getting dark out and the area was hardly a safe place for a girl to be walking at night, but Layla hiked her bag up her shoulder with confidence, walking past the men who whistled and called out to her with her head held high. A loud punching noise caught Layla off guard, followed by a blood-curdling grunt. She stopped in her tracks, searching for the source of the sound.

It was coming from a dark, isolated alleyway just ahead of her, which Layla had to pass through to get to her dealers tiny apartment. Her heart raced but she continued forward. As she got closer, she saw the source of the noise. Two large men were going at it on the ground, near the back entrance of a hole in the wall bar. One was at least twice Layla’s size and the other was tall and skinny, with a muscular upper body. Layla tried to push her way past them unscathed but it was impossible to do in the narrow alleyway. The men rammed against each other at full speed, their bloody fists flying wildly in the air. It was abundantly clear to Layla that they were drunk. Regardless, she was betting her money on the larger man. He was wobbly but quick on his feet, and he had to have at least a one hundred pound advantage on the smaller man.

“I just need to get through,” Layla heard herself say, but her words were lost amongst the sound of the larger man’s fists barreling down against the smaller man’s jaw.

Slam!

The smaller man was knocked to the ground. He cursed, spitting up a bit of blood. Layla winched at the sight. She was not going to be able to get past them, she realized that, but she found herself unable to move or even look away. She watched as the larger man heaved the smaller man against the brick wall of the bar, hoisting him up by his collar. He raised his fist and then, as though in slow motion, it barreled down against the semiconscious man’s nose.

A flood of blood came pouring out and Layla could hear the air being sucked from his lungs as he was punched roughly in the stomach, the large man’s fist leaving a bloody mark on his white shirt. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath as he was thrown roughly back down on the ground. The large man straddled his legs, delivering blow after blow to his opponent’s battered face.

Layla was hardly the Mother Teresa type, but she found herself unable to let the scene unfolding before her continue. The larger of the two men showed no sign of relenting his attack anytime soon – it didn’t seem to matter that the man beneath him had long since surrendered. Layla wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she didn’t do something. The sound of the man’s bloody flesh being beaten made her feel sick to her stomach. Not giving herself any time to change her mind, she rushed over to his limp body on the ground.

“Please stop!” she begged the monstrous man above him as he continued his attack, ignoring her.

“You’re going to kill him!”

Layla’s words didn’t seem to have much of an effect on him. She reached for his jacket, pulling back on it – but he was far too heavy and didn’t even budge. Layla continued to beg, looking around for help, but no one was there. Suddenly, she remembered her cell phone. She backed away from the men, fishing for it in her purse.

Finally, she found it, but before she could dial 911, the large man barreled towards her, knocking the phone from out of her hands with a loud crack. Layla stared at him, her hands shaking. She hurled her tiny fists against his chest in defense, but it was no use. 

He was in full control.

–

Past

Layla was five the first time she ever felt her safety was in danger. Her mother had left her to fend for herself in their tiny Toyota while she went inside the Post Office to mail a few packages. She cracked the window, reaching back over the front seat to kiss her daughter on the cheek before exiting the vehicle. The problem was that in the midst of gathering up the packages she had to mail, Emily had failed to engage the child safety locks in the vehicle.

Young Layla watched her mother disappear into the large strip mall where the Post Office was located, a mischievous smile surfacing on her lips as she unbuckled herself from her car seat, wiggling at the door handle until it swung open. Layla was a curious child. At one point, her mother had even referred to her as a trouble maker, a fact that was only proven as tiny Layla clutched her favorite stuffed animal to her chest, her brown eyes wide and intrigued as she wandered through the packed parking lot, weaving through the rows upon rows of multi-colored cars and trucks.

She had been walking for no longer than five minutes when an unfamiliar feeling surfaced in her stomach. She turned around in a circle, feeling dizzy and frightened by the realization that she had lost track of which direction she had walked in.

Emily’s red Toyota was nowhere to be seen and Layla began to panic. She loved a good expedition, but even at five years old, she seemed to have a pretty good understanding of her boundaries. Enough to know that she had crossed them. Suddenly, Layla looked up. A scary looking man towered in front of her, an unsettling smile etched across his face.

"You lost little girl?” he asked her, his gray mustache bobbing up and down against his nose.

Layla had learned about stranger danger at an early age and this man had pedophile written all over him.

"No,” she said, her voice small as she attempted to back away.

Her mother told her once that if she was ever lost in a public setting, to just look for a woman like her. Someone normal and approachable. A mom. Layla raced towards the first woman she could find that fit the description, tugging at her hand.

She was beautiful, with kind eyes and a smile that could stop traffic.

"Hi sweetie,” she said, bending down on one knee in front of Layla.

"Where's your mommy?” she asked, her voice soft as honey, "are you lost?”

Layla nodded her head, tears surfacing in her eyes.

"Don't worry sweetheart," the woman said, grabbing Layla's hand and giving it a squeeze as she stood up, shielding her green eyes from the sun as she searched the parking lot for a woman that looked like she could be Layla's mom. Layla looked up, hearing her mother’s voice calling her name from somewhere in the distance. Relief washed through her body as she spotted Emily racing towards her frantically. When you're a little kid lost in a public place, it starts to feel like you'll never get found.

The woman smiled down at Layla as she waved at Emily, who approached them with a frazzled look on her face. She was the spitting image of her daughter.

"Is that her?” the woman asked Layla. She nodded, her honey red curls bouncing around her face.

Emily, however, did not appear happy.

"Layla!” she exclaimed angrily, "what the hell were you thinking young lady?"

Layla braced herself. It was rare for Emily to spank her, especially in public, but this time seemed like an exception.

"Hi there!” she suddenly heard the woman above her say, a Texan accent surfacing in her voice. She extended her hand to Emily, who was visibly distraught by her daughters escape act. Regardless, she took the woman’s hand, shaking it curtly.

"Thank you so much,” Emily said gratefully, pulling herself together, 
"there are a lot of creepy people in the world, if you know what I mean."

The woman smiled. "No problem,” she said with a laugh, "I'm Kara."

Emily shook her hand before letting go.

"I'm Emily and this is Layla,” she replied, nodding down at her daughter and running a hand through her hair.

"Listen," Kara began abruptly, digging through the large designer purse on her arm. She pulled out a tiny piece of cardboard, handing it to a visibly confused Emily, "This is my business card,” she began.

"You have a beautiful little girl here and well...” she paused, searching for the words.

“This is LA after all. If you're ever interested in getting her into show business....give me a call."

How odd, Layla thought.

That one of the scariest day's of her life also served as the very moment it had irrecoverably changed

–

Present

“Can’t you take a hint lady!” the man bellowed, grabbing Layla’s body and shaking her from her trance. He threw her roughly against the flacking brick wall behind her, his large hands wrapped tightly around her neck. Layla’s eyes widened in horror as he started to squeeze, blocking off her airways. 
This is it
, Layla thought. 
This is how I die
.

His breath reeked of liquor and his menacing eyes were bloodshot and unfocused. Layla could hardly breathe. Her heart pounded in her ears, her face flushing of color as she tried her best to put up a fight.

“Please,” she gasped, “I…I can pay you.”

The man slowly released his hold on Layla’s neck, snatching her purse and pulling out her wallet. He took all of the money inside, snickering as tears surfaced in her frightened eyes. He stuffed the crumpled bills into his pockets and for a brief moment, Layla thought it might have been over. But it only got worse. He grabbed her by the throat again, this time even tighter, increasing pressure as Layla’s breathing became even more sporadic and uneven.

Just as her vision began to blur into nothingness, she watched through half open eyes as the smaller man pulled himself up off the ground, charging towards the larger man and ramming his body against the wall with every bit of strength he could muster. Caught off guard, he let go of Layla’s throat and she crumpled to the ground, gasping for air and scrambling for her purse. She moved to the side as the men flew towards her, staring up at them in awe. The smaller man finally took full control of the situation, his fists making heavy contact with the other man’s face until he collapsed on the ground, banging his head on the corner of a large metal trashcan in the process.